PostalAnon origin

>"This is it, this is war..." he thought to himself as he puts on his mail carrier uniform. It loosely fitted him thanks to him being somewhat spindly but that wouldn't matter in the long term.
>Anon packed 2 boxes of birdshot shells into the carrier bag and the loaded sawn off shotgun as well.
>He started to walk to the post office with a pep in his step. He waved to some people here and there as he was passing by. Anon was smiling like he was  your typical friendly neighbour.
"This is what they deserve! They know this would happen if they fired me!"
>He said under his breath when he finally reached the post office before taking out the shotgun and sealing his fate for damnation.
>His body count included 3 dead and 16 injured after going postal and then getting ventilated when the cops arrived
>When he went to hell, he was completely bewildered. Questions raced through his mind along the lines of "Why am I here?"  "I did nothing wrong!" and "How can I get out of here?"
>That last question would be answered when he saw an advertisement for the hotel, and considering he had nothing else to lose other than free time, he decided to give redemption a shot.