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"My eyes looked down the scopes as I heard the rail shoot backwards, releasing the used casing of the bullet. I saw the blood and brain matter splatter painting the walls in a dark red color. I kept looking down the scope and saw more of his blood shoot out of his neck. I saw a part of his skull on the ground. Suddenly, everything went back to normal, I heard his friend scream and run backwards. I let out a small chuckle and a grin spread throughout my face."