KILL FREAKS AND LOSETR DINOS
So I begin the second chapter of Matthew's life. I am far more intoxicated than the last entry, I honestly believe that I am more in tune with Matt's story. Let is begin, fuck all the nonsense. Time's a tickin', and the clocks a lickin'.
ENTER THE HORMFORM: MATT AND THE CURTSASIAN RESISTANCE....:
Resistance fought off, revolution ended, Matt had won the peoples hearts. His ways were unknown before his time but he had proven himself as a true revolutionary of the people.
His mission statement: Fuck them all. Fuck them all in their teeny tiny asses. Their teeny tiny asses that I rape. I rape their teeny tiny asses all night. All god damn night. I rape them so god damn hard they mean nothing. What exactly was I talking about? hrmmm..... who knows...? I don't anyway....
For all intents and purposes, Matt was president chancellor direct, leader of the people. They followed his every word. Little did they know he was involved in some very, very dark secrets. Some questioned how he maintained his youth throughout all the years. I alone have the answer. He in fact told me himself what the truth of the matter was and is. For years his youth maintainability has been dependent on the sacrifice of completely innocent youth. He started a small farm of young children who did his bidding, and once a month he would invite two of these children to his small basement known as the "redemption cellar". Once he had two small victims in his redemption cellar he would begin to devour them. WHOLE. This is how he maintained his master youth.
In time some figured out his secret, but Mattums had that noise straight muthafuckin silenced. Revolution came to an end. He was a figurehead of a peoples truth, their way of life. It was nice, but all good things come to an end. Eventually the people turned on him.
Master monster. He made himself a god, and the slaves tore him down. He captured himself in his own nest. Corruption, his sexual desires caught the best of him. He needed sexual enlightenment. Matt needed some escape, and he found it in his whores. Every other night he had a different street slut aiding him in his peaceful sleep. Also known as: he was fucking a different prostitute depending on each night you visited the apartment that ended up being a sort of brothel of a kind.
These whores ended up being his downfall. Once the voice of a nation, the wormtongue of an entire people! He was soon ousted, because of his sexual desires. His sexual nature. His sexual needs. The people could not have it. They soon turned on him.
MATTHEWS FIRST DEATH: FUCK!
Fed up with his shenanigans, some of the jealous aristocracy who were not satisfied with their own spouses who wanted more, but realized that Matt controlled all sex outside of relationships, plots to kill the demi-god became apparent. Matt's reign was soon to be over. These outside haters paid millions of rubel/rupee/oldeuros to the whores of the land to poison Matt, and they tried. Over 300 hookers Matt induced hard in his own personal style... Matt slept with them all, while all tried poison him. None can explain it but he was not a victim of their salacious scams of poisonous sexuality. It seemed he had been such a master of cock/pussy relations and all the negative sabotage that accompanied them that he could never be defeated in such a manner. He ate it all. Pusssmaster as he was, the hooker poison was not his downfall.
Another attempt on his life was made by David Lacroix, the dukearchminister of LafraonzeCroaim. He alone knew Matt's secret of live. He understood that Matt fed off of the souls of the innocent, and drained the life force of those who "felt truly alive". He lived to troll those who had the belief that they could live their own lives.
Soon he set up a trap. He understood the true satanism of Matt's existence. He set up a demonic ritual orgy and invited Matt, only Matt knew not it was a trap laid ensnared for his seuxualtropic existence. FUCKKKK. Matt accompanied the man to the mansion where said orgy was held and found only thirtyseven men armed with slowmoving revolvers from another land and another time. They all fired at once. Every shot hit Matt's heart. 37 bullets straight to his heart. His heart took it. He stood triumphant. No single mortal kill could conquer this unholy king. Not only did he absorb the bullets and all their pain, but he went on to murder, VERY SLOWLY, all who tried to cause his death.
