In the forests of Vale, near the city. There was a slightly worn white motorhome near a 1987 blue daihatsu car. In front of the mobile home at the door was a sign of a person running with scissors.

"Uuuuugh."

The growl of a man waking up and getting up from his bed to go to his refrigerator watching a note on it which he takes and seeing a list of things to do.

"Oh right, I had forgotten that I put this in the refrigerator." Keeping the note and a map of everything Vale. A 36-year-old man, messy black hair, sunglasses, comes out of his motorhome, with a t-shirt of a monkey exposed his brain, black pants and his long leather raincoat.

"Now, let's see." Opening Vale's map. "The first thing would be to go for some of that exquisite milk with the women they produce to support the men ... I guess I would have to go here first." Marking with a circle on the map. "The next thing would be to go to a dust shop to borrow it ... Here." Marking another circle on the map. "And finally it would be to get a pass to the peace and slavery party to see the new sacks of meat." Marking a last circle on the map.

Keeping his map in his raincoat and then seeing the city of Vale with a small smile. "I guess it will be an interesting day."

The walk through the city was quiet. He had entered the homes of some people found with several objects and checking the map every time he felt lost. There wasn't much to say about Vale in his opinion. It was like the other kingdoms full of ignorant and sick people who called themselves heroes. Beacon Academy was also not a very striking place for him and the White Fang were only people oppressed by minorities.

The Grimm were not a problem for him either. He believed that stress was worse than those being doing anything or someone telling him what to do. He always had to be doing something that would clear his stress with the problems of the world. But he knew that problems were always common in his day.

The first store was simple, going for milk was not a problem but the next one would. The big row in the store.

"Come on, I don't have all day"

This was the kind of problem he was constantly facing.

Without thinking twice, he took out a machete and began to kill everyone in the store's line and the store's employee, leaving it and finishing one of his goals, taking out the map with the note and marking his first goal as complete. " And ready". Re-saving your map and following your next objective.

With each step he gave more fun to meet his goals for things that happened. I could listen to the oppressed minorities of the fuanos, hear how everyone was pulling Beacon or typical news that video games are the problem of school slaughter. It was something he would never tire of, and the funniest thing is that nisiquera likes video games.

Arriving at a position where they were giving passes for Vale's Fystival and seeing that there was no one approached the employee.

"Hi there."

"In that I can help".

"I would like a pass for the Vytal Festival"

"That would be 50 Lien." Checking in your pockets and taking out the agreed money, giving it to the seller, receiving the pass in return. "Thank you".

Keeping the pass in your pocket and then taking out the map with the note and marking another objective. "Very easy". Re-saving the map and the note to go to its next objective.

Meeting in a warehouse at night. The Postal Dude had been walking too much in search of Dust through all the Vale stores. Only to discover that they had been assaulted by the oppressed members of the White Fang. According to police reports that helped him discover his location and some members he found, he found that everything was being taken to a warehouse.

Entering, he saw four people, one woman and four men. The woman wore a black vest buttoned with skirts and a single silver button in front. Below is a white, sleeveless, turtleneck and white shorts with a zipper on the front of each leg. He has a black hair color and his eye color is amber. It is also a Fuanus cat.

The man who was being held by the woman pressing his knife on his neck. He wears a white suit lined with red with long black pants and black shoes. His eyes were dark green and his hair was orange. He also held a cane as a weapon.

The remaining ones were simply members of the White Fang, who aimed their weapons at the woman in case she killed the one her boss looked like. Saying come to ask if he had any dust.

"Hello, I'm sorry to interrupt your party but ... I need to be told if there is still some dust left in that warehouse." Aiming at the warehouse. "Or you can kill them one by one. How is that worth as a New Year's gift?"

The four were confused by the situation, although the one in the white suit became nervous when he saw it.

"Lord, you must escape from here. These are members of the White Fang. People who hate theirs." The oppressed I say worried, being ignored by The Postal Dude and simply directing her gaze to the white suit, waiting for her response. "Yes ... there is still some dust left." I mean, to which The Postal Dude simply smiled and turned to the store ignoring the oppressed's complaints.

Entering the warehouse. He saw more members of the White Fang and without hesitation took an M16 out of his coat and started shooting. Some could not react on time and ended up dead. Others defended as much as possible but only gave the same result of deaths. The bullets hit The Postal Dude but he didn't worry about the shots, he only made moans of pain.

Approaching the remaining members. The first approached in an attempt to kill him closely but being eliminated with a cut of the neck of the machete that tria and saying. "Today is the first day for the end of your life." The second he killed from a distance with his machete, throwing it as if they were a boomerang and splitting it in half, returning to the hand of The Postal Dude. The third and fourth died from an explosion of the grenade launcher that literally threw grenades. The fifth came by kicking him in the stomach and changing for a double-barrel shotgun, firing and flying his head. And the last one decided to simply withdraw to see how his companions were massacred. Seeing that he had retired he simply said, "Maybe I think I'm not a good person."

Stopping for a minute to see the massacre he made, he went to a box where there were amounts of dust, so he took only what was necessary. Taking out his map and the note, marking his last goal completely. "And that's it ... Time to go home."

Leaving the warehouse he saw police officers cornering the area and the same girl with other people. Taking the map out again, I take a picture that I take from a member of the White Fang and stick it to the map with tape. "I will clearly be careful with these guys ... They will be a problem for my health." He says, keeping the map and heading home.

Arriving at your motor home. The Postal Dude kept the important things and heading towards his bed. "Well ... I guess I prepare breakfast tomorrow." He says heading towards his bed to rest for the next day.

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