 bag.

Occasionally, he would shout at those in his way with phrases such as "YOU'LL COWARDS DON'T EVEN SMOKE CRACK!", "YOUR RESISTANCE ONLY MAKES ME HARDER!", and "FREE WILL IS A LIE BECAUSE NONE OF US CHOSE TO BE BORN!". Responses ranged from horrified screaming to futile attempts to subdue him. He didn't really pay much attention to the respondents, seeing as they all died in the end.

Originally, he had planned to steal more from the Site, but things heated up far too quickly for his liking. After all, even crazy people have a sense of self-preservation. Still, he would make sure that no one forget his name: Bag Man!

The janitor he was explaining all this to was, sadly, in the process of dying from a heart attack, desperately trying to reach for the aspirin Bag Man held in his hand.

"Man, it feels GREAT to get all that off my chest! Thanks for listening, dude!" He tossed the bottle next to the man's head, and watched him swallow the pills, shooting him when he was finished.

"NOTHING PERSONAL, KID!"

Matthews and Bradford ran towards the motor pool, following the carnage left in the wake of Bag Man's insanity.

"When we catch up to him, Bradford, I'll need you to distract him so I can get up close and stab him!", Matthews shouted over the alarm blaring through the Site. Bradford nodded, pulling out her pistol as they entered the motor pool.

Aside from the constant alarm, silence hung in the air as they slowly swept through the area, hoping that the Bag Man hadn't escaped. Matthews quickly checked to make sure the knife was still in its sheath, remembering its description perfectly:

Item Description: A combat knife with a serrated blade and a wooden handle. Whenever this knife is used with the intention of harm the knife blade will disappear through unknown means. This event is un-observable and happens instantaneously. When in this anomalous state any person(s) "stabbed" with the knife will instantaneously and unavoidably whisper the phrase "I'm dead" and lie down. After about 4 minutes the victim will reawaken unharmed with no recollection of the event.

Right as they reached the exit checkpoint
bag. 

 Occasionally, he would shout at those in his way with phrases such as " YOU'LL COWARDS DON'T EVEN SMOKE shot! ", " YOUR underground ONLY MAKES ME HARDER! ", and " detached WILL IS A LIE BECAUSE NONE OF US CHOSE TO BE BORN! ". reception range from horrified screaming to futile attempt to subdue him. He didn't really give much attention to the respondents, see as they all died in the end. 

 Originally, he had planned to steal more from the Site, but things heated up far excessively quickly for his liking. After all, even brainsick people have a common sense of self - preservation. even, he would make certain that no one forget his name: Bag Man! 

 The janitor he was explaining all this to was, sadly, in the process of die from a heart attack, desperately trying to reach for the aspirin Bag Man hold in his hand. 

 " Man, it feels GREAT to get all that off my chest! Thanks for listening, dude! " He tossed the bottle next to the man's head, and watched him swallow the pill, shooting him when he was finished. 

 " NOTHING PERSONAL, KID! " 

 Matthews and Bradford run towards the motor pond, following the carnage left in the aftermath of Bag Man's insanity. 

 " When we catch up to him, Bradford, I'll need you to distract him so I can get up near and stab him! ", Matthews shouted over the alarm blaring through the Site. Bradford nodded, pulling out her pistol as they entered the motor pool. 

 Aside from the constant alarm, silence hung in the tune as they slowly sweep through the sphere, hoping that the Bag Man hadn't escaped. Matthews quickly checked to make sure the knife was still in its cocktail dress, remembering its description absolutely: 

 Item Description: A combat knife with a serrated blade and a wooden handle. Whenever this knife is use with the intention of harm the tongue blade will disappear through unknown means. This consequence is un - observable and happens instantaneously. When in this anomalous department of state any person(s) " stabbed " with the knife will instantaneously and inescapably whisper the phrase " I'm dead " and lie down. After about 4 minutes the victim will reawaken unharmed with no recollection of the event. 

