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Two down, one to go

ClannfearRock

on April 13, 2019

Not willing to let even one of them go free, Wildomeu scanned the valley below, and seeing that there is only one place that a full grown man can hide, which was a giant rock, Wildomeu knew that there could be no other place where the last H.I.V boy can be. And so, he kept his scope affixed on that rock, knowing that eventually he would make a break for it. The only downside was that it was about 2.3 miles away. Which is normally out of a sniper's operating range, but Wildomeu came prepared. With a brand new, Barret chambered in the special .416 ammo, which is specially made, just for these kind of situations. And sure enough, after about a seven minute wait, a head popped out from behind the rock, exactly where Wildomeu was aiming in. And so with excellent breath control, Wildomeu squeezed off a well aimed round. A second later, a red mist pops up in the spot where he aimed. And Wildomeu knew, he had gotten his mark. Shouting in triumph, "I WILL DOME YOU, FOR PAY!" He continued, by saying, " 2.3 miles! Eat your heart out, Canada!' Of course, no one will ever hear of the outstanding feat, because Wildomeu is a top secret kind of guy, who thinks bragging is for bitches. And so with the three H.I.V boys done for, the A-Team was out of danger, and could enjoy their rest. Because they've earned it! But they may never know, what really went on. Or that Wildomeu may have used them as human bait to draw out the H.I.V shooters. Because to hunt the big game, you need really good bait. And so, our team survives another day, thanks to that legendary soldier, Wildomeu Furpae, the friendly Tasmanian sniper man, who will stay on the job, until the job is done. Even if it be, in the pitiless Hula Hoop Void!!