Man.... who knew recovering from a stab wound would be so hard... all I did was eat, sleep, rest, and repeat. I got nothing done, and my cravings only got stronger and stronger. laying around all day did nothing to help them. every time I saw somebody come past my house it got worse and worse... until one day I couldn't resist it anymore. somebody walked past my house while I was on the front porch... and I invited them... and stabbed them to death. god the feeling of blood felt so good after so long... I guess it doesn't take as long as I thought to heal stab wounds. For the next few days after I made sure to catch up on my quotas of stabbings.

after recovery i made sure to work out my fighting skills, as they may have decayed while I was recovering because I wasn't fighting as much

After the mission I appeared back in my bed. After waking up and checking my dresser for my smokes and lighter I saw something strange. instead of my normal zippo lighter I found a zippo lighter that is black with gold trim. I went to pick it up and it turned into a fucking RIFLE, while strange, its no stranger then talking corpses and undead so I didn't freak out terribly. I took this new rifle to the range, and after shooting for a good while I realized that it doesn't run out of ammo. o turn the rifle back into a lighter and put it in my pocket, contempt for the day.

I wake up like any other day, getting ready to go out for the day before remembering that my jacket is now RAGS. I sigh a little bit before heading out to the shops. on my way to the shops I run into Ivor, my arms dealer. Ivor asks me if I'm interested in a new product, so for the sake of professionalism I take him up on my offer. What he shows me is a brand new black leather jacket that is armor plated. after asking him how much it is I proceeded to purchase it. 

later that day I head out at about 4ish AM, as I got the itch. I find a bit of an isolated house for my target. after forcing my way in it turns out my target was not asleep and charges me with a kitchen knife, thankfully the new jacket I bought doesn't even get damaged from the stab. I turn around and proceed to knock my target out in one hit before stabbing him in the stomach multiple times... ah the lovely smell of death in the air. 

after finding my new lighter, rifle combo thing, I made sure to train, and train, and train. I did endurance training, I ran, and I trained until I couldn't anymore.