I once woke up with an overwhelming feeling of sadness. I was even crying and all because I sniped Fergie. Yes, Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas. For some reason, I was looking through a cross hair at this HUGE skyscraper. I shot at whoever was up there because I knew that it was my job to kill them. She was really high up and fell out of the window that I snipered her from. Then I’m in school, and my friend walks up to me and goes “did you hear?” and I was like “No, what happened?” and she goes “Someone shot Fergie” and I was bulldozed by this actual physical wall of pain and sad. I woke up crying and almost as if I had been beaten up by feeling so sad about sniping Fergie.