...Why are you here? To rid the world of scum... no... you're here because it feels good... good to purge filth... to purge worms that prey apon the weak... yes.. your are here because it feels good. The voice echoes onto you're ears... you smile at it.. you're insane but at least you know it, and have a grip on your murder... the right people get it... you rack back the AR10... and put in a mag, you release the slide and watch the bolt close... and with that... you kick in the door*