“Death has a fist. That fist holds a gun, and it’s barrels are loaded with justice. This city is filled with criminal scum, the leftover crust on the used condom of America. Scum that needs to be taken to the trash, with extreme prejudice. In this city, the cops are all crooked, and the crooks are all copped. Today is the same as every other day: it’s Judgement Day. I slide a long hard bullet into the greased chamber of my shotgun, and prepare for my night’s work. Prepare for another night as society’s janitor, another night wiping the floor with some punks
The criminals, the crooks, the wicked. They will all look up and cry “Who the fuck are you?” and I’ll look down and whisper ‘No-no word’. ”
-Dethblud, pig of action.