Repression
"Hey wait, no..." Henry utters before you blast his internal organs to hamburger with your shotgun.
Aaron looks upon you as a savior. You are. You now know why you came to school. To right the injustices that have occurred. You immediately make your way to the gym. You see Butch, your sister's boyfriend. HE was responsible for leading your sister astray, most of the jocks in here deserve to die. Long have they taunted those they percieve as weaker.
You catch them completely off guard, you manage to blast Butch first and then pick off his friends as they attempt to run for their pathetic lives.
You then single out teachers who attempted to bully you with their "Rules". Their rules are meaningless to you. You serve a higher power. Justice. You sneer as one woman begs you not to kill her for the sake of her son. Her son will be much better off without the likes of her...
People are running in terror from you, but its only because they FEAR the justice you may dispense if they are found guilty.
The police soon arrive and they are here to dispense their OWN brand of justice. You do not acknowledge this though. What you've done today, will be remembered, nobody can judge you and nobody will.
You turn one of your guns on yourself. You feel a great sense of pride, before squeezing the trigger.
Then you feel nothing...
Aaron looks upon you as a savior. You are. You now know why you came to school. To right the injustices that have occurred. You immediately make your way to the gym. You see Butch, your sister's boyfriend. HE was responsible for leading your sister astray, most of the jocks in here deserve to die. Long have they taunted those they percieve as weaker.
You catch them completely off guard, you manage to blast Butch first and then pick off his friends as they attempt to run for their pathetic lives.
You then single out teachers who attempted to bully you with their "Rules". Their rules are meaningless to you. You serve a higher power. Justice. You sneer as one woman begs you not to kill her for the sake of her son. Her son will be much better off without the likes of her...
People are running in terror from you, but its only because they FEAR the justice you may dispense if they are found guilty.
The police soon arrive and they are here to dispense their OWN brand of justice. You do not acknowledge this though. What you've done today, will be remembered, nobody can judge you and nobody will.
You turn one of your guns on yourself. You feel a great sense of pride, before squeezing the trigger.
Then you feel nothing...
