Ken Milgers prayed to Jesus kneeling beside his fellow Oil warriors, Tom Taroel and Gary Polks. They had fasted for three days tooting miles of meth, prepareing for the holy strike on the competitor. They had clandestenly gotten hired on at Hexx on U oil rig off the coast of QuayLand. This was risky business, killing over a hundred thousand muslems over a lie about PMD's is one thing, but attacking a free floating off the coast of europeon city is another one. A free city liveing high off of oil profits that they suck from a wound in the ocean. Let them feel the wrath of the Ellon Oil Company. They had worked hard on the rig and learned several randy jokes to get them in with the crew, trusted as good standing employees. All along however they were there to destroy the enemy. Now the morning of they're misson had arrived. Three men about to meet eternity with brave hearts and strap on explosives. They prayed together before work, while snorting a near fatal overdose of meth. They strapped on enough plastic explosives to take the whole thing down and they punched the time clock. They felt like gods as they smiled and nodded to they're temporary co-workers, meth heavon was coming soon, with girls and pleasure fit for matyrs. Co-workers kept grinning and asking them what the where smiling about. "Soon you will see!", They said. At noon up they all looked at their watches and detonated they're explosives, each standing in a key area of the Oil rig. These explosions triggered fires and more explosions, soon the whole rig was leaning to the side and a mass of smokey fire. All aboard died that day, and Gerald Ellon saw a great jump in profits as he tripled the cost of gasoline.