I shoot marines.
In my sleeper-eyed sleeper cell sleepiness, I had forgot to pack more than two bullets for my bushmaster rifle, but this was all I needed. I took aim at a Navy Seal as he exited the ship and took up a position next to a motorcycle enthusiest and a native american. The Navy Seal then reached from his messanger bag to show the motorcylcle enthusiest his new, highly overpriced MAC laptop, when I fired one round. In an instant the bullet easily cut through the MAC's cheap and flimsy chasis, so lovingly made by heterosexual asians for 12 cents a year and hit the, weak, inferior battery, causing it to explode, killing the hell out of any bystanders, while the bullet passed through the seal's heart, making him dead.
In my excitment I fired off another round at the netcraft confirmed last known user of *BSD, who happened to be at the event for some reason. In the blink of an eye he deflected the bullet with an invincible Dell laptop that was simarily equipped to the MAC, yet signifigantly less costly, and infinitely less faggy.
I had failed it. My skill was not enough.