I was a bit of a problem child at school but I think that was an extension of my home life which pretty much consisted of me working my parents against each other. One notable event occurred when my mum broke my arm in a fit of rage when I ruined her newly decorated studio. During my recuperation, she read Robin Hood to me and this is where my love of archery came from. I was never a team player so, although I always had a fondness for the game, playing football never occurred to me.
Anyway, my behaviour in and out of school carried on spiralling downwards leading to both me manipulating a girl in my class to gouge at her eczema and blinding my little sister in one eye with drain unblocker. Everything came to a head when, in high school, I trapped everyone in the cafeteria and killed nine students, a teacher and a dinner lady with my bow and arrow.
Now I spend my days locked away trawling bluemoon in order to maintain the human contact that I never thought I'd miss. For the record, ten of my victims were reds and the other called it a "muffin".
