
by Jovinel
His name's McCoy. He's journeyed long and far, till his face's formed wrinkles and his locks turned grey. He won't be giving up now. And all this way he's come, just for one purpose: He shall find, and he shall slaughter the Predator. Fortune be upon him.
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