Since Hunters have plenty of alone time. I am Hunter. My mantra: Inhale. Hold. Squeeze. Pink mist. All I need is a new frontier or a desolate plain/ And watch my ferocious ways be exposed as explosive rage/ Hidden under cloak and cowl with pride/ With this Gunslinger and sniper rifle , what do I have to hide/ I'm conducting symphonies of Fallen casualties casually/ I'll orchestrate this masterpiece into their catastrophe/ Alone I proceed into alien property / Prismatic images propel and possibly/ Provide paints and pastels for Picasso's philosophies/ ... I digress because prior to this point I was still an anomaly. Back to work. Enemies still exist/ Inhale. Hold. Squeeze. Pink mist