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Then, he discovered the Australian secret. He witnessed it. What he saw would change him forever.
He swore to forget everything and become something else. To not be close to another human, to not let it get into his head ever again. So he lost contact with civilisation.
Now, he has returned from those days of primitivity. He will always be isolated, but he has made an attempt to come back. With a few shots there and there through the heads of his enemies, of course.
~Fanfiction branded by Hale
Actually I think Hale would dedicate a poem to Sniper describing what a weak, cowardly, not-a-true-Australian he is.
Those are binoculars, or a telescope.
>Still virtually no character development
Requesting lock.