Sin Eaters - Bronx Sniper


Gender: Male

Kit: Normal

Location: Storm City, Khazan


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 110

Personal Wins: 15

Personal Losses: 11

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Disabled

The Rookie

Later on the in the epilogue, I’ll be gone.

But right now everyone is frightened.

In the streets when the guns go off I like it.

I like it.


I think the question everyone seems to ask me is why and to be honest I don’t have an answer for them. To me asking why I do it is like asking why you need to eat every last french fry, even the stragglers at the bottom of the take out bag. We don’t know why we do these things and there’s no real reason to do these things but we just do. Maybe its base compulsions, maybe it’s an animalistic sense of needing to prove your strength in a nonexistent jungle or maybe it’s the fact that the way we live now hasn’t caught up how we evolved. We became hunters so many years ago and now we have to wean ourselves off being hunters and well some of us aren’t handling it as well as the rest of you. It’s not something I dwell on because it’s just the way I came to be and I can’t fix it. Believe me I tried and I’m still on a small cocktail of pills just to keep certain urges down.

Do I think I’m sick? That’s a tough question really. I guess I’d say I am. Lots of people like to rationalize their behavior by stating that it’s part of their animal instinct. For example a man who consistently cheats on his wife will sometimes bring up the fact that men aren’t designed to have a single spouse or life partner, that for them by instinct it makes sense to spread their seed. But there’s no example of a lion that kills other lions for the good of the pride, that’s some bullshit right there. Even if I had some urge to hunt things I could get a license and shoot boars all day in Texas. No this is definitely something wrong with the way I see the world and such.

I just deal with it like a drug addict deals with trying to get his next hit or a homo that just craves for the next cock down his throat. We’re all products of fucked up upbringings and we spend so much time trying to fix and patch over shit that doesn’t matter. Just deal with it people, just handle it and let your ugliness come out in about as contained a way as humanly possible. Sadly for me that usually involves an alleyway full of dead riff raff but hey some of us have it worse than others so please try and take a little solace in that.


Bronx Sniper

     Piercing Weapon: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Long Ranged Attack


In the rain I keep my eye on him.

I wonder if he’s really all that bad.

The rifle is an extension of me as I squeeze the trigger.

My smile forms as I see the hole in his head leaking blood.


No One Gets Out of Here Alive

     Marksman: standard (rank 1)


Can I just stop at one? No I can’t. I did when I first started doing this, just get to a roof top and try to catch someone in my sights. Sometimes it was some random homeless guy, sometimes it was a mugger, back then I was fairly indiscriminate over who I killed and never tried to validate what II was doing but whatever I killed one person and I’d call it a night. I’d lay in my bed and my eyes would be wide open staring at the ceiling while my heart beat a million miles a second from what I had just done. I probably had the biggest boner going along with it. Anyway I knew that one was never enough for a few reasons. One because quite frankly I don’t want to just shoot and kill one person I want to shoot them all. Second witnesses, it was ultimate justification to go “buck wild” so to speak but hey there it is.

Now this doesn’t make it very promising for you. I know you’re thinking it and yeah I’d give your chances to be about but you seem pretty cool so I’ll stick around a bit. Besides I got a lot I need to get off my chest and my therapist is on vacation the rat bastard.


In The Melee There Are Many Ways to Cry

     Marksman: standard (rank 1)


It was a drug deal gone wrong.

The stupid gangsters puffed out their chests in silly displays of bravado.

It’s now a bunch of grown men pathetically whining.

I decided to show up and play.


Who Knows Where The Shots Are From?

     Invisibility: standard (rank 1)


I think the first lesson weird people like me learn is to be normal. What do normal people do and how do normal people view a situation. I guess that’s why when I was a kid I asked stupid inane questions to my mom all the fucking time. Because I didn’t get it right away. I didn’t get why you had to say hello to your neighbor even if you don’t really like them for example. I learned that people want to likes to believe in the good of people as opposed to myself who is more or less indifferent to everyone else. You all claim you’re cynical and independent but that’s a sack of crap, you’re just a bunch of pandering gibbering monkeys and only decide to hate someone if they decide to not give you what you want. That’s not true hatred that’s pettiness.

I’m getting off track here, I had a point. Oh yeah being normal. You know that term “hiding in plain sight?” You’re looking at him. Being secretive, hiding, sneaking off, those are red flags for normal people. Those are the sort of things that makes someone go “I think he either cooks meth or is a serial rapist.” If you can be like the rest of you suckers then there’s rarely any suspicion if at all. Sure I come out in this gas mask but that’s just some cold shit I do before I blow away the few stragglers. Besides it’s better to hear about people talking about that creepy masked fucker who goes around shooting people around Strom City then hear about the crusty old white guy who gets his rocks off by killing everyone in khakis and a buttoned shirt.


Those Who’ve Died Aren’t Saying Much

     Marksman: standard (rank 1)


You walk amongst the carnage.

The smell of burnt air lingers in your nose.

It is then you suddenly realize from the silence.

That everyone has finally shut the fuck up.


And I Shot You Down!

     Marksman: standard (rank 1)


The funniest thing I saw today was when you and your buddies pulled out your glocks and took aim at me. I mean really? You thought you were even going to get a shot off? I guess there’s always a sense of self preservation and I get it but think of it from my perspective for just one moment. I have the advantage, the superior gun and the ability to shoot the wing off a fly. You have a pea shooter you’re holding all wrong. Sorry if I don’t feel any sense of dread on my life but those are the facts my friend.

Simply put you never had a chance. You were going to die today. You won the shitty lottery unfortunately. You had a one in a billion chance to meet me today and sadly your numbers came up. First prize is you’re going to fucking die. Now I know it seems scary but at least they’ll have a cool story to talk about at your funeral. He was killed by the Bronx Sniper, that mythical avenger who’s as ruthless as they come to criminals! Face it kid, I made you famous. You just need to smile for the camera before we finish up here.


You Never Had A Chance In Hell!

     Combat Supremacy: supreme (rank 3)

  • Area Affect
  • Target Seeker


One straggler tried to run away.

He turned the corner and thought he was finally escaped me.

Until he felt the burning explosion from his chest.

I’ll tell you now, there is no escape.


And I Felt No Remorse...

     Marksman: standard (rank 1)


You’re crying. I guess that’s understandable. Life is such a strange thing we value and we never value you it for yourself. You’re probably thinking of the parents who have the unfortunate opportunity of outliving their son. Or the girlfriend you fucked last night before you came out here. Maybe you have some illegitimate daughter from an ex you were going to turn good for after this one last job. I’ll tell you now stop thinking about that shit. I happened to swoop by today and you’re someone I was meant to kill. Just accept it.

Here let me adjust this. Ok bite down on the barrel. Bite down tight. I promise to make this quick and painless. Do you have a last prayer? Good, I’d give it about half a second before I pull this… oh fuck. Sorry I couldn’t help myself just fired it right there.

God what a mess.