Well what do you know, who knew writing a personal account of a true disaster would bring a curious mild cult status in the literary world. I mean come on, I'm no writer or action hero really (even though I literally am just a walking movie reference being honest here), I'm just a timber wolf with a lot of life mistakes, and I do mean a lot of mistakes. Literally, I ended up having to kill my girlfriend after deciding to screw with night-howler flowers! How is that not a major fuck-up? Hang on, sorry, getting all sidetracked over here.

So you want to hear a new story of mine I'm guessing. Well you've certainly came to the right place. Like my last story though, where the heck do I even begin? Ah well, guess I'll start with a follow-up after being left in the hospital for a few weeks. Basically, I ended up spending a fair amount of time fixing up my life. Having been pardoned of my, poor past decisions of being a drug dealer and all that jazz, I was able to move on for the most part. I was even finally able to legally change my name from "Ethan" to "Ash". As it turns out, that adorable plastic carrot pen Judy owned served as fine evidence of avoiding the murder charge; Who knew a recorded argument -which ended me with both a bloody lip and a clouded mind- could serve one well?

So let me see, after that whole siege thing, most of my stuff was riddled with bullet holes, as well as my sturdy pick-up truck (which was towed to the precinct at the time for an evidence sweep). So in the end, I was given a somewhat generous grant of -most likely taxpayer- money and was allowed to spend it all on whatever. Buying myself a sweet new ride with a kicking stereo (cause hey, least none of my CDs were destroyed; also for the record Nick, yes some people use CDs) as well as buying myself a few other things and renting back my apartment in Tundratown. Like before I kept to myself, least I get some respect from the neighbors and landlord because of me appearing on the news about aiding the ZPD.

Speaking of the ZPD, I actually did decide to join the force. After staying in that hospital for a few days before being discharged and spent the remainder of my healing period in my apartment, I gave that form some thought. A redemption is the right term to express how I regarded it. Not long after fully healing up, I was accepted into the academy by that said form and was able to study law enforcement. Strangely enough I actually was competent enough to pass with honors, well in a sense. I managed to ace the physical section but the law and order part I admit is touchy. Long story short, I graduated from the academy and was shortly after assigned to precinct one (of course).

Nowadays, I admit have become rather chummy with many of the officers at the precinct, although don't bring up the Wing Chung phone incident, I swear I will strangle whoever recorded that of me. I ended up stapling an officer's phone to the damn desk in a hissy-fit. So anyways, I tend to get assigned either with Delgato and Fangmeyer or the "Odd Couple"! I'm sure it takes no genius to guess who that last one is. So then, I think that's enough backstory I'm guessing.

Now I bet you're wondering what crazy misadventure is it this time. Well that and why I ripped off another movie title of a movie made by Carpenter (I swear is the beaver director now a running gag in my life?). To put it frankly, I'm unimaginative with names or titles, so why not spin-off something that reminds me of the incident. So how is this relatable to Escape From Zootopia? You'll figure it out yourself, after all if you read my last story, I wouldn't be surprised half of you ended up Zoogling the director just to know who I kept referring to.

Now then on a final note, this particular case was notable to me out of the rest since the siege on so many different levels. Admittedly I had a couple cases that were noteworthy, but I have to say, this one changed me in a way I have never expected. I'll leave it up to you when it comes to opinions on the topic when it comes, you'll figure it out eventually.