It's fun where Jacob lives.

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There's a game he plays daily. He calls it; "Shoot And Fly."

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Jacob lives in an extremely rundown house that, from the outside, looks dark and mouldy, and on the inside, it's even worse.

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Jacob's house sits alone at the very top of a large hill. There's just one road in and out, and on the other side of his house, is an almighty steep drop. Five hundred feet to be precise, which then stops at the road below.

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The road is a major highway, which curves and twists around the hills, and eventually out of site from Jacob's house. This road also has a steep drop.

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Jacob's house looks haunted through and through. But it isn't. It looks to be empty and abandoned. But it isn't. Jacob lives there.

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Jacob, and his gun.

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Jacob is 67, retired from the army, and bitter. Ultra bitter.

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At age 25, he stood on a landmine, which took both his legs, and, as he puts it, "ruined his life forever."

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Jacob sits alone in his house, day after day, playing his game.

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Yesterday's score, which was 22 for 5, is his personal best so far.

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He hopes to beat that today…It is the holidays after all.

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From his window, he has a perfect view of the curve in the road. Especially down the sight of his sniper rifle.

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The premise of the game was easy; shoot out just one of the tyres of a passing car, just as they're approaching the curve, and make them fly off the edge.

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Some cars have lonesome drivers, and others have full families.

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So, yesterday's count was 22 dead for 5 bullets. 4 cars with 5 people in them, and 1 car with an elderly couple.

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Jacob got carried away yesterday, though. He's only supposed to do one car a day so to avoid suspicion.

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Jacob is happy this morning. He knows that the holidays brings plenty of traffic. He stares down his scope, eagerly waiting.

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Wait, what's that?…Oh my!…Oh my-Oh my-Oh my!

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Jacob's smile lit up his entire face. His thin and saggy skin stretched around his skull, his eyes widened with excitement and he sucked up the dribble from the corner of his already crusted mouth. His hands stopped trembling and he became more refined as he adjusted his lens. He took in a deep and slow breathe as he focused in on the school bus tyre…

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52 for 1 is now Jacob's personal best.