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Post by Derpy Hooves on Dec 6, 2013 19:22:04 GMT -8
I have always felt hunting was the sport of men. It requires the up most patience, skill, and timing. When ever I have a rifle in my hand I feel as if I have achieved nirvana of sorts. I remember the first time I held a gun. It was my 8th birthday. Oh I was so young back so naive. With my first shot I hit a small bird. Oh he barely saw it coming, but as the bullet hit I felt a rush of happiness. It was a rush that kept me going for the next ten years then suddenly I lost all pleasure. After that I learned that the best option to feed my urge to kill is becoming a Hitman. It was a hard long 7 years but I enjoyed every moment of it. I learned that when they least expect the kill it felt less fulfilling. I pondered of how I could do this and still get paid. The only solution I could think of is to kill the man who gave me this job. It felt as though I was a hunter again. Finding the right moment to go for the kill. It was the first time in years I felt a rush. I found my calling to kill. It is all I could do. With all of this no found money I obtained I created a small island were every unlucky sailor who washed up on shore met the same fate. Death. I only play by one rule now. One Shot, Your Out!
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