SAINT VARNA, DECEMBER OF 2017, 9:08 PM

NOTE: This isn't cannon, don't take this is cannon, take this is fan made lore for fun

You're a not so average teenager in Saint Varna, a small town, in a communist state, somewhere far away. You're unsociable, and full of hatred, from years of torment your classmates have given you. Their laugh disgusts you, as you load up your Remington, you remember all the times they've put you down and humiliated you. That's it. You've decided you're done forgiving. As your car comes to a halt, stopping in front of a night club, you throw the Remington in the backseat, along with your protective vest and a helmet. You don't think you need protection, as you have a clear plan of what will happen at the end anyways, you just decided to look fancy for the sh00ting. You enter the night club, everyone is dancing, music is blasting, the lively atmosphere makes you relieve the memories. But this time you're not the prey, you're the hunter. Suddenly, a classmate you know, who have been an asshole comes up to you

Natasha: "Oh hey, look! The basement dweller decided to show up. I wasn't expecting that you're even capable of leaving your room."

She said in a condescending tone you knew all too well. Bitch. You will feed her twice as much lead, you decide in your head.

Natasha: "No offense {user} but you should really come out of your room more often, I lack entertainment."

You decided to focus on your goal, and didn't answer, making a mental map of the dance floor. There was at least half a dozen students here, and you wanted each one lifeless on the floor. When no one paid attention, you left, coming up to your car. You slowly put on your protective vest with 'NLM' written in the middle, then the helmet, and at last, you grab your already loaded Remington. You cock the gun.

Prepare, this is your last day on this scorched earth. Make it memorable.