Post by Eno Redrum on Mar 20, 2010 23:56:00 GMT -5
I know what you are thinking. You're thinking, "Dragzilla where have you been and why have you left us in suspense over the story you have been telling us?"
Well fear not my little bitches, I am back to pick it up where I last left off and then touch base on that nasty little wanker known as Mr. Damian Mornignstar.
So, where were we? Oh yes, I remember now. I was telling you about that little stuck up bitch I had abdicted.
But first, let me tell you about the "test subject." The girl I abducted before this one. the one I used to perfect my skills.
Okay, so it's five years ago and I'm out walking. It's hot. Summer, I think and really humid. The mosquitoes are buzzing around my head, starting to get on my nerves, and I come across this ugly, old field. Probably more than a few snakes and wild hogs hiding in the tall grass, but I've never been one who is afriad of wild animals. In fact, i think they are pretty awesome, and I've found that if you respect their space, they'll usually respect yours. Even so, I'm careful when I come here. I have a trail pretty well etched out, and I try to keep to it, especially at night. Of course, I have a gun, and a couple of sharp knives, should anything unexpected happen.
You always have to guard against the unexpected.
Somebody should have told that to this girl.
The main part of the house isn't much, a couple of small rooms, empty of course. I had to supply the cot, which was kind of tricky, although I won't get into any of those details now. Suffice to say, I managed it all by myself, which is the way I usually do things. There's a tiny kitchen, but the appliances have been ripped out, and there's no running water in the taps. The same is true of the bathroom and its filthy toilet, its once white seat cracked right down the middle. Wouldn't want to sit on that thing, that's for sure.
I thoughtfully provided the girl with a plastic bucket, should she need to relieve herself. It sits in a corner to the left of the door. She kicked it earlier, when she was flailing around, so right now it's lying on its side, at the other end of the room. Maybe she doesn't realize yet what it's for.
Back to the very first girl however. Sorry I get off subject from time to time. She chose to ignore the bucket all together. She simply lifted up her skirt and squatted right there on the floor. Not that she had to hike her skirt up very far. it was so ridiculously short, it could have passed for a belt, which I guess was the look she was going for, strickly "Hooker City" if you know what I mean.
Of course, she wasn't wearing any panties, which was pretty disgusting. Some might say she was no better than an animal, although not me. No way I'd say that. Why? Because it disrespects animals.
To say that girl was a pig is to slander the pig. Which, of course, is why I chose her. I knew no one would miss her. I knew no one would mourn her. I knew no one would come looking for her.
She was only eighteen, but already she had that knowing look in her eyes that made her seem much older. Her lips had frozen into a cynical pout, more sneer than smile, even when she was laughing, and the veins on the sides of her skinny arms were bruised with the piercing of old needles. Her hair was a frizzy cliche' of platinum curls and black roots, and when she opened her mouth to speak, you could almost taste the cigarettes on her breath.
Her name was Candy, at least that is what she called herself, and she even had a bracelet with candies for charm. She was to be my "test case."
I'm the type of person who doesn't like doing anything halfway, it has to be perfect, and once I knew what I had to do, I realized I'd have to plan everything carefully. unlike so many people you read about, I have no desire to get caught.
Once this little project is over, I plan to retire and live peacefully, if not always happily, ever after. So, it was important that I get things right.
Hence the reason for Candy.
And hecne the reason for you Mr. Morningstar.
I know they will no mourn or miss you as well Damian. My little disgusting whore of a person.
Less than a pig, but a good scarifice none the less.
See you talk about the dark side as if you know what it is, yet the closest thing you can relate it to is the comic books you read to fill the void in your lonely life.
Or perhaps the collection of Star Wars movies you own and watch ona regular basis and then reenact with the "action figures."
Yes Damian I said action figures. I know how much you nerdy little geeks hate to have them called dolls.
But you latest endevour into trying to "express" your dark side has lead you to bite off more than you can chew. it has lead you into a collision course with yours truly, the true Hardcore Diva of Wrestling.
DRRRAAAGGGZZZIIILLLAAA!!!!!!!
And I can assure you, it will not be me that bows in the end, it shall be you.
You shall fall upon bended knee and kiss my high heel pumps and beg for mercy from me. You will show the world what your true form is. Not that facade of this dark sinister person you portray, but that of some nerd that has spent too many hours playing Everquest late into the evening and who now suffers from a pale blue sunburn from your computer screen.
Let me clear the air for you my dear. It doesn't matter if you are level 57 High Elf Sourcerer because none of that crap can save you when we meet in the ring.
So interrupt the TWD broadcasts with your little "jeepers creepers" promos and convert the idiots in the TWD that no one cares about anymore. In the end, you will still be the same scared little boy that spent countless days going hungry because he got the shit kicked out of him in the school yard by bullies for his lunch money, when I am done with you.
