I live in Arkansas. Not far from where I am, there's a military base known as the Pine Bluff Arsenal.
My grandfather was the head honcho in charge of this place from the 50s to the 80s. He died from Lymphotic cancer, as did my Mother. I'm probably going to get it as well, but whatever.
My point is... One day, something is going to go wrong at that plant, and shit is going to go down. Think Chernobyl, but with rednecks involved.
When that day comes, and I'm one of the last alive, do you know what I will say?
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GET OUT OF HERE STALKER
