Our fucking head is throbbing, and all that noise isn't helping. We fucking hate kids. Strange, we know that we hate children, and The Eagles, fucking Don Henley, but we can't remember our name.
We should be worm food.
Yes, that stands out as well, not the how or why, but that we should be fucking dead. Maybe this is Hell.
Could be, could be. Never thought the afterlife would have television though. So what if this is Hell?
Then fucking game over. No more hunt, looming over the city, waiting for the prey to show itself then cutting through the night to snip their fucking strings.
Leaving behind a beautiful, broken marionette upon a stage of blood. but even if we are in The Pit it doesn't mean an end to our fun. Hell may hold the greatest quarry of all, can The Devil be killed?
Fuck, that's fucking brilliant, lets find out. First we need to get out of this fucking tin can.
Wait, wait, this isn't just some television show, that clown is talking to us!?!
We listen intently, a grin slowly spreading across our face. As the clown finishes, muscles straining against whatever is holding us down, we yell "YES, WE ARE READY!"
A scavenger hunt, this might be fun. Could that fucking clown be The Devil?
We better kill him just to make sure.
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!
Thursday, May 6, 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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HEH HEH, WE HATE THE EAGLES TOO!!
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