sugarvalves [1963573] — On the 19th of July I commenced my day as I would any other, with a bottle of Tequila, two Xanax chasers and a box of extra strong mints - just in case mother pops round. After breakfast I began to trawl through the forums and city stats for interesting morsels of news that might make for a compelling read in next week's paper, when something rather odd happened. Something that had never happened before to me in Torn or elsewhere in the world of journalism. Persecution - for now I art a victim. Eleven bounties within the space of 3 minutes 48 seconds, and all from a mysterious stranger named Collete. As a feeble reporter with the physique of a severely malnourished infant I found myself hospitalised almost immediately as random goons gleefully accepted the contracts placed upon my head, yet I knew not why I had been targeted. Over the next few days each of these bounties were dutifully collected by the bloodthirsty citizens of Torn, and frankly I'd be ...