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Seeing the man run away in (substantiated) terror, Hank, came to the only reasonable conclusion - he would have to prove his luck to everyone, so he found some suitable target and threw one of his spears at it. Everyone knows that when people don't trust you only solution is random acts of aggresion against paper bulls' eyes,

Some men are born natural winners. A silver spoon in their mouth or a watchful eye of their pocket saviour keep them from getting burned on their mistakes and their confidence always inspired lesser men. Some men aren't so lucky, but their drive, their determination pushes them ever further forwards. They pull themselves by their bootstraps until they can match with the best of men.

Some men are simply persistent. And even a blind man could see the persistence of Crank Hank. Nothing could stop him, not danger, not fear, not bloody good reason. That meant that when he confidently approached the gamblers he felt no fear as he insulted the richest man in the room into betting against him rodeoing the maddest brahmin in the city. If Hank won? He'd get more caps than he could count. If he lost, he'd enlist in the local militia and "hopefully get his scrawny ass shot to bits".

But Crank Hank never loses.

That's why when the brahmin threw him off within a second Crank Hank beamed with pride. His master plan was getting to fruition and not even the man himself knew what the master plan was. The only problem that remained was getting his hands on some cash. Sure enough, when Hank stepped out of the big tent, he saw a group that could only be filled with marks. A hobo, some doctory type, a random chap, a perfectly standard and uninteresting man with mild mutations and a girl with some weird dog sound like a group full of uninteresting lives and which most likely never saw action.

Then, Hank approached the man in the middle, the one who looked like an Edgar (it's in the expression, you see).

"Howdy, buddy! Say, you in for a little gamblin'? I bet ya you can't outwrangle me on dem brahmin, boy. I bet ya my healing powder for yer Nuka."

I want to start my game out by proving my skills with throwing weapons to the boys. I certainly hope that I fumble and kill at least two people.

Scratch that, I want to start by being chased by a veritable horde of radroaches.

EH, what we're saying is not that Hillary lost because she was hated. She lost because 45% of the country didn't give a fuck about her uninspired policy. The victory wasn't stolen from her, but she simply wasn't a good enough candidate to get enough of a majority to win. She won the popular vote, that's true. The popular vote didn't matter because of the electoral college, which is another can of worms entirely. I don't know just how much Russian interference did, but I am convinced that the main fault lies with Clinton's campaign.

My guess is that she's utterly bland. I don't know of anything she did, nothing extraordinarily heinous or overwhelmingly positive. She simply never did, said or advocated anything that riled me up. She was a carte blanche, one which was almost entirely empty except for some unimportant corruption accusations. If she actually did anything, I didn't hear of it.

She also served as a hate sink for the non-offensive, soft spoken, uninspiring and cynical centrist politics.

There can be only one

Find the door inside, kick it open, look around to find new victims. Then kill them.

Roar with righteous wrath and charge towards the west entrance, then burninate the shit out of any German I see.