So this is my entry for round 3.... I hope you enjoy it. ENJOY it! Or else.... nah, I'm just kidding. If you want to, you may enjoy it. You have my permission.
About this creation
Ok, so this is round 3 time. My entry (again, D’: ) isn’t quite up to par, the way I like it… but I really didn’t have many ideas for this. :(
So I did what I could…. anyway here it is, I hope you enjoy it!
I am a sniper. My policy, rule, motto, whatever you want to call it, is ‘one shot one kill.’
It has to be.
As it is, a barely earn enough to buy the bullets I need to carry out my kob. In my profession, you miss… and usually, you’re out of a job.
Polished, cleaned… and everything. 3.46 meters long, from butt to tip. What? 3.46 meters? That’s almost 3 times the length of the average person’s length!, you may object. How can one carry, let alone shoot, that thing?
Well, that’s a problem easily solved.
Yeah, it’s the best:
Durasteel coating over 4-inch titanium plating. It is sealed, from the elements, and from enemy (and friendly) bullets. (Not that enemies ever know that I am there, of course, so they won’t be shooting me bullets any time soon.) I can shoot and carry my sniper with this suit no problem.
What more could you want?
Believe it or not, there is something. A job.
I got everything… except for a job. I’m a hired gun. My income depends on the evilness of others. Who they want assassinated, but sniped. Not just assassinated.
See, I’m not an assassin. I don’t like getting all up close and personal. First of all, getting out of there can be tough at times. I prefer taking people out the way that requires more precision, more accuracy. They don’t know what hit ‘em.
And they never will.
For all you civvies: when I pull the trigger, you better not be standing in my way. Thick skulls don’t stop the forward motion of my bullet. It finds its target, no matter what it has to pass through.
That’s why they’re $100 apiece. No, I can’t afford more then one bullet per job.
I do have a grenade, though. Strapped to my lower leg, for use in case of emrgencies (when I miss, or when my target evades me), I got it when I began my caree as a professional sniper.
I’ve had that grenade 16 years. It hasn’t been used yet.
And it never will.
3 Months Later…
Buisness is booming. I have 30 jobs, all to be completed by 5:31 next week today. That 30 bullets, or 3 grand, right there. I’m being paid 10 grand per job.
Can I do it?
Yeah, I can.
THIS…. is where the rampage starts…
So here I am, on the roof…. looking down at the next dead man. Thinks the sunset is lovely, doesn’t he? Well he won’t, not for long…
Another clean kill. Just the way I like it.
And the absolute best: Sniping…. in the dark. What could possible beat that?
News Dude: “BREAKING NEWS! It’s a chicken rampage! Here we have Maria Patricks to tell us more about it. Maria, what’s going on?”
Maria: Well, reports of a mysterious grey and beige chicken have come in from all over the world! It appears that this chicken has taken it upon itself to lay grey eggs all over the entire world. We—”
News Dude: “Wait, did you say GREY EGGS?”
Maria: “Yes, it is very strange: we do not know how or why, but they appear to be grey. And they are oddly shaped. So far, this chicken has been to France…”
Maria, cont: “Where the Eiffel tower seems to have gone all blocky! And a giant grey egg has been laid on the top of the seriously demented, or you could say mutated, Eiffel tower. The French people have sworn never to use eggs, again. Of course, that will mean that their crepes and their other foods will now suffer greatly.”
Maria, cont: “It has also seemed to have taken a trip to the future, in a post-apoc time. A grey egg has been laid there as well.”
Maria, cont: “It has visited Greece, on top of the Acropolis…”
Maria, cont: “…and even seems to have laid a giant egg in Egypt, on one of the pyramids.”
Maria, cont: “The Egyptians have launched an expedition to the top, to try and reach the egg…”
Maria, cont: “…but the might of the egg has struck them down. the leader (dressed in green) seems to have broken his neck in the fall. May he rest mummified in pieces, er— I mean, peace.”
News Dude: “Wow, so what are people doing about it?”
Maria: “Locals have tried to catch the chicken, with nets, but that doesn’t seem to be working. One person even tried to pot the chicken, but he missed miserably.”
News Dude: “So what have people done, then?”
Maria: “Well, the U.S. President, Obama, has all the top scientists trying to dissect the eggs to find out what exactly it carries, and why it is grey. So far, they have found nothing.
Maria, cont: “Also, the top robotisists have designed robots to try and catch the chicken. But they all seem to be having trouble.
Maria, cont: “Finally, Obama has ordered the top military crack shots to try and bag the chicken. But so far, they have all failed.”
Maria, cont: “When the chicken temporarily visited the Sahara, the president launched a nuke, intending to take out the chicken.”
Maria, cont: “We are still pending results. The chicken seems to have been destroyed, but we don’t know yet for sure.”
News Dude: “So what is up next?”
Maria: “Well, we have— Ahhhh!!!
Maria, cont: “Get it OFF me!!”
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News Dude: “Maria? Maria, are you with us!?”
Second Siggy Me: “Hey, hey hey!”
Siggy Me, cont: “No more of this stuff! I was just getting to the best part of my sniper story!”
Innocent Audient: “Hey!”
Second Siggy Me: “Yeah?”
Innocent Audient: “We want the chicken! We want the chicken!”
When you started that chicken nonsense, I thought 'what the heck?', but then I've seen your fourth wall interruption and got it. You could have put plates on the news room wall, or transparent pieces showing the news HQ. The sniper story is excellent, I'd like to see more of that. 18/20.