Those few were not alone in trying to bring his downfall, again his life was tried. Another Man, in fact a saint, named St. Vocron, brought an underground holy inquisition against Matt. St. Vorcron formed a small resistance in the name of God, who nobody truly believes in (come one! LAWL) who wanted nothing but Matt's Death! They tried many times!
First Attempt:
Vorcron had his followers meet in a sewer where Matt preformed his necromancy. One night when Matt was resurrecting evil souls to do his bidding, Vorcron interfered. He brought seven-thousand men armed with slow-loading weapons and harm-guns. Matt did not falter in his ways. Once again he demonstrated his ultimate skill in survival. All bullets fired by all men could not conquer this master. He took them all by the neck and snapped them each in order. Only one man escpaed: Vorcrom!
Second Attempt
Vorcrom Learned his lesson. Never again would he present himself to Matt in person. He needed to be alive in order to continually rally troops against a real immortal under the guise of his falsely immortal king. For his second attempt, Vorcrom made himself into a giant Gorilla who commanded crazy backwards tribes in northern England. These patrons of the church of England were very stupid, this they couldn't accomplish their goals. Matt knew all who were coming. Strapped with bombs and cannon fuels, the would-be assassins tried to master Matt's life but they only succeeded in sealing their own mortality. I cannot say more. It was an even larger massacre than the first attempt on Matt's life.
3: THE FINAL ATTEMPT:
Matt was fed up, as we all would be at that point. He had lived through so many assassination attempts by Vorcron that he eventually came to the conclusion he needed to kill Vorcrom himself. THAT HE DID. He raided Vorcron's cathedral himself and in what could only be compared to a certain ballad of fallen angels, Matt murdered Vorcron. Thrown from the height of a tower, through a cathedral window, Vorcron was not saved. In fact he was killed when he hit the ground. Murder in it's loliest form.
Vorcron done, Matt safe, as we all knew he would be, Matt decided it would be best to go back into hiding. The year around this time was 1870. It was a time of strange loss. Humanity's truest leader gone. Matt had gone into hiding.
Matt, gone from the public eye, would never be gone. Though forgotten by the masses, he would mount the most important campaign of his life from the underground. This will be covered in the third chapter of Matt's life.
ENTER THE HORMFORM: MATT AND THE CURTSASIAN RESISTANCE....:
Resistance fought off, revolution ended, Matt had won the peoples hearts. His ways were unknown before his time but he had proven himself as a true revolutionary of the people.
His mission statement: Fuck them all. Fuck them all in their teeny tiny asses. Their teeny tiny asses that I rape. I rape their teeny tiny asses all night. All god damn night. I rape them so god damn hard they mean nothing. What exactly was I talking about? hrmmm..... who knows...? I don't anyway....
For all intents and purposes, Matt was president chancellor direct, leader of the people. They followed his every word. Little did they know he was involved in some very, very dark secrets. Some questioned how he maintained his youth throughout all the years. I alone have the answer. He in fact told me himself what the truth of the matter was and is. For years his youth maintainability has been dependent on the sacrifice of completely innocent youth. He started a small farm of young children who did his bidding, and once a month he would invite two of these children to his small basement known as the "redemption cellar". Once he had two small victims in his redemption cellar he would begin to devour them. WHOLE. This is how he maintained his master youth.
In time some figured out his secret, but Mattums had that noise straight muthafuckin silenced. Revolution came to an end. He was a figurehead of a peoples truth, their way of life. It was nice, but all good things come to an end. Eventually the people turned on him.
Master monster. He made himself a god, and the slaves tore him down. He captured himself in his own nest. Corruption, his sexual desires caught the best of him. He needed sexual enlightenment. Matt needed some escape, and he found it in his whores. Every other night he had a different street slut aiding him in his peaceful sleep. Also known as: he was fucking a different prostitute depending on each night you visited the apartment that ended up being a sort of brothel of a kind.
These whores ended up being his downfall. Once the voice of a nation, the wormtongue of an entire people! He was soon ousted, because of his sexual desires. His sexual nature. His sexual needs. The people could not have it. They soon turned on him.
