Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
You smile with psychotic rage as you hit the pedal to the floor and don't hold back. The kid in the hoodie turns around in just enough time to witness the cause of his impending death.
You ride your jeep over the curb at about 75mph striking the bike and the young punk, they both get sucked under your vehicle and you hear a loud crunching sound. The jeep keeps going into someones lawn knocking over a mailbox and breaking a ceramic gnome. You back out of the lawn running over the kid and the bike one more time for good measure.
You exit the jeep to reclaim your bike. Only thing is on closer inspection...it's not your bike. It looks similar but you notice the brand of bike is completley different. You just killed some random kid riding his bike. You are horrified.
Screams of the two young girls surround you as they run across the street to the blood splattered sidewalk. Your young victim seems to have been severed in half by your tires; his entrails have exploded in a wide radius that covers most of the bike and the front of your jeep in bright crimson blood.
The girls are kneeling on the walk, backs to you, screaming. One of them turns to you "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?! OH MY GOD! JIMMY! You killed Jimmy!"
What to do?
You ride your jeep over the curb at about 75mph striking the bike and the young punk, they both get sucked under your vehicle and you hear a loud crunching sound. The jeep keeps going into someones lawn knocking over a mailbox and breaking a ceramic gnome. You back out of the lawn running over the kid and the bike one more time for good measure.
You exit the jeep to reclaim your bike. Only thing is on closer inspection...it's not your bike. It looks similar but you notice the brand of bike is completley different. You just killed some random kid riding his bike. You are horrified.
Screams of the two young girls surround you as they run across the street to the blood splattered sidewalk. Your young victim seems to have been severed in half by your tires; his entrails have exploded in a wide radius that covers most of the bike and the front of your jeep in bright crimson blood.
The girls are kneeling on the walk, backs to you, screaming. One of them turns to you "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?! OH MY GOD! JIMMY! You killed Jimmy!"
What to do?