[posted as an anonymous screen name]
The whole city is up in arms about the one little kitten who got killed by curiosity. Do any of you have any idea how many people die in this city each day? The numbers are never correct, because the mafia knows how to dispose of the bodies. They know every good dumpster in town, every sewer system that isn't frequently checked, and everyone takes a Mafia 101 class on how to make a good pair of concrete shoes. I've murdered hundreds of people, slaughtered them slowly, cut them apart into pieces while they were still alive and screaming for me to stop. And I've showed no mercy. I've watched them bleed out all the while laughing at the poor sap who got tricked by a pretty face. But who is the one who gets all the attention? The arrogant sap who decides to display a video of it to the world. His record is still in the single digits while mine is in three. I am not impressed. I expected better. Not enough chaos. But... you've disturbed that lingering fear when the sheep are slowly picked off their pasture by the big bad wolf... because the sheep can see the wolf and there's no escape.
Come out, come out wherever you are, clown man, because one of us need... to...
DIE!
It'll be a fun game. Killer versus killer. Double the murders, double the chaos, until one of us dies and the other comes out supreme. The one still living will hold the power of fear. Who will it be? It doesn't matter to me... because in the end... it all means nothing...
Come out, come out wherever you are, clown man, because one of us need... to...
DIE!
It'll be a fun game. Killer versus killer. Double the murders, double the chaos, until one of us dies and the other comes out supreme. The one still living will hold the power of fear. Who will it be? It doesn't matter to me... because in the end... it all means nothing...