Yes, you figured me out. I most finally confess my guilt to the rest of the world... I've killed a few people. No body would care for them... they wouldn't be missed and I'm sure they'll re-spawn eventually. The first was a preacher across the road from my shit hole I call an apartment, right in front of an ATM. I just got sick of seeing him every day preaching and preaching. So one day I walked over the road, look around to see if there was any police, then I beat him with my quasi-krav maga skill I learned during the military. I beat him within an inch of his life to the point where he now just appeared green. He started crawling and begging but I didn't fall for it. I pulled a M16 out of my arse (don't ask, let's just say it takes a lot of lube) then shot both of his knee caps so he couldn't get up, then pulled out a shotgun after placing the M16 back up my arse (it takes practice) to blow him to smithereens. The cops clocked on to what I did with the shotgun blast and all so they chased me. I got a few blocks down the the road and they stopped chasing me... never bothered me again.
So there that's my confession. I did it, I'm sorry.