Onward to Murder & Mayhem!
Just when I managed to teach my army of undead dolphins how to do the electric slide, my rotting carcass gets snagged on something and pretty soon I get fished up by a child with white fluffy hair. While I was deciding on whether or not to melt his face off with fire or chip it off with ice, I had a sudden change of impulse. It was a stimulating exchange of verbal dialogue which ultimately weighted my decision to curb my enthusiasm for carnage for the time being. I believe a mutual understanding of personal goals has been established and besides…they had a catchy name: Sweet Death Crew!
I feel that my personal mantra thrives well with this particular group by name alone.
Apparently we were at a “party” and it’s bad manners to kill everyone attending. Psh! I’ve been whittling time away by culling the wildlife and sea creatures. Out of boredom I turned a monkey into my zombie minion and named him KCAJ. Unfortunately I am unable to find him at this time; although I’m sure he’s around here somewhere stealing valuables or underwear. Kcaj’s tastes are pretty diverse.
Lately that kid, Killua, has been asking around for this thing called a ‘Mello’. Dunno what that is, but the more he describes it to me, the more I faintly recall someone of that description during my earlier moments on this boat. I think I had a random spasm and turned him into a frozen statue of ice. I figured this wouldn’t do well on my agreement with the white-haired one, and pushed the Mello into the ocean to see if he would thaw. From that point onward the details of where the giant ice cube drifted off to are a bit fuzzy to me. We were still anchored at the time, so he couldn’t have gone far.
But now we are sailing onward to another island so that we may sow our seeds of corruption and mayhem unto the masses! Ah, I look forward to it! Torching seagulls is only satisfying for so long before the need to sear the eyes out of the sockets of an innocent villagers pulses incandescently through my rotted veins!
I feel that my personal mantra thrives well with this particular group by name alone.
Apparently we were at a “party” and it’s bad manners to kill everyone attending. Psh! I’ve been whittling time away by culling the wildlife and sea creatures. Out of boredom I turned a monkey into my zombie minion and named him KCAJ. Unfortunately I am unable to find him at this time; although I’m sure he’s around here somewhere stealing valuables or underwear. Kcaj’s tastes are pretty diverse.
Lately that kid, Killua, has been asking around for this thing called a ‘Mello’. Dunno what that is, but the more he describes it to me, the more I faintly recall someone of that description during my earlier moments on this boat. I think I had a random spasm and turned him into a frozen statue of ice. I figured this wouldn’t do well on my agreement with the white-haired one, and pushed the Mello into the ocean to see if he would thaw. From that point onward the details of where the giant ice cube drifted off to are a bit fuzzy to me. We were still anchored at the time, so he couldn’t have gone far.
But now we are sailing onward to another island so that we may sow our seeds of corruption and mayhem unto the masses! Ah, I look forward to it! Torching seagulls is only satisfying for so long before the need to sear the eyes out of the sockets of an innocent villagers pulses incandescently through my rotted veins!