Fists of Rage

Fists of Rage
Two months ago on a Friday my friends and I decided to go camping in Wisconsin for the weekend. This trip meant so much to me for the summer was coming to an end and my friends were going away for college. We decided on taking one car leaving mine as a P.O.W in front of my brother's fortress.
My brother is the root of all evil and with eighteen years of development his devilish ways are far more powerful then the minds of my elders. For countless years his reign of terror haunted those he slithers across. From robbing his girlfriends house to pawning my mothers engagement ri…