It's like a turf war, I swear. We were barely in Portland for a day when we were attacked by a biker gang.
A freaking biker gang. I guess these are the Timberwolves that I've heard about?
We were in a shoot out with them for a few minutes, but had to run as the police arrived, and let them take care of it.
We then moved to my uncle's house, which is the reason we came here. When we arrived, we found his house trashed and vandalized. We didn't stick around.
And proxie, I'm not sure if I can do that. He doesn't read this, but at the same time he's hauled my ass out of the fire several times so far. You're saying this person can control people and dead bodies too?