Peter Griffin PTSD

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peter griffin looked out into the distance realizing his new found role as a soldier and not as a family man bullets flew like birds beside his face yet could not feel their wings and didn't want too soon he took out his paper and began constructing a fortress to fight joe biden who has rapidly approaching his fortress was massive and he knew at any time if he didn't react in time he would be killed by joe biden "i believe in you peter" trump said sipping on lemonade "he can not defeat you" peter wished he could believe this but both him and joe biden were strong as each other so would be close soon joe biden got close grabbing his golden scar and firing at peter but with a quick motion peter got out of the way and took out his gun and fired at joe biden hitting him in the chest multiple times "AaAaAaAah YOU GOT ME JACK YO-you got me" joe biden said peter looked at bidens body laying there on the cold recently stepped on wooden planks and watched as the blood dripped like a guardian angel coming to send his soul to heaven joe biden died there for a moment peter cried in his head "what purpose is this war" it seems like the curses outway the benefits. perhaps it is left for god to decide my fate." peter soon returned to his home a wreck from what was once a happy home "hey peter" brian said sipping on vodka watching the news "kill any babies yet?" he said sarcastically. "no i have not brian that's a horrible thing to do. don't you have any regard for people like me" peter said in protest. "no i don't child killer!!!!" brian said after turning off the TV brian rushed to stewies room and stayed there leaving peter to sit alone by himself looking at the cracking walls and the color shift from a vibrant variety of colors to one that was barren almost lifeless thinking to himself about what he had done he looked at his badge it read out "Peter S Griffin private first class" his mind fixated on past life the slaughter at among us pass the battle of tilted towers and the 69th battle of yo mama he saw his friends die and be teabagged relentlessly every time a thought rang out in his head he cried silently as if he did not want others to hear the kept to himself the horrors he kept to himself the days of yore but he knew those in power did not care about him and his comrades but alas he could do nothing so as he sat down on the couch he grabbed a vodka bottle and watched american dad

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