Dear Captain Dexter Grif,
I have personally looked into the personal exploits of you and your comrades, and I cannot for the life of me understand why you continue to side with anything related to Project Freelancer. It has brought nothing but pain for you and, might I add, your family. It may come to a shock to you, but there is no such thing as a "one-man draft." No, you were tricked into signing directly into Project Freelancer's simulation troops. They had lost their stable relationship with the government, so they had to directly recruit simulation troops. You are not a part of any official army.
And then there's the matter of your sister. She was one of the last soldiers at Blood Gulch, fighting for the opposite team. I wish I could say I was surprised to find out that Project Freelancer was setting up two siblings for conflict, but I'm afraid they have a history of these sorts of psychological tricks. Now your sister lies dead at the hands of the team you align yourself to, the "Reds." Are you really so willing to blindly follow these people who have constantly undermined and tricked you?
Remember, Captain Grif, there are other options.
Sincerely yours,
Malcolm Hargrove, Oversight Sub-Committee Chairmen
Hargrove,
Fuck off. No, I mean really. Fuck off as hard and as fast as you can. Who the hell gave you my email address? Was it Felix? I bet it was fucking Felix. What a fucking tool.
Yeah, Freelancer fucked me over. Freelancer fucked everyone over. Hell, the fucking guy who ran it was fucked over, and he fucking RAN it. The way I see it, the only person Project Freelancer didn't fuck over was you. I'm on the side that has all the fucked over people on it.
And don't you DARE bring my sister into this! There's no way she's dead. She's impossible to kill.
Eat a dick.
Grif
P.S. GIVE ME BACK MY GRIFSHOT!