- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Dolorous, you're going to hell, the rest of us are going to heaven
Well now DaElAlTH2, I suppose we'll see when we get there, won't we? It's not my place to judge, but my task now is simply to kill you. *you hear a sharp grating of metal on metal, followed by a snap and a gear locking into place; the signature bolt action cocking sound of a rifle. Before you have time to think anything more, the back of your head folds into itself as a bullet fans out into almost a disk from the g-forces of it's high velocity spin, before creating an exit wound roughly the diameter of a small grapefruit in your forhead.* Well that was easy...