User 435, 7:23 PM, 5/6/2016-

Bored. So, god damn bored. An office monkey pushing the same buttons, at the same time, in the same cubicle, surrounded by like minded robots in their cubicles. None happy, and long for 5 to come sooner, and even more so there paycheck. That's why we do this right? Our paycheck? The hope that one day we will retire and finally be happy? Fuck that. Waiting till your 70, hoping you have grandkids and money to FINALLY be happy? I’m sick of this bullshit world. I just want to have fun.

User 435, 8:36 PM, 5/6/2016-

The only joy I have been getting recently is looking at the sketchy sites on TOR. Yah yah, I know, you shouldn't go to the dark web, but this shits pretty interesting. The anonymous chat rooms are more scuffed than 4chan chat rooms.

User 435, 6:16 PM, 5/7/2016-

God, how did my life end up this way? My life boiled down to sitting in this fucking cubicle 8 hours a day, eating and sleeping. When I was young I never thought “Hey, can't wait to grow up and work as a cog in this soul draining machine of a corporation”. Sure I make good money, but I don't even feel human anymore. Just, going through the motions. No kids, no girlfriend, no family that genuinely wants anything to do with me. Just alone. I need some adventure in my life. Something exciting. Fuckin hell. Anything is better then the current situation.

Upon posting this to an anonymous site, he clicks open Tor, a popular browser allowing the user to access all the sites, not just the filtered ones. He began browsing the usual sites, from blackmarkets, selling guns, drugs, etc. The illegal stuff. To live sites of 4 people playing russian roulette, with the viewers betting bitcoin. As he's browsing there's a pop up ad.

Got a problem? Hire one of our Cleaners.

The ad brandishing a picture of that hitman game character.

Seeing this ad, he dragged the mouse to the X in the top right. “Right, if I click that I’ll get all kinds of viruses” he thought to himself with a chuckle. He goes to press the X but stops himself, his interest was piqued despite it most likely being a virus. He thinks it over, the pros outweighing the cons in his mind. He drags his mouse to the “Hire” button. As he clicks it, a new tab opens. It's indeed what he thought, a hitman hiring site. He looked over the site, “10k in bitcoin for a usa target, not a bad price.” he thought. He looked at the rules, no people under 16, no top 10 politicians. He kinda laughed and shrugged, and brought his mouse to the X button of the tab, before getting an idea. “What if I hire one on myself?” he had thought to himself. He laughed over the idea, but then really started pondering the idea. He sat there for 1 to 2 hours, staring at the screen as if watching a still movie. He saw on the site “Will respond within 1 hour or 50% off your order, email first”. He thought “Fuck it, at least email to see whats up”. He emailed the address at the bottom of the page and sure enough, within 15 minutes got a response. It went over the rules, requirements and payment. “We will get the job done within 2 weeks” he read, and the more he did the more and more he was sure of this game of his. He emailed him back his own info, and got a response, “Good, and the payment?”. He brought up his bank account and looked at it. 30k. He would be spending a third of his savings. He began having second thoughts before thinking how he got this money. He was sure. He went to a bit con conversion site and got 10k worth in bitcoin, and wired it to the routing number. “Sent.” he wrote to the man. “Good, your issue will be cleansed in the next two weeks, starting tomorrow, don't worry. Your money was well spent”. “Good, I can't wait.” he replied. The gravity begins to set into him, he had read “No refunds, once the money is wired, your issue will be dealt with”. But he didnt feel fear, but pure joy. He was in for the game of his life. He got up and got in his car. He drove to a nearby gun store.

User 435, 9:57 PM, 5/7/2016-

I'm not sure what I just got myself into, but this will be a blast. Just stopped at a gun shop and bought myself a Springfield XD pistol and a Barrett m82 sniper rifle. Along with a shit load of ammo. Fuck, can tommorow come any sooner?

User 435, 10:13 PM, 5/7/2016-

I just called my boss to go fuck off. Felt so relieving.

He begins to drive to an old novelty “Spy Shop”. He buys all these trackers, cams, binoculars etc. He heads home around 10:45 and heads to bed. He wakes up at 5:45, and heads into the kitchen. He looks around his house one last time. He grabs a piece of paper, and writes a note for his pursuer.

“Tag, your it.”

He leaves this note on his dining room table, and heads out. He gets in his car and drives into an area across the street relatively hidden. He waits there watching his house, eventually getting hungry. He heads to burger king and buys a bunch of burgers, to last him a while. He returns to his vantage point. He waits a while, and eventually spots a black SUV driving slowly. He grabs his Binoculars, and zooms in. The windows were tinted. “Is this my guy?” he thought to himself. “What am I thinking, of course its my fucking guy.” and sure enough the SUV stopped outside his residence. A man in a suit steps out of the car, and walks to the door. He pulls a device and puts it up to the handle, and in a moment the door clicks open and he enters. He shifted his gaze to the vehicle. He writes down the SUV’s plate number. He waits until the man comes out. When he does he stuffs something in his back pocket. “His Gun” he thought to himself. The man was wearing a black suit, red tie, slightly overweight and bald. “What a stereotypical hitman” he thought to himself. He notices the man crumble up a piece of paper and throws it on the ground. The man gets in his car and drives away. He waits about 30 minutes before going over and looks at the paper, which was his “Tag, your it.” note. He begins to chuckle to himself. “Good, now he knows this won't be an easy hit. He knows that this game has just begun. This will truly be fun.” he thought to himself.