Sin walked the badlands. He had loss a considerable amount of weight during his time in prison. But he had a skip in his step and a smile in his heart, feeling the suns warmth on his skin once again. Having ripped off the sleeves of his prison jumpsuit, it revealed the numerous tattoos that covered his arms, gained both before and during his prison stay.

He whistled, as he twirled his katana. He came across a town, walked into a saloon and sat at the bar. "Yo, Barkeep! Whiskey!" He downed lifted the cup to his mouth, when some bandit shoved him as he walked by, sending the alcohol into his face. He growled, and looked up.

"HEY ASSHOLE!" The bandit turned around "You gonna buy me another drink?!" The bandit laughed, and walked towards him. He looked at the bartender, nodded, and the bartender poured Sin another beer. The man smiled, handed Sin the drink, and then spit in it. Sin, suddenly, smashed the glass against the bar, turning it jagged and sharp, and cut his throat with it. The bandit grabbed his throat, as blood poured out. Sin pushed him with a finger and he fell over. "My whiskey please" The mans friend spun Sin around and floored him with a stiff punch, as "Everywhere I go" by Hollywood Undead came on the radio.

"This is my jam!" Sin said, as he stood, wiping blood off it lips, as the song began.

Everywhere I go

Sin smiled, and slammed the man's head against the broken glass on the bar, and tossed him out the window

Bitches Always know

Some more bandits began to surround him as Sin grabbed a poolstick.

Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show

"Did you expect anything less from me?" He asked the reader, as He snapped the stick over his leg. He impaled a bandit in the eye with one piece.

Wake up, Grab beer, Grab rear, Shave beard

A Bandit tried to swing at Sin with a knife, only for his arm to be caught, and the knife turned on him, then stabbed into his gut.

Put on some scene gear

He then stuck the other part of the stick underneath a bandit's chin, and slammed his head onto the counter, sending it up through his chin, out the top of his head.

Gotta get drunk before my mom wakes up

Sin grabbed a beer bottle, took a big gulp, spit some into a bandits face.

Break up, with my girlfriend so I can bang sluts

He shattered the bottle against the bar, and slit the bandit's throat with it, and pulled his tongue out the wound.

I'm undead

Sin caught another bandit's arm as he tried to punch, grabbed the other bandit's tongue and strangled him with it.

Unfed

To the beat of the song, Sin shoots three more bandits down, and as the last one cowers on the floor he smiles.

Been sleeping on, bunk beds, since ten

Sin took a piece of broken glass, and pricked his finger on it.

So if I don't booze it

He grabbed a beer and drank some as he walked towards the bandit.

I'm gonna lose it

He stuck the glass in the corner of the bandits mouth, and listened to the song
Everybody get to it

He suddenly ripped it up, and cut open the bandit's jaw, sending blood everywhere

Do it

"Now" He turned to barman "My whiskey please"

Get ruined.

As the song continued, Sin sipped at his alcohol. When he was done, he nonchalantly shot the bartender, and got up, leaving a pile of bloody corpses on the bar floor.

"That was fun! We really must do this again!" He said, emptying a canister of gasoline on the floor.

He lit a match and threw it down, lighting the place ablaze.


Sin sat at a fire that night, rather drunk, but with his clear enough that he could think. Pandora had changed alot since he went away. It was more civilized now. It was still a bandit infested Shithole but it had changed enough.

He thought about the parents he could barely remember, and smiled to himself, taking another swig of the booze beside him.

He heard a growling in the brush, and froze. That was definitely a stalker. He stared a bit, looking for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, an invisible blur pinned him down, and a monstrous stalker, its breath reeking of Flesh, roared in his face.

He smiled, and shot it off himself. It lunged at him again and he impaled it on his old, and rusty, katana.

Blood splattered on him. He looked at his dirty, blood splattered prison uniform. "Im gonna need new clothes." Then he saw in the distance, bright lights. He smiled.

The City of Opportunity. Home of the Crimson Raiders, and the Vault Hunters.


Mr. Anarchy here! This wasn't my best work, I admit. And for that I apologize. However, Next chapter will see the Vault Hunters confronted with the reality that Sin is out. That's the good-ish news. The bad news? Im going on a hiatus. Summer vacation starts for me soon, and I dont have a computer at my house.

Sin: We will see you fuckers in the fall!

I thought we agreed you'd let me write these.

Sin: Oh shush. Review this garbage. We all know you're only here because of my homicidalness. Oh and we dont own that song that was used, and just kinda picture me killing in beat with it!