Nice. When I was a student I used to live in a top floor flat above a row of shops. My room had a roof light onto a flat roof, so I used to climb out of it, sit on the roof with my air gun and snipe the hell out of anything I fancied.Originally Posted by basom
Across the way was a discount store and in summer they put a whole range of inflatables out the front - boats, lilos, inflatable turtles, rubber rings and so on. I shot 'em all. It was cool to watch them slowly deflating. Then I shot every single 99p football in their hopper. After that I tuned my attention to the takeaway three doors down. After clubbing, people would arrive at 'Hamburgerology' for a salmonella burger. I would draw a bead on the plastic ketchup bottle on the counter and as soon as somebody reached for it, I'd explode it all over them.
I shot all of the street lights out, one of them setting fire to the whole light pole as burning hot filament dripped down into the plastic lens, sending molten plastic onto a cop car below. The best thing to shoot, however, were the pigeons that roosted in the adjacent abandoned cinema. Before going into the cinema, they would often pause on a pitched roof along the row. This was my cue to instigate my own 'pigeon death zone.'
I'd wait until I saw a likely victim walking along the street and take one of the pigeons out with a clean head shot. The dead bird would then roll down the roof and plummet four storeys down to the pavement below. Hitting your target with the dead bird was the Holy Grail, but landing it at their feet was a close second. We had a local fox who did very well out of pigeon death zone.
I don't think the idea would work so well in a nightclub scenario though.
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