Badazkillr

#BadAzKillR he squeezed gently pinching the lever once again and felt the intense power being let loose travel up his arm … whiffs of sulfur smoke acting like a drug on his sinuses eyes widening with a surge of pure adrenaline - loud concussions slapping his ears like a drill sergeant and drowning out the distant shrieks that came in unison … countless times he’d done this at home from his favorite recliner fueled by Doritos and Red Bull he’d racked up points like a madman - hour-on-hour … day-after-day … year-upon-year … blam-blam-blam!! mowing the nasties down with unique precision, ‘til it no longer required conscious thought … just reflexes and focus to master his gamer technique earning his online moniker proudly: ‘BadAzKillR’ one of the best at what he did he’d won countless contests and matchups and people seriously feared his avatar but nobody knew his name - not his REAL name and he wanted the same respect from others that he got online. bullied at school and misunderstood by his family - not once given the same cred and reputation that he had garnered in the cyber world … but THIS would change all that he laughed out loud at the irony - at how simple and easy it was and unlike a video game, it came with a dark, exhilarating thrill that he’d never experienced before … his intent had been just ONE - a cop or politico or somebody important - someone whose death would insure his name was not forgotten for a very long time but the security guard outside had been so effortless - so quick and he wanted that rush again - that malevolent tingle that had followed and given him such a charge … so … he kept on walking and laughing and pulling the trigger they were just targets anyway - just points in the game - and he was going to rack up as many as he could after all, he was ‘BadAzKillr’ and it mattered not that these targets were real … that they couldn’t shoot back … that they were … just children. (For all those affected by the Uvalde Scool tragedy)