Once long ago in a small village in India there lived a boy named Punjab Harratti. Punjab was a shy boy, didn't have to many friends not that he cared, because he had his goat (I mean goats). Punjab's village was under evasion by a near-by village who wanted more sheep. As the battling was going on Punjab's 7th birthday came. For his birthday his dad gave him a winchester widow maker double-barreled shot gun (which he stole of the attacking village). Punjab was so happy, he went out into his backyard and all he could see was bloodshed. Punjab loaded up two shells and blew away the first two people who ran past his hut, one of them unfortunately was his uncle Damonjit. Ah well he was meaning to do that for a while. Punjab then loaded up again and walked on to the battle field and just kept taking shots. Soon there was nobody left he had picked off everybody in his village. Punjab's parents were to scared to punish him fearing he would blow them away to so they didn't do anything. Four years went by and Punjab's mom suddenly fell ill, and past on. She died one his 12th birthday, no no it's okay that's what Punjab wanted for his birthday (all she ever did was nag). Punjab's dad was so depressed one day he jumped off a bridge and died, (well if it wasn't for Punjab's extra shove I don't think he would have jumped). Punjab was alone. He had two goats and a shot-gun. One day while Punjab was walking down  a path on his way to New Delhi he ran into a kid with a dirt bike. Punjab traded him his beloved gun and his goat (damn! I mean goats) for the dirt bike. He drove to New Delhi and got himself a job. He was paid minimum wage, it wasn't so bad. Punjab also purchased a new gun. A magnum .44 a.k.a. "Desert Eagle". One day while on his way to work Punjab noticed some punks by his dirt bike. He asked them to get the get off but they wouldn't budge. So he got some help from his gun. Lets just say that those kids won't be able to pedal a bike again. Four years later at the age of sixteen, Punjab had about 2,800,000 rupees saved up (that's about $100,000.00 U.S). He went and got himself an apartment and a new car. He traded in his dirt bike for a suit. One morning while on his daily jogs he noticed a for help sign on a bank. He went in a asked for the job (it was for a security guard position). He got the job and quit his old one. Punjab had many encounters with pathetic thieves, one in particular named Amit. Amit was so fat that he made Punjab laugh hysterically when he demanded the money. When the fat porker got it he ran away leaving a trail off eggs behind. Punjab followed the trail and found Amit in a restaurant bathroom. He kicked down the door lifted Amit up and beat him so bad he never have fun with his goat (yes, I mean goat this time) again. Punjab was starting to get bored of all the good things he was doing, he was under paid and over worked. So one day he robbed the bank and away. He was a fugitive. Punjab learned to hate the police and killed as many as he could. One day Punjab snapped and started on a killing spree. He killed as many people as the bullets would allow. He found a friend that was crazy as him, lets call him Zeus. Zeus was a fugitive in many states. Mostly in LA. he moved to India to try and stay out of jail. But now that he met Punjab that was almost impossible. Punjab finally got  caught and was sentenced to nine years on death row, where he later would be sent to be hung. He vowed to escape and kill all that did him wrong. With the help of Zeus he did escape and he got his revenge. Now he is in hiding with Zeus living an illegal life. Remember kids crime doesn't pay (UNLESS YOUR GOOD AT IT).

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