 Right as they reached the exit checkpoint
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Occasionally, he would smout at those in his wab with lhrases ruch as "YOU'LL COWARDS DON'T ETEN WMOKE CRACK!", "YOUR RESISTANCE ONLY MAKVS ME HAREER!", end "FREE WILL IS A LIE BCEAUSE KONE MH US CHOSE TO BG BORN!". Respotses ranged frmm hlrrified screaming to futile attempes to sibfue him. He didg't rtaljy pzj nuch attention to the respondsnts, seting as they all doed in the end.

Originally, hf haf planned to steal more from jge Fute, but thines heated l' far too qoickly for his liking. After all, dven erazy peoplg gagg a sense of self-ireservation. Still, he would kake sure that no onw forget his name: Bag Man!

The janitor he was expldiuing all this to was, waely, it tha pruxesr or vyihg frol a heart attzck, desperarely trying to reacn sir the aspirih Bag Iag held in his hand.

"Man, it feels GREAT to gef all that off my chest! Thanks for listening, dude!" He eossed the bottle next to the man's head, and watchad hij swcolow gye pills, shooting him when he was finished.

"NOTHIGF KERXONAL, KID!"

Matthcws and Bradford rsn tprards the motur pool, fkllowing the carnahe left in tye wake os Bab Man's insanity.

"When we catcy up to him, Yraeford, I'll need you to distracc him xo I van get up close and stcb him!", Matthews sjouted ovsf the alarm blarkng tvrough the Site. Bradford njdded, puloing out hef pixtol af they entfred bve motor pool.

Aside from tve constanh alarm, silence hung in the air as they slowli sfepn through the srea, hoping trat the Bag Mau hadn't zscapea. Matthews quicklb checked to make sure tha knife was svill in ies syeaty, rememcdring its desctiption pvryectly:

Iten Description: A cokbaj inife with a sexxauee blade and a eooaen hwnvle. Wranever this nnifd ir used with the iktevtiom of harm the knife tlads will disappear tnrjugh unkbown meags. This event is un-observable ajd ha'pens mnstanyangously. When in this anomalous sfate any oerfon(s) "stabbed" witm thg knife wilk instantaneously and unavoidably whispxr the phrase "I'm dead" abd lie down. After ayomt 4 minutes vhe vistim will reawaken unharmed wuth no recollectipn of the event.

Right zs thef reafhed the exit checkpoint
bag. Occasionally, he would shout at those way phrases such "YOU'LL COWARDS DON'T ONLY ME HARDER!", and WILL IS A BECAUSE NONE OF US CHOSE TO BORN!". Responses ranged from horrified screaming to futile attempts to subdue him. He really pay much attention to the respondents, seeing as they all died in end. he planned steal more from the Site, but things heated up far too quickly for his liking. After even crazy people have a sense of self-preservation. he would make sure no one forget his name: Man! janitor he explaining this was, sadly, in process of dying from a heart attack, desperately trying to reach for the aspirin Bag Man held his hand. feels GREAT get that my chest! Thanks dude!" He tossed the bottle next head, and watched him swallow the pills, shooting when he finished. "NOTHING PERSONAL, KID!" Matthews and ran towards the motor pool, following the carnage in the wake of Bag Man's insanity. "When we catch up to him, Bradford, I'll to distract him so can get up and him!", shouted the alarm through the Site. Bradford nodded, pulling out her pistol as they the motor pool. Aside from the constant alarm, silence hung air they slowly swept the area, hoping that Bag hadn't escaped. Matthews quickly make the in sheath, its description perfectly: Item A combat knife with a blade and a wooden used with the intention of harm the knife will disappear through unknown means. This event un-observable and happens instantaneously. When in this anomalous state any person(s) "stabbed" the knife and unavoidably whisper the phrase "I'm dead" and down. After about 4 the victim will reawaken unharmed with no recollection of event. as they the exit checkpoint
 bag.

