I was recently hit with the V2k rifle, and I have been having strange sounds implanted into my mind. My teeth hurt nonstop from the metalic noise gnashing in my mind and I cannot find pleasure or release in any activities. My gangstalkers continue to take pot shots at me and will not allow me to exist. I went to get milk today and a man walked up to me asking me where the eggs where - if I was not so well knowledgable of the terms it would seem an innocious question hwoevber I knew he was the one tailing me on the way to the store. His question was coded for “where do they keep the egg-less ones” or in laymansterms where may I find the barren women (children (adrenochrome production farm)). I must say I was shcoked and will not be returning to walmart again.