[ WP ] You are legally allowed to commit murder once , but you must fill out the proper paperwork and your proposed victim will be notified of your intentions

I know you got the letter, Kent. 
 
 It's called a `` *service of process*,'' apparently. A quick, simplified definition can be directly copy-pasted from Wikipedia's entry of service of process: `` *'Service of process' is the procedure by which a party to a lawsuit gives an appropriate notice of initial legal action to another party ( such as a defendant ), court, or administrative body in an effort to exercise jurisdiction over that person so as to enable that person to respond to the proceeding before the court, body, or other tribunal. *'' What that means is that you've formally been given legal notice of the court's decision about my intentions, and a formal warning of what my intentions mean to you. 
 
 I am not a bounty hunter, nor am I a vigilante in their eyes. I have no legal connection, besides the singular relationship I have with them under the legal immunity of that service of process, and any actions I partake in hereafter their decision was granted. It's simple. I went through a lengthy process of application, declaring intent, and providing furnishment of evidence of wrong-doing on your part. I showed them proof of how I had taken you to court on my twentieth birthday for the years of sexual abuse and harassment I've received from you throughout my life, and how you had gotten off on a technicality. I showed them further evidence of chat logs that were n't necessarily under your name, or capable of being traced to your IP address, and they saw that I had indeed suffered greatly as reinforced by the results of psychological testing. 
 
 They've made their decision, and they granted me the fine favor of settling this familiar dispute on my own terms, as long as the only ones involved in my actions were you and I, and that no one else were to be harmed, and no other crime committed besides the singular crime granted. What I'm saying in a very round-about way, `` *dear*'' Uncle Kent, is that for all the years of rape, and emotional abuse that you've inflicted upon me, and for all the times you've gaslighted me and made me out to be the `` girl who cried wolf'' to our family, I now have legal permission as instated by the Court to settle our dispute with violent intent and means, without interference or punishment. 
 
 I know by the time you've been served these papers, your mind will be racing with which step to take next. Will you stay at your home on 2489 South Winsborough Ave., clinging to your Remington 870 waiting to gun me down before I can pull my own trigger? or will you run? Auntie Claudia is gone, God watch over her, and the rest of the family has either moved far away, or turned their backs on you after all of your drug and financial fiascos, and some others have confided their initial skepticism of my abuse, but later admittance of belief in my story. No one will be there to stick up for you, or to house you. You're wifeless, family-less, and the closest thing you have to friends are the other assholes down at the pub. 
 
 Under the decree of the Court's decision, you have been notified of my intentions, and we are both now notified of our grant to take action to either take life or protect our own, and you have ten days to settle this dispute, or get far enough away to have your ass covered. 
 
 When I was eleven, and you twisted my wrist after ramming your drunkened arousal under my lily print skirt into me, and made me literally plead `` Uncle'' until you finished, you left nothing but a shell of a human, feeling no satisfaction in life except for the dream of being free from you. Now when I catch up to you, I will have the pleasure of shoving my pistol into your pouting mouth, making you plead `` *niece, *'' before I repaint over Aunt Claudia's bedsheets with a *lovely* red hue. 
 
 Goodbye for now, Uncle Kent. See you within the next ten days. Make it worth it, `` carpe diem.'' 
 
 *Sincerely, * 
 Your niece, Joselyn.
