I am the ultimate british man. A lab grown creature of perfection that can wield a knife like its a nuclear bomb. My name is Tommy KnifeBin. I am addicted to cigarettes, alcohol, and dog food. I find a games workshop, and knowing this is the only time in my life I will be able to get these models without taking out a loan, I kill the hooligans hanging outside and snatch them and later sell off the spares to a trader for 29 tickets each. In true Ebay reseller fasion, she immediately wants 344 tickets per model. I've never experienced a greater UK simulator in my life. I wonder when the prewar segment ends though.
