The Striker
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  • Reads 559
  • Votes 64
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 20m
Ongoing, First published Aug 04, 2014
In baseball the rules are Strike one, Strike two, Strike three you're out! 

Well my game is sort of similar to that except my game involves more blood and gore. My game is all about taking revenge on  people that have ruined my life, so now it's my turn to ruin theirs.

The rules to my game are:

Strike one: Just a warning
Strike two: Better watch out! 
Strike three: You're out! (Literally)

They call me The Striker. Because I strike people out! No one knows about my secret and I mean no one, not my parents nor my best friends.  And I plan on keeping it that way.

WIll I get away with these murders?  Will I ever get caught? What will happen if I get caught? What will my parents think? What will my best friends think? Do I have a chance to finish my game in time? I guess I'll just have to prepare myself for what awaits for me.
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