Whoever finds me, finds death.
Whoever seeks me out seeks vengeance. I don't talk about killing, I kill. I don't talk about death... but I wish I could prevent it.
The sky rains droplets of blood and the crashing sounds of thunder and lightning are but a wisp of riddled bullets strewn across this graveyard called the ground.
I walk alone doing what I do best.
I am not a supporter of violence but I do what I do best to get by.
They’re after me. I can see them. I can feel them coming.... Can you hear my voice?
They want me dead. I am the Jackal.
"A living being seeks above all else to discharge its strength. Life itself is will to power. Nothing else matters."
-The theory of a madman
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