You don't get up. Today is different somehow. You don't know why, but it is.

Your mother is screaming at you to come down.

It doesn't even faze you. Her threats meaning nothing anymore.

You hear her coming up the stairs.

You get ready for her

Your mother comes bursting in the room.

"What the fuck are you still doing in fucking bed? Its time for you to get your ass up and go to fucking school! What the fuck are you doing with your hands under the covers? Are you fucking jerking..."

Before your mother can finish her rant, you flip your covers off and shoot her in the head.

Wow. You didn't realize you were that good of a shot, you weren't even aiming.

Your mother slumps to the floor and you jump out of bed, fully dressed for today. You hear your sister running up the stairs screaming, wondering what's going on.

You go meet your sister

You appear suddenly as your sister comes from around the corner of the stairs, she has just enough time to see Mom's dead body and the pistol you're aiming at her.

You shoot twice, the bullets can't miss at this range. Your sister goes flying down the stairs and is already dead by the time she hits the bottom.

Yep, today is a different day...

You go to school

You collect all the other weapons you had stored in your room. You always knew this day would come.

You kiss your Mom and sister goodbye. It wasn't their fault, you just had to do it.

Just like you have to do it again.

Taking your Mom's car, you get to school, just in time to see your "friend" Aaron, getting beat up in the parking lot by the school bully Henry.

You double check your weapons before getting out of the car. Henry and Aaron both notice the amount of firepower you're packing.

You dispense Mayhem

"Hold on don't..." Henry says before taking a shotgun slug to the chest, killing him instantly.

Aaron at first looks at you as a savior from his tormentor. His expression soon changes to fear when that same shotgun is then pointed at him, exploding his head like a ripe mellon.

Your actions have now attracted a bit of attention. Students who were in the parking lot are now running for their lives or attempting to drive off.

You enter the school through the gym

You run around to the back of the school in the attempts to do what you have to do as quickly as possible.

You throw the doors open and gym class is in full session. You see so many...targets. Your eyes especially focus on Butch. Your sister's boyfriend. You immeidately take out your sub-machine gun and begin spraying the place. Some escape, some die instantly, some lay wounded on the floor begging for mercy. You take the opportunity to shoot the wounded one by one in a calculating manner.

You do this very calmly. Like stepping on ants...

Butch attempts to crawl away, but you spray him again with bullets. He lies still in a bloody mess.

At this point, a majority of the school has been alerted of the things you're doing. The cops should be here shortly.

You make your way down the corridor...

You head towards a classroom

You know EXACTLY which classroom to enter.

You go straight to it, shooting the janitor on the way there and a couple of students that you catch in the hallway.

You enter your designated target area. And its still full. The class was cowering, hoping you'd pass by, but fate was not with them today.

You see her. Jessica. Your sister's friend. She looks very frightened, but then again everyone in the class does.

You assess the situation with your shotgun in hand...

You know what to do

There's no other way. You begin blasting the room with buckshot, and don't stop shooting until you're sure everyone is dead.

The room is covered in gore. You look at Jessica and kiss her blood soaked lips. There just wasn't enough time.

You exit the class room. You hear police sirens and bullhorns screaming at you to give up. Most of the school has been evacuated at this point.

Just you alone in the school and the cops waiting for you outside now.

You let's finish it

You reload all your weapons calmly and exit through the front door.

"DROP YOUR FUCKING WEAPONS NOW!" you hear a cop shout.

You immediately open fire on them. You barely get off a few rounds before they fill you with lead, dropping you.

You fall to the ground, and breathe your last breath.

Nobody ever really knows why you did the terrible things you did that dark day. The only clue is the note they found in your pocket saying:

I feel nothing...