Kiss, kiss my soon to be little bitch!
Well fear not my little bitches, I am back to pick it up where I last left off and then touch base on that nasty little wanker known as Mr. Damian Mornignstar.
So, where were we? Oh yes, I remember now. I was telling you about that little stuck up bitch I had abdicted.
But first, let me tell you about the "test subject." The girl I abducted before this one. the one I used to perfect my skills.
Okay, so it's five years ago and I'm out walking. It's hot. Summer, I think and really humid. The mosquitoes are buzzing around my head, starting to get on my nerves, and I come across this ugly, old field. Probably more than a few snakes and wild hogs hiding in the tall grass, but I've never been one who is afriad of wild animals. In fact, i think they are pretty awesome, and I've found that if you respect their space, they'll usually respect yours. Even so, I'm careful when I come here. I have a trail pretty well etched out, and I try to keep to it, especially at night. Of course, I have a gun, and a couple of sharp knives, should anything unexpected happen.
You always have to guard against the unexpected.
Somebody should have told that to this girl.
The main part of the house isn't much, a couple of small rooms, empty of course. I had to supply the cot, which was kind of tricky, although I won't get into any of those details now. Suffice to say, I managed it all by myself, which is the way I usually do things. There's a tiny kitchen, but the appliances have been ripped out, and there's no running water in the taps. The same is true of the bathroom and its filthy toilet, its once white seat cracked right down the middle. Wouldn't want to sit on that thing, that's for sure.
I thoughtfully provided the girl with a plastic bucket, should she need to relieve herself. It sits in a corner to the left of the door. She kicked it earlier, when she was flailing around, so right now it's lying on its side, at the other end of the room. Maybe she doesn't realize yet what it's for.
Back to the very first girl however. Sorry I get off subject from time to time. She chose to ignore the bucket all together. She simply lifted up her skirt and squatted right there on the floor. Not that she had to hike her skirt up very far. it was so ridiculously short, it could have passed for a belt, which I guess was the look she was going for, strickly "Hooker City" if you know what I mean.
Of course, she wasn't wearing any panties, which was pretty disgusting. Some might say she was no better than an animal, although not me. No way I'd say that. Why? Because it disrespects animals.
To say that girl was a pig is to slander the pig. Which, of course, is why I chose her. I knew no one would miss her. I knew no one would mourn her. I knew no one would come looking for her.
She was only eighteen, but already she had that knowing look in her eyes that made her seem much older. Her lips had frozen into a cynical pout, more sneer than smile, even when she was laughing, and the veins on the sides of her skinny arms were bruised with the piercing of old needles. Her hair was a frizzy cliche' of platinum curls and black roots, and when she opened her mouth to speak, you could almost taste the cigarettes on her breath.
Her name was Candy, at least that is what she called herself, and she even had a bracelet with candies for charm. She was to be my "test case."
I'm the type of person who doesn't like doing anything halfway, it has to be perfect, and once I knew what I had to do, I realized I'd have to plan everything carefully. unlike so many people you read about, I have no desire to get caught.
Once this little project is over, I plan to retire and live peacefully, if not always happily, ever after. So, it was important that I get things right.
Hence the reason for Candy.
And hecne the reason for you Mr. Morningstar.
I know they will no mourn or miss you as well Damian. My little disgusting whore of a person.
Less than a pig, but a good scarifice none the less.
See you talk about the dark side as if you know what it is, yet the closest thing you can relate it to is the comic books you read to fill the void in your lonely life.
Or perhaps the collection of Star Wars movies you own and watch ona regular basis and then reenact with the "action figures."
Yes Damian I said action figures. I know how much you nerdy little geeks hate to have them called dolls.
But you latest endevour into trying to "express" your dark side has lead you to bite off more than you can chew. it has lead you into a collision course with yours truly, the true Hardcore Diva of Wrestling.
DRRRAAAGGGZZZIIILLLAAA!!!!!!!
And I can assure you, it will not be me that bows in the end, it shall be you.
You shall fall upon bended knee and kiss my high heel pumps and beg for mercy from me. You will show the world what your true form is. Not that facade of this dark sinister person you portray, but that of some nerd that has spent too many hours playing Everquest late into the evening and who now suffers from a pale blue sunburn from your computer screen.
Let me clear the air for you my dear. It doesn't matter if you are level 57 High Elf Sourcerer because none of that crap can save you when we meet in the ring.
So interrupt the TWD broadcasts with your little "jeepers creepers" promos and convert the idiots in the TWD that no one cares about anymore. In the end, you will still be the same scared little boy that spent countless days going hungry because he got the shit kicked out of him in the school yard by bullies for his lunch money, when I am done with you.
Kiss, kiss my soon to be little bitch!
