(The truth is nothing to be horrified about death is what makes the world go round killing people that dirty your world should be a pleasure and to the rest of the world an honor, don't believe me watch closely you see an oldish man in a suit getting ready for his campaign, he is a widely accepted politician but is actually a scum of scums and will soon have a bullet through his brains.)
(enough about that it's about to start)
"As you know the most of the country is in debt and is basically slums, I intend to make a huge contribution by regaining the economy of the country..." the corrupt politician stated.
"woooooooh!" the crowd cheered.
"and to do that I'm generating mass business in the country with the aspects to help people find jobs and" the politician said almost concluding his speech.
BANG!
the sound of sniper could be heard and all that was left was an old man with a hole in his head and brain matter on the walls.
(you may be wondering who I am what my life is and how I got into the pleasant art of killing eyesores, well it was very simple I grew up in an environment where it was needed to survive from a young age I learned how to kill with my strength and my wit but in order to do that I had to sharpen my mind and I did that from stealing textbooks, looking back on it now I was a genius among geniuses to be able to understand everything just by reading a textbook and that's amazing any way long story short I started killing as survival but I became so good at it that I started enjoying it and not in a creepy way but a how many scums have I decimated today 1;2;3;4;5;6;... sorta thing)
3010 Bendrock may12 Tuesday 8:47AM
(I was just a little boy when my parents or more like criminals with a conscious that took me in out of pity and thought me the basics and of course used me to fit in small gaps and help them out like that over all as far as criminals go they were very kind and only took what they needed to survive and not because of greed, lust or pure lunacy they were simply people that were trying to live and I was happy they didn't give me a name and I was fine with that because they must of found it difficult to name me in order not to get attached to me and I understand that but unfortunately for them I got attached to them but it wouldn't matter since they were killed right in front of me, ok listen I was attached but not that attached I felt pissed but I wasn't grieving there loss of life no fuck that I'm a do what that guy did but better way better and far more skilled)
"Dan" a young boy said looking at his 'parents' corpses.
"my name is Dan" the boy said with a wicked grin.
(and that's where my hellish training schedule appeared, na just kidding I had to wait 2 more years while getting the best nutritional value that was what my 'parents' told me in order to keep me healthy, this might sound hilarious but there was enough food for everyone but not enough small luxuries, like a bed to sleep in so breaking into a building such as a hotel with comfortable beds happened a lot there was also a lot of robbery's for fun but the criminals I worked with/my 'parents' were unemployed and couldn't get a job so stealing food was a must in order to survive and luckily for me the thought me how to steal all the right foods to have a balanced diet and like that a spent 2 years doing that and now it was time for my training I immediately started working out and my body started seeing the affects and not only that but I had to steal text books and a lot and learn various subjects, I also stole 50kg weights that get strapped onto the body and wore them all the time to get used to them and then added more and more and eventually changed from 50-100-150-200kgs overtime and at this time as an 11 year old I was going to polish my skills in killing by mastering all types of martial arts and firearms which I stole and almost got caught in doing so and so I practiced for a year and now at the age of 13 I decided to start killing but making it not notable so I started sniping from afar and boy did I do well of course I was shaken up about my first kill but that didn't stop me from doing it again and so I started killing the most dangerous of enemies with a sniper rifle for a month but in that month I completely scared the mafia bosses shitless and that was for one reason I never miss any way later I started fighting them head on and killing them sneaking up on them and killing them and what was once a need for survival turned into a killing spree those I couldn't kill with strength I killed with wits and those who I couldn't kill with both I killed with betrayal and in all honesty it was fun but I was still naive I didn't know how the world worked I didn't know how much attention I was getting in half a year my victims were numbered at a thousand and sat apon a throne of corpses looking down at the ocean of blood and of course the government caught wind of me and my assassination but what sealed the deal was killing a corrupt government official by the name William Davis and damn was that a huge fuck up but it ended better than I thought because...)