I see someone's head explode into a billion fragments before my eyes after they dropped litter in the bushland. I crush the stump beneath my stoney boot. Another polluter tied up before me is sliced asunder by my dagger. Before me someone drives their car and hits an animal. They do not stop but just drive on. They are engulfed with flames, but the flames kill slowly. My grimace becomes a smile as it was I who threw the match. This death will last for as long as I choose.

A dog neglected dies in pain. No pain so great as the human neglecter felt from my trusty nailgun. Pierced a thousand times, pinned to the ground, but still they live and feel. Their death release will be slow.

The bitter taste of rage a potent brew of life.
The acid flow of hate a lifeblood for one who avenge.