That was nearly three years ago, but that nut called "Xito" who is also happens to be one of the most notorious anti-American review troll in NG history have took it too far. I was looking for a flash game to play just to kill some time when I notice something on the bottom corner on my eye, a title of the review is "U AMERICUNTS!!!" by none other than Xito. It's one of the most abusive piece of crap I have ever seen, he's been doing that for years but this time...I decide to do something about it.

First thing I did was tracking that prick's IP address, afterwards I was able to find his location...Seattle (Ironically a Seahawk fan whose website was suspended for making 9/11 jokes would eventually fight me few years later). Because Seattle is thousands of miles away from New York, I knew there's a problem and was unsure what to do when something unexpected occured, Corey Lidle was trying to sell an old jetpack but no one's buying it. I came to him and said "How much for the jetpack?"

"Twenty dollars!" he said

Knowing I only have twelve dollars in my wallet, I counter "Five dollars!"

"Fuck no! Fifteen dollars will do!"

"Eight dollars"

"I'm not going any lower than twelve dollars!"

"Nine dollars"

"Ten dollars!"

"Deal!"

"...aw crap!"

After the deal was made, we parted ways and that's where it began as I revert to my old NG persona that have gone dormant since 2003, for a day I'm once again "xitosucks" which happens to be my original username. The jetpack's really fast, I got to Seattle in few minutes, no idea why Corey Lidle didn't want it anymore (Eventually found out why several months later...). Upon landing in Seattle, I went to the house where the IP address is located, there I waited.

I was ready to give up after few hours when suddenly a door burst open and out came a psycho strapped with what looked like bombs at first glance (turns out to be packs of frozen hotdogs) screaming "LALALALA JIHAD!!!"

I quickly charge right at him and headbutt that crud, soon afterwards I pushed him down and bodyslammed him. After I got up there's another Middle Eastern man running towards us, I thought he's one of Xito's associates and was trying to help him, not taking any chances I swung and clobbered my fist on to his face. After being knocked down, he got up and said "What the fuck was that for? I'm trying to help you!"

Not believing him for a second, I said "Really, seems to me that you're trying to stop me from finishing off that prick."

"Alright, forget it then...but it won't change my support for this country and I'll let everyone know!" as he walks away (Over a year later I realize that's cellardoor6, so much for that Middle Eastern stereotype eh?)

"Dakka dakka dakka jihad" Xito mumbles as he got up and tries to run

"No you don't!" I yelled giving chase

After running few blocks I stop to rest while Xito looks as if he's going to get away when he ran into the street, tripped and was flattened by a steamroller, that's the end of him.

I return to New York, the jetpack's great but it's also the last time I would use it due to extreme jet-lag that got me puking and feeling like crap for few days. That's nearly three years ago, right now I'm at the southern part of Somaliland near the border to Puntland, I'm planning to be more careful after my first attempt to sneak into Puntland ending with disaster when the people there attacked me by punting bombs at me, I was able to dodge them all but the heat caused me to hallucinate for a while which caused me to see Shane Lechter. I thought it was odd until the punter for the Oakland Raiders takes out an AK-47 yelling "ALLAH AKBAR!" which snapped me back to reality, fortunately I was able to escape back into Somaliland before it was too late.