Occasionally, he would shoUt at those iN his wAy wIth PhRaseS sucH as "YOU'LL COWARDs dON'T eVEN SMOKE CRACK!", "YOUR RESIsTANCe OnlY MAkeS mE HARdER!", and "FreE wilL Is A lIe BEcAusE nONE Of US cHOSE TO bE BORN!". RespOnsEs Ranged from hoRRiFied screamIng To futile atteMptS to subDuE hiM. he didN't rEally Pay mucH AttentIon to the rEsPOndentS, Seeing aS THeY all Died in the end.

OrigiNAlLY, he had planned tO steal MoRE fROM thE SiTe, but thingS hEated UP far too QUiCKLY foR His liking. AfteR all, even craZY peOple haVe A seNSe of seLf-preSeRVatIon. Still, he wOuld Make sure tHat no oNE forget HIs name: BAg Man!

THe jAniTor hE WaS eXplAiNIng ALl ThiS To wAs, sadly, iN tHe ProceSs of DYING froM a hEart AttacK, desperately tRyiNg to REacH for tHe aspIrin baG Man hEld in hIs hanD.

"MAn, it feels GREAT tO get All that ofF my ChEst! thAnks fOR listeNinG, duDe!" He tosSed the bOTtlE nEXT To The man's head, and watcHeD HIm Swallow tHe pillS, ShOoTIng him whEn He wAs fiNIShed.

"NoTHIng PeRSONAL, KiD!"

MattHEwS aNd BradfOrD ran toWaRds The Motor POol, fOllowiNg the carNage lEFt in the wake of BAG Man's insanity.

"wHeN WE cATch uP to Him, Bradford, i'll nEEd yoU to dIStRacT Him so i can gEt UP cLOse and stab him!", MattheWs ShouteD over The alarm blariNg through tHE sIte. BradfOrd nODdED, pulling out her PistoL as they entERed the moTor poOl.

Aside fRom the conSTAnt alarm, SilEncE huNg iN THe Air as they slowLY SwepT tHrough tHe aRea, hopiNg tHat The bag maN hadn't escAped. MattHeWs QuIcKly CheckED to make sUrE thE kNifE was sTIll in iTs sheAth, rEmEmBEriNg its deSCrIPTion PeRfEctlY:

ItEm descrIptiON: A cOmbat knIfe with a sErrATed bLaDe And a wooDen handle. WhenEvEr this knifE iS usEd with THE intentiOn of harm the knife blade wiLL disappEar ThrouGh unKnown meanS. ThIs evenT is UN-obserVable aNd hapPeNs iNSTantaNEOuSly. whEn in this anOMAloUs staTe Any pErson(s) "sTabbed" with the knife WIll InstantaneousLy aNd unAVOiDabLY wHIspEr THe pHRAse "I'm dead" and lie Down. After aBoUT 4 mInutes the vICtiM wIll reawAken unhArmed WIth no reCollectioN of the eveNt.

righT AS thEy reached tHe exit chEckpoint
 bag.

Occasionally, he wo uld shoutat th ose  in  h is w ay w ith phrases su c h as  "YOU'LL COWARDS DON'T  EVEN  S M OKEC RA CK!",  "YOURR ES I S TAN CE  O NLY  M A KE S MEHAR DER!",and "FREEWIL LIS A LIE BEC A US E NONE OFUSCHOSE TO BEBOR N!". R es pon s es ra nge d fro m horr i fied s creamingto futile attempt s to  sub due him. He didn' t  r e ally pay muchattent io n  t o the  re spondents,  s eeing as they al l d ied in the end.
Originally, hehad pl an ned to ste al mo re fro m the Site,  but  things h eatedu p far t o o quick ly for  hi s l ikin g .Af ter  a l l,e ve n c r azy  peopleha ve  a se nseo f s elf- pre serv ation . Still, he w oul d ma k e s ure t hat n o on eforge t hisname:  B ag Man!

The ja nito r he wasexp la ini ng  allt his to  wa s,sadly,in thep roc es s o fdying from a heart  a t t ac k, despe rately tr yi n g to rea ch  fo r th e aspir in B a gMan held  in hi s  h an d.

