We used to be enemies, but that is water under the bridge. When someone stop bothering me, I'll eventually cease the enemyship and return to normal. But that's not same as good friends. Actually I have no good friends.
Her name sounds familiar but I didn't know anything about her, so I just listened to 3 songs on youtube. She's pretty and I like her voice, but I don't like her music.
I "exploded" a few times in my sitting room while watching the carnage on TV. Not long after, I slipped in my explosions and fell, now I'm at hospital in the same room as some massacre survivors. Life is ironic, isn't it?
The suspect is apparently a religious nut - a Christian.
They'll probably find lot's of bibles under his bed instead of "bad games". It'll turn out just fine, the gaming society won't take a hit, the Church will.