I was totally not causing trouble. I sang some Christmas carols over the network close to Christmas and pissed off this guy I sorta knew. Or another version of him I guess.

He really didn't like me saying I was who I am, wasn't the guy he knew. Sooo uh. When he saw me out and about he came after me and killed me. For being me. [Peter sounds fairly shrug worthy about it now, but man that had been some serious shit before. Not much he can do about then or now.]