Ciaran Utting Writes: I don't have any real friends. You know, one's you can trust. I'm kind of angry at the world, but can't assign blame to anyone in particular. Maybe some corporations or something, like McDonald's. Except I do like cheeseburgers. Still, I have to express my rage somehow, and I better go down in history for it. Rather than talk to my loving parents, or seek professional help, I'm taking the easy way out, and I'm taking innocent people with me. I plan to commit mass murder. I'm also a 'gamer'.