Beat the game on Monsoon difficulty

I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm

STATUS:::
>[TACTICAL GOONING]: DEPLOYED
>[HACKS]: TOGGLED
>[SKILLS]: GOATED
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bawling grape 7: lord of twofort and the mystic game of marbles

This guy uses big picture mode

The genius in tool's lyricism lies in the vague symbolism which allows us to use it as a "tool" to decoding our own life. as we analyze the lyrics we deduce universal truths from our own system of ethics.