Now, you want to know what I hate? Impersonators and dumbasses. And what do you get when you mash those up? A [censored] impersonator. And do you know, what I like to do to those impersonators? Well... you know what I do already. Hell, everyone knows what The Hunter would do.

(I am The Hunter, you are the hunted. I am the predator, you are my prey. You better run as fast as you can, before you see the end of your days.)

There was this girl that I always loved. She was the prettiest, most elegant woman I ever laid my eyes on. We started talking a little bit, and we had some some good laughs. We were both happy as can be. Nothing could have separated us from each other. The next morning, we went out hunting for some geckos by the Primm area, just picking off a bunch with our rifles, having a good time. And then she looked at me with those innocent, cute eyes. And we were going to kiss, and that is when the blood spilled. Those damn Powder Gangers shot her in the neck. I was enraged, fueled with anger, and I massacred them. When I was done, I turned around to look at her... suffering. She was in pain, pure agony. I knew what I had to do. It was either watch Sunny suffer, or end her misery. Before I ended her, I gave her that kiss, and teared up. "I...lo-" was the last sound I have ever heard from Sunny before I shot her out of her pain. I now watch over her dog, Cheyenne. Cheyenne is the only memento I have from our relationship. If I lose Cheyenne, I lose everything. This all says one thing, folks. Even The Hunter has a soft spot in him. I love you, Sunny. And I miss you.

(I am The Hunter, you are the hunted. I am the predator, you are my prey. Please watch over me Sunny. I miss you everyday.)