When I was a boy, my father worked at the DMV. Naturally, idolizing my father figure, I aspired to one day be as inspiring of a bureaucrat as he. At the ripe young age of 15, my father told me that he hated his job. Of course, I was confused. How could someone hate such a job ? It was perfect, you stood behind a desk, and you just filled paperwork in for other people, and relaxed all day. To this, my father said "You see, Bones my boy, it's not so much that I hate what I do at my job, it's what I do to other people. Every day people come in, hoping for a quick and easy way of updating their registries, or signing up for a permit test. And instead of easily going into my computer and doing these things, I hand them a stack of paperwork, and force them to sit down for over an hour, filling in unnecessary information purely for the sake of government sponsored bureaucracy. Doing this to people, crushing them with this paperwork is... it's wrong, it's killing me and it's killing our society. I don't know how mmuch longer I can do this..." Now, my father soon after developed a drinking habit, and eventually he ended up committing suicide, he didn't leave a note though, guess even the sight of paper was too much for him. As I continued through my life I couldn't help but me haunted by my father's words to me, paperwork was just so damn stupid... It was ridiculous, it made everyone's lives harder and it ruined people's lives. So when I saw the HoP standing there, gloating over forcing unecessary paperwork on the working man, I guess I snapped. I took my revolver, I broke into his office, and with a shaky hand I fired all seven rounds of the revolver into the HoP's chest. I guess... I guess I sort of felt like I wasn't just shooting him, but I was shooting the very concept of bureaucracy itself, I felt like I was getting back at the concept for the cruel fate my father endured. That's why I CAN'T apologize.... Because I truly believe in what I did.
