Same Size Killer, City Rampage Sniper

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#3 of Same Size Killer

A story about the Same Size Killer killing macros again.


Same Size Killer, Sniper on the City Rampage:

The Same Size Killer was in his shed. He was getting ready for his next murder spree. This time, he got a sniper rifle. He knew a rampage that was going on near him. He hated all macros and wanted to watch those giants pay for what they have done. He finished getting ready. He also got a Micro Nuclear Revolution Flag. He was now going to go to a mountain. He walked out of his shack, and went over to an area far behind his shed over to a large mountain for him to stand on, where the rampage was taking place. He walked over to there. He climbed the mountain, and he placed his flag on top of the mountain. He then loaded up and cocked his sniper rifle.

Down in the city far away from the mountain, there were five macros rampaging a city. And as his Micro Nuclear Revolution flag blew in the wind. He aimed the rifle and looked down the sight. He adjusted the scope to make it more accurate. He then got it right and he could see the macros and the damage that they were doing. He hated them all. He hated his own kind for the kinds of monsters with nothing better to do than be sadistic children that they were. His hate grew more and more. He wanted to see every macro in the city die with a bullet wound to the brain or the groin. Three of the macros were male, and two were female. Once he saw the micro blood in their mouthes and micro corpses on the bottoms of their feet, that's when he knew, they had to die.

The Same Size Killer first started with one of the female macros, he aimed at her eyes. "All my life, you have fucked me over" he said softly yet menacingly "now you will all die, macro fucking scum". The Same Size Killer then squeezed the trigger and fired two rounds, one at the female macro's face, and the other at a male macro's arm. The female's brains exploded out of her head, and the male had his arm blown off. The Same Size Killer then shot the male directly in the neck, causing him to spray blood out of his throat, and cough it up all at the same time. Both macros fell down dead. Now he was ready for his next victim. The macros took off running, and the Same Size Killer aimed his sights at the fleeing macros.

The Same Size Killer first aimed at the second female. He fired two shots at her. One bullet escaped her chest, blowing off her breast, and the other splattered her brains out in front of her. Last were the two males. And as his flag blew in the wind, he was ready to watch those titans pay for all that they have done. He squeezed the trigger and launched a bullet into the male's anus and out his crotch, shooting his dick off, and ripping open his ballsack. The Same Size Killer then shot him again twice, once in the neck, the other in the head. He had quite a few ammo left before he had to reload. So he adjusted the scope more.

Finally the last male. He wanted to make his death extra painful. First, he shot him in the leg, blowing his leg off. As the final male was bleeding, the Same Size Killer then shot him in the groin, stomach, and arm. The Macro's penis severed, his arm severed, and his guts leaking out of his stomach wound. The Macro was crying. The Same Size Killer then laughed for about a few seconds. But then, when micros came to tear him limb from limb. The Same Size Killer shot the macro in the eyeball before the micros could get to the macro. The micros then ripped the macro to pieces anyway. They even gouged out his other eye and played in his blown out brains.

The Same Size Killer saluted them and then walked back to his shack, leaving the flag there where it was. The Same Size Killer then went back into his shack, put the rifle away, and then sat down in his bed and snorted some cocaine. He really liked experimenting with his guns, he was not a fan of mass shootings and they were not his preferred method of murder. He preferred up-close and personal. But this was a much more efficient way to get rid of macros. Because after all, the only good macro is a dead macro. And in his eyes, all macros had to die.