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They also have mostly fags and retards operating the weaponry. I wouldn't be too worried.

Also under water. Most of their shit doesn't work under water because water blocks most EM. If they tried to find you with sonar, well that would rupture your ear drums before th, so hmmm.

But they would probably have no clue you were down there.

Shooting the pilots in the head while they're sleeping.

Sorry. :(

Being a degenerate with daddy issues is not the same as risking your life for others.

I grew up in that area (the ferry at "Harper's Ferry" was actually started by a squatter named Peter Stephens).

Harper didn't come along until about 1751, bought the land from Lord Fairfax, and got the "legal" right to build a ferry there about ten years later (even though there was one already) which is why it's called "Harper's Ferry", instead of "Stephen's Ferry".

The progenitor of my family came over to the colonies from Germany in 1750, originally apprenticed as a blacksmith in Philadelphia, later acquired land in the hills overlooking Harpers Ferry. The story has been passed down by word of mouth through my family from generation to generation because we had kin that were there, and our roots there go deep.

(This is the point at which a certain variety of rude, impolitic, and uninformed persons (they know who they are) might choose to repeat wholly unsubstantiated rumors of certain less-than-entirely-legal business enterprises involving the movement of certain goods, that may or may not have been engaged in by the family, in that area, during that period. Pay them no mind whatsoever. Perhaps not all of the paperwork may have been completed, or the strictly legal niceties observed, fees, or tax stamps etc. But envy can be such an ugly thing, and a sin. Suffice to say that certain things should not be discussd in polite company, nor in the presence of the womenfolk, or other persons possessed of a sensitive disposition.
For what it's worth, I do at least come by my sometimes more villianous proclivities honestly.)

Following the unpleasantness with Mr. Frederick (he being of the royal variety), it was decided that certain members of the family should probably move further West, down through West Virginia, along the Kanawha, and Tug Fork, Coal Rivers, to (among other places) Point Pleasant, Beckley, and on into Ohio.

(Which is also how we eventually ended up being kin to the Hatfield clan, by way of the Vance family (but only by marriage, thank God). But that is another story, for another day.)