Update On My Hunt For Cheesy?

The Menstrual Blood Was Not Cheesys, It Came From A Liger, Which I Then Killed With My Bare Hands.

The Army Closed In On Me And Got In A Good Shot On My Upper Spine. My Rabbid Badger Whiskers Went In After Them To Buy Me Some Time To Escape, And I Had To Smoke My Last Health Pipe. A Few Stray Marines Got Past Whiskers And I Had To Use All My Pistol And Shotgun Ammo To Pick Them Off. I Also Had To Throw My Scythe. I'm Only Armed With My Machete Now. Neither Whiskers Nor Champ Have Returned And Are Presumed Dead. Things Arent Looking Good, I'm Even Deeper In This Forest And I Have No Idea Where I Am. I Am Surviving On My Own Urine. I Still Remember Who I Am Though, As I Beat Down A Stray Marine With A Stick From Time To Time. I Am No Longer Searching For Cheesy, This Is A Matter Of Survival. But Hey, I'm Postal Dude. I Aways Win.

Wish Me Luck,

Postal