Why I should care about the opinions of strangers is a mystery, not one of them useful to me in any way, but I’ll do them this one favour and we can call it even.
He takes pride in his new social position as he arrives at the roof entrance and cocks the rifle, then looks at it admiring the body and scope.
He was going to create a work of art tonight with this giant, powerful weapon. It would be the paint brush, the alpha - the paint. He opens the door gently and continues his sprint towards the edge of the rooftop.
Steve: Relatively speaking they were right, I was weird, the odd one out. I still am now.
But the world needs freaks like me. We’re the ones that save the