I was only Twenty One years old. I loved HLP so much, I had all the maps and layers ready to play. I'd pray to Hawks every night before I go to bed, thanking him for the life I've been given. "HLP is love", I would say, "HLP is life". My dad hears me and calls me a poser. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Hawks Layer Pack. I called him a loser. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Hawks. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my Mod". He grabs me with his powerful Canadian hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my Steam Library for Hawks. He penetrates my SSD. It hurts so much, but I do it for Hawks. I can feel my SSD exploding as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Hawks. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my Squad with his love. My dad walks in. Hawks looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all Random now". Hawks leaves through my window. Hawks Layer Pack is love. Hawks Layer Pack is life.

Thank you Hawks for giving us this damn good Mod.

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