"Ma n,  it fe el s G REA T tog et a ll tha t off my  ches t ! Thanks for l i stening, dude ! "H e  t o ssed  th e bottle ne xt t o  the  man ' shea d , and  watc he d  h i m swallow the pills ,shooti ng hi m when he was  finished. " NOTHINGPERS O NA L , KID!"

Matth ews a nd Bradfor d  ran tow ardsthe moto r pool, f o l lowing t hecar nag e l e f tin the wake o f BagMa n's ins ani ty.

"W hen  we  ca tch  u p to him,  Bradfor d,  I 'l lnee d you to distr ac t h im  so  I ca n  get u p clo se a nd  s t abhim!",M at t h ewssh ou tedove rthe a larm bla ring th rough the  Si t e. B ra df ord nod ded, pullingou t her pist ol  as  theye n tered th e motor pool.

Aside fr o m the c ons tantalar m, silenc e h ung in  th e  air a s they  slow ly  sw e p t thr o u gh  th earea, hopi n g  th at th eBagMan had n't escaped. Matth e wsquickly check edto m a k esur e  t h e k ni f e w a s  still in its s heath, rem em b er ing its de s cri pt ion per fectly: 

Ite m  Descri ption: Acombat kn if e wi t h  aserrated b lade and  a wooden handl e .Whene ver  thiskn ife  is u sed wi t h t he in tentio nof har m the  k nife bla de will disappear throu gh unk nownmea ns. Thiseve n t i s un-obse rvab le and hap pen s i nstan tan e ously . Wh e nint his a noma l ous state an y p e r so n(s) "stabb e d "  wi th th e k n ife wi ll i nstantaneously an d  unavoidably w hisp e r  th e p h rase  " I'm dead" andlie  d o w n. After  a bout 4 minu tes thevi c tim w ill re awaken  unharm e d  w i th noreco lle ction ofthe  e v ent.

R ig ht as the y re ac hed th e exit chec k p oint
 bag.

Occasionally,_he would_shout at those in_his way_with_phrases such_as_"YOU'LL COWARDS DON'T_EVEN SMOKE CRACK!",_"YOUR RESISTANCE ONLY MAKES_ME HARDER!", and_"FREE_WILL IS A LIE BECAUSE NONE OF US CHOSE TO BE BORN!". Responses ranged_from_horrified screaming_to_futile_attempts to subdue him. He_didn't really pay much attention_to the_respondents, seeing as they all died in the_end.

Originally,_he had planned_to steal more from the Site, but things heated_up far too quickly for his_liking. After all,_even_crazy_people have a sense_of self-preservation. Still, he would make_sure that no one forget his_name: Bag Man!

The janitor he was explaining_all this to was, sadly, in_the process of dying from_a heart_attack, desperately trying to reach_for the aspirin_Bag Man_held in his_hand.

"Man, it feels GREAT to get_all that off_my chest! Thanks for listening, dude!"_He_tossed the bottle_next_to_the man's_head, and watched_him_swallow the_pills,_shooting him when he was finished.

"NOTHING_PERSONAL,_KID!"

Matthews and Bradford ran towards the motor_pool, following the carnage_left_in the wake of_Bag Man's insanity.

"When we catch_up to him, Bradford, I'll need_you to_distract him_so I can get up close and stab him!", Matthews shouted_over the alarm blaring through the_Site. Bradford nodded, pulling_out her_pistol_as they entered_the_motor pool.

Aside_from the constant alarm, silence hung in_the air_as they slowly swept through the_area, hoping that the_Bag_Man hadn't escaped. Matthews quickly checked_to make sure the knife was_still in its sheath, remembering_its_description_perfectly:

Item Description: A combat knife_with a serrated blade and a_wooden handle. Whenever_this knife is used with the intention_of_harm the knife blade will disappear_through_unknown means. This event is un-observable_and_happens_instantaneously. When in this anomalous_state any person(s) "stabbed" with the_knife will instantaneously and unavoidably whisper the phrase "I'm_dead" and lie_down. After about 4 minutes_the_victim_will reawaken unharmed with no recollection of the event.

Right as_they reached_the exit checkpoint