MATTHEWS FIRST DEATH: FUCK!
Fed up with his shenanigans, some of the jealous aristocracy who were not satisfied with their own spouses who wanted more, but realized that Matt controlled all sex outside of relationships, plots to kill the demi-god became apparent. Matt's reign was soon to be over. These outside haters paid millions of rubel/rupee/oldeuros to the whores of the land to poison Matt, and they tried. Over 300 hookers Matt induced hard in his own personal style... Matt slept with them all, while all tried poison him. None can explain it but he was not a victim of their salacious scams of poisonous sexuality. It seemed he had been such a master of cock/pussy relations and all the negative sabotage that accompanied them that he could never be defeated in such a manner. He ate it all. Pusssmaster as he was, the hooker poison was not his downfall.
Another attempt on his life was made by David Lacroix, the dukearchminister of LafraonzeCroaim. He alone knew Matt's secret of live. He understood that Matt fed off of the souls of the innocent, and drained the life force of those who "felt truly alive". He lived to troll those who had the belief that they could live their own lives.
Soon he set up a trap. He understood the true satanism of Matt's existence. He set up a demonic ritual orgy and invited Matt, only Matt knew not it was a trap laid ensnared for his seuxualtropic existence. FUCKKKK. Matt accompanied the man to the mansion where said orgy was held and found only thirtyseven men armed with slowmoving revolvers from another land and another time. They all fired at once. Every shot hit Matt's heart. 37 bullets straight to his heart. His heart took it. He stood triumphant. No single mortal kill could conquer this unholy king. Not only did he absorb the bullets and all their pain, but he went on to murder, VERY SLOWLY, all who tried to cause his death.
Those few were not alone in trying to bring his downfall, again his life was tried. Another Man, in fact a saint, named St. Vocron, brought an underground holy inquisition against Matt. St. Vorcron formed a small resistance in the name of God, who nobody truly believes in (come one! LAWL) who wanted nothing but Matt's Death! They tried many times!
First Attempt:
Vorcron had his followers meet in a sewer where Matt preformed his necromancy. One night when Matt was resurrecting evil souls to do his bidding, Vorcron interfered. He brought seven-thousand men armed with slow-loading weapons and harm-guns. Matt did not falter in his ways. Once again he demonstrated his ultimate skill in survival. All bullets fired by all men could not conquer this master. He took them all by the neck and snapped them each in order. Only one man escpaed: Vorcrom!
Second Attempt
Vorcrom Learned his lesson. Never again would he present himself to Matt in person. He needed to be alive in order to continually rally troops against a real immortal under the guise of his falsely immortal king. For his second attempt, Vorcrom made himself into a giant Gorilla who commanded crazy backwards tribes in northern England. These patrons of the church of England were very stupid, this they couldn't accomplish their goals. Matt knew all who were coming. Strapped with bombs and cannon fuels, the would-be assassins tried to master Matt's life but they only succeeded in sealing their own mortality. I cannot say more. It was an even larger massacre than the first attempt on Matt's life.
3: THE FINAL ATTEMPT:
Matt was fed up, as we all would be at that point. He had lived through so many assassination attempts by Vorcron that he eventually came to the conclusion he needed to kill Vorcrom himself. THAT HE DID. He raided Vorcron's cathedral himself and in what could only be compared to a certain ballad of fallen angels, Matt murdered Vorcron. Thrown from the height of a tower, through a cathedral window, Vorcron was not saved. In fact he was killed when he hit the ground. Murder in it's loliest form.
Vorcron done, Matt safe, as we all knew he would be, Matt decided it would be best to go back into hiding. The year around this time was 1870. It was a time of strange loss. Humanity's truest leader gone. Matt had gone into hiding.
Matt, gone from the public eye, would never be gone. Though forgotten by the masses, he would mount the most important campaign of his life from the underground. This will be covered in the third chapter of Matt's life.