One day, I saw a dead bird on the side of the road. I couldn't find a stick, so I just grabs some pebbles and softly flicked at it. Then I found a stick. I pocked at it and scream. It didn’t move, but I still scream. I pick at it some more and record myself of me doing it. Back home, I show my mom the photo of the dead bird and laughed. But she didn’t think it was funny. It was a good thing I didn't show her the video. I'm saving that for a girl I like. Why am I talking about this? Well, there’s a metal that’s called Brutal and it says something about the thing I just did. This other time a long time ago back in high school, I took photos of a road kill raccoon and a woman called me a sicko. I should poke dead animals with sticks more often.
Anyways, this is one of the greatest flash games in history. And also, this is something every school shooting needs… A HERO. But it’s better if they never happen. Thanks for making everyone's childhood kick ass.