Xbox Live Bio
Imagine if you will. The crosshairs have been set properly. The wind, humidity and distance have all been accounted for. The finger is upon the trigger and a deep breath is taken. There is a moment of silence. When the sound of the rifle has been heard it is far too late. The round leaves the barrel at the speed of 854 meters per second. When the bullet finally strikes it decimates it's mark. Chunks of brain matter and bone lay upon the ground with the lifeless corpse. You are my target. R.I.