Just you and a silenced-sniper rifle on the tower. You're tracking the magical fag festers. You hate the legions of Satan, like these low lives wondering around like occult whores and bitches. Indeed, there is one of them now: Chris Titan! He's rocking his full regalia for the event: which is to say, he is wearing only a top-hat and apron.
Titan has stopped by the cotton candy cart, and is having a big stick of it spun up for him by a wicked looking clown, who is, in fact, one of your Christian helpers in disguise. Gleeful giggles. What Chris does not know is that the candy also has a deadly poison in it, and if the candy don't kill him, you surely will.
You keep the scope on Titan as he walks around the circus scene, blood lust rising in you, hoping to shoot when when he is not within sight of anyone. You have six people working the fair ground to wisk away any bodies that fall, so the mess should not be a problem, just so long as no one is around... like... right... Now!
The sniper rifle only produces a dull wug sound as the bullet blasts out. Titan's cotton candy splatters against a tent wall. He looks at it, confused. Not quite knowing what just happened.
You quickly draw the heavy bolt back for another go...