"This world is rotten," the Sniper muttered to himself as he wandered throughout the town. When suddenly, he stepped on someone's notebook that had been left on the ground. Curiously, he picked the notebook up and read it. The notebook said thus,
Skimming the rules, the Sniper cheered.
"This is perfect! It's the answer to all of my problems!! ...But there's just one problem. I hate everyone so much, I never bothered to learn their names... how can I know if it works?"
The sniper looked around for any sign of a Sniper Gamer's name. Finding nothing, he decided to give up and spend his meager paycheck on an ice cream cone from a street vendor. It was a hot day, and there was a long line. Standing in line behind him was Desdemona Winchcombe, millionaire and ice cream aficionado. They had a long chat about the benefits of ice cream, and by the time they had gotten their ice cream, they were like best friends. Des clapped the Sniper on the shoulder.
"You know what, pal? You have such good taste in ice cream, I've decided to give you a shot at a job with my corporation. Here, take my business card."
The Sniper's eyes widened as he took the card.
It had a name! A bright, shiny, embossed, millionaire name.
He smiled brightly.
"Thanks so much for the opportunity."
And then he wrote down in his notebook,
"Desdemona Winchcombe - dies of, I don't know, a brainfreeze or something"
Within moments, poor Des had dropped her ice cream cone, howling in pain. The cold froze deeply into her nerves, and she had a stroke right there. Right there in front of the little ice cream vendor.
The Sniper clapped the notebook shut, scurrying off blissfully as the ice cream vendor panicked and called the hospital.
It was a beautiful day. The world was no longer rotten, and the Sniper was no longer the Sniper.
The Sniper....
... Was now KIRA!
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#000, Desdemona Winchcombe, has been Death Note'd!
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