Deagle precision

Deagle king

Damn brother, nice achievements. Keep up the good work son.

We aren't ashamed of being 5'10", no we aren't your "little pogchamp" we are KiNGS baby.

The primary reason I visit discos isn't solely to drink and enjoy time with my friends!
I genuinely adore the sensation of the pulsating loud music resonating within my body~. Just reflecting on it evokes a powerful response within me!!~

I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm.