• the thoughts that should have passed through his head as he rampaged on were something like "i'll get that snake" and "he will pay". but in kill mode he only thought about killing. the bloody rampage thru the little western town was spured by the man in question finding his wife and daughter on the floor in a puddle of blood. he had just got back from paying his late rent to the leader of a large clan of thugs, who had sent the party just before the man left to do go pay the rent. he passed the small band on his way and thought nothing of it. now as he slaughtered every last man woman and child he remembered how he promised his wife to never kill again. his trigger finger froze on a hooker in a red dress as he thought about this. after a couple seconds he decided he had no reason and killed the hooker.

    he was a vigilante who killed roughly a thousand thugs and never claimed any reward. he just believed that there should be no evil. he rampaged on his rounds never missing their mark. he as of now he had roughly 15 bullets in him and had bled to death. the only thing keeping him alive was his adrenalin fueled rage.after several minutes he had killed almost every living thing in town. he even shot a couple rats. behind him he heard a footstep and knew his target as he swung around on his heel. he didn't feel the first ten rounds then he started to feel all one hundred rounds pumped into him by the military isue gatling gun that had only been snuck up behind him out of sheer luck. and his last sight was the man he tried so veinly to kill.