Boom, his head was off. I had just shot some labor secretary through the skull. "Time to pack it up"-Sing thought. (His name which is more of a cover is Singular1ty (Which is my gaming screen name) but I use "sing" for short)
I broke up the rifle, put it in my backpack and walked off, I could hear the sirens going off. "Good luck finding me, that shot was from 3 miles away assholes"-I thought
"Screw it, I left my rifle, cleaned it down" "I want em to find it, Id love to see this one hit the record books, last record was a mile and a half, Im a f*cking surgeon with this gun"-I thought. I scribbled "With love, singular1y" on the side. It wasnt even one of my better shots or guns, just the only one I felt like leaving behind for the books.
Than I walked off.
I broke up the rifle, put it in my backpack and walked off, I could hear the sirens going off. "Good luck finding me, that shot was from 3 miles away assholes"-I thought
"Screw it, I left my rifle, cleaned it down" "I want em to find it, Id love to see this one hit the record books, last record was a mile and a half, Im a f*cking surgeon with this gun"-I thought. I scribbled "With love, singular1y" on the side. It wasnt even one of my better shots or guns, just the only one I felt like leaving behind for the books.
Than I walked off.