In my previous thread >>1251599 I said I was going to write a short story from dubs and trips requests. It's best to give the story it its own thread

The Canadian grasslands were quite, the trees swayed in the wind, grass grew in between the cracks of the unkept road, animals went about their Day gathering food and preparing for the harsh Canadian winter. Then suddenly, a sound could be heard. The roar of an engine of a motorcycle cut through the tranquil scene, and on the bike there was a rather angry man. His name was Isaac Cooper, and he was driving to the nearest settlement with the lust for revenge in his heart. He let his mind wander as he cruised through the empty Canadian interior, and thought back to why he was where he was. It was only a week ago when Isaac lost the only person he ever had trusted, the whole ordeal happened quickly and everything seemed surreal. Days before the death of Owen Cooper, Isaac's father, Isaac had been living like he had been for the past couple of years, roaming from settlement to settlement with a group called “the royal Canadian mounted police”. None of them really knew what police were or what royal meant, but that was the name they found on the uniforms they robbed from an old decrepit building in the ruins of Ottawa so they went with it. Isaac loved his time with the RCMP, he had plenty of fuel to keep his bike going, plenty of alcohol to forget the hell he lived in, and the guys he rolled with were alright. For the most part they weren't that bad, they made an effort to only kill when needed and even occasionally protected those in need, but they certainly weren't good people. Isaacs whole world changed when the RCMP came into Edmonton, his hometown, for a drug deal.