In most houses the family pet had managed to score a spot at the feet of one of the family members beds. The Saturday night party goers has either called it quits or has passed out. However one individual was braving the cold with a thin jumper and a cam-corder in one had. They had business to attend to that had waited to long already. They focused on there target a grand double story house that most of the members of Ricker Valley couldn't afford with even the grandest pay rise. The switched on there camera and the world was filled with the glowed green of night vision. They crossed the road and proceeded to the front door with a click it swung open and the figure held the item in there other hand more menacingly,hearing the tap was running they stealthy walked into the kitchen where there target was having one last drink . “ What are you doing here?” the old man questioned the figures presence,who held up there weapon . “You can have as much money as you want …. just -” The figure rushed forward FLASH BANG . The man fell dead. “Hank !? You OK!?'”Melissa Thorne rubbed her tired eyes hearing the loud sound and was concerned about her father. She took one look at the dark figure that was over her fathers body and began to run.
I have no problems with people who do blogs to get money or ask people to donate. HOWEVER what i do have a problem with is when they are just rude about it. It is less and less of "Could you PLEASE plus this blog cause i am low on T$ ,THANK YOU" and more of "PLUSS THIS BLOG NOW OR YOU ARE AN SELFISH AND A HORIBBLE PERSON !4f!1!1!".