I would imagine it start with forgetting my medication. Then someone cutting me off in traffic, causing me to spill my coffee. Then, i would get to work and my tools will have been stolen again. My boss would get mad at me, and i would probably reach for my tobacco and realize I forgot it. And then I would get to it, only to have to stop every few minutes to let subtrades into rooms. Then i would somehow knock over someones piss cup, and my boss would say to suck it up and not let me go change. Then I would have to work with my shitty angry coworker. I would piss him off because of my pisscup smell, and his short fuse. But because of my lack of smokes and coffee, i would snap back. He would try get in my face, or a 4'7 guys attempt to get in my face. I would push back. He would try strike me. I would snap, strike him back. Someone would try stop me, i would throw them away. By then, my adrenaline, stress and rage would cause me to have a manic break and I would wake up incarcerated, full of blood. I'd see in the news that 10 were murdered on site by a crazy guy with a sledge hammer.

When questioned, I would tell them I did it. I wouldn't let them blame my mental state, but I wouldn't show remorse. The blood was due to be shed, and the death of these men is nothing but a positive for both society and the earth itself. They were gross, perverted bigotted men, who all hate themselves so much they cannot be sober even during the work day.

I would plead guilty. But i guess i live in Canada, so there is no death sentence, just life sentences. So i imagine I'd have to kill immates without abandon. It would happen a few times, until they put me in solitary for life, in which I would have to somehow murder a gaurd or two until finally they decided I was too much.