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 I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more.  Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair.  While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death.  Art is meant to be shared though…
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	Thump Thump. That noise. Always that noise. Thump Thump. For eternity, nothing. but. that. NOISE! Thump Thump. I gaze at my ears in despair. They lay torn and bloody in my lap. Thump Thump. My eyes turn to the knife next to me. I had wondered why he gave it to me. Thump Thump. Now I know. It’s the only way to stop the noise…. Thump Thu-

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	I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more. Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair. While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death. Art is meant to be shared though…		I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more. Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair. While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death. Art is meant to be shared though…

	~~== Heartbeat ==~~

	Thump Thump. That noise. Always that noise. Thump Thump. For eternity, nothing. but. that. NOISE! Thump Thump. I gaze at my ears in despair. They lay torn and bloody in my lap. Thump Thump. My eyes turn to the knife next to me. I had wondered why he gave it to me. Thump Thump. Now I know. It’s the only way to stop the noise…. Thump Thu-		Thump Thump. That noise. Always that noise. Thump Thump. For eternity, nothing. but. that. NOISE! Thump Thump. I gaze at my ears in despair. They lay torn and bloody in my lap. Thump Thump. My eyes turn to the knife next to me. I had wondered why he gave it to me. Thump Thump. Now I know. It’s the only way to stop the noise…. Thump Thu-

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	He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.		He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.

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	He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.		He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.

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	He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.		He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.

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	== A Taste of Insanity ==		== A Taste of Insanity ==
	I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more. Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair. While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death. Art is meant to be shared though…		I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more. Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair. While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death. Art is meant to be shared though…

Doomreaver at 05:17, 27 February 2014

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		== A Taste of Insanity ==
		I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more. Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair. While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death. Art is meant to be shared though…

		== Heartbeat ==

		Thump Thump. That noise. Always that noