Always the same dream.
Some call it judgment day, Day of one billion souls. Ragnarok.
I stand over my vanquished enemies. Slain. Dismembered. Heads arranged neatly in preparation for the sacrifice to Odin. And I see him smiling down at me. Chuckling in that diabolically heinous way. Was this really a dream. No. The prophecy.
They say the Gods of Destruction will send their heroes in many forms.
The fat man at the mall. The little girl in the park. My father.
They say it is the duty of the Jotunn to desecrate these bastards in the name of Loki.
This weakens the power of the gods so that we may finally persevere with our war.
They say I'm insane. This is all some kind of schizophrenic delusion created in my subconscious to give me a legitimate reason to kill innocents.
But he has made me realize the truth.
This is my last objective.
This is what I must do.
That laugh. That fucking laugh.
He won't be laughing when my hands rip his head from his spine and carve up his skull for one last offering.
These restraints will not hold me long.
Odin's assassin has called me out.
This will be my finest hour.
But why the fuck did he have to send a clown.
Creepy fuckers those clowns are.
HEY KIDS! DO YOU LIKE HARROWING TALES OF EXCITEMENT AND DANGER?! IF NARROW ESCAPES, TWISTED HALLS, STABS IN THE BACK, AND SHOTS IN THE DARK ARE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD TIME THEN YOU HAVE TUNED INTO RIGHT PLACE!! WELCOME, ONE AND ALL, TO PSYCHO BILLY'S HOUSE OF SLAUGHTER! THE PLACE WHERE FIVE CONTESTANTS ARE PUT TO THE TEST IN A SCAVENGER HUNT, TO THE DEATH!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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"So if you see the Vulture coming, he's flying circles in your mind, remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind. Only promised me a battle, battle for your soul and mine." Gil Scott-Heron - The Vulture
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