The following took place one and a half year ago:
There's a guy on my island who had a big dog - a rot wailer....and he often let him walk around freely with no leash.....one day that fu*kin dog bit my leg, don't know why, there was blood everywhere, I managed to hit him on the head and he backed down....
The local doctor, a neighbour of mine fixed my leg, I didn't say anything to the owner of the dog.....I borrowed a HS 2000 (a gun) from a close friend of mine.....and aftertomorrow I followed the dog when he went around by himself, waited until he went to an isolated place and shot him three times and killed him......Before the hit I didn't know if I could do it, but suprisingly when the moment came I didn't hesitate one second.
I didn't felt one bit of remorse then and I certanly don't now....and to tell you the truth I enjoyed every moment when I wasted that motherfuc*ing piece of sh*t......not to mention a huge mix of thrill, rush, adrenaline and satisfaction before and afterwards....
That's the most serious 'evil' thing I've done in my life,I know this ain't geeky, although it can qualify as an evil act, but believe me that dog deserved every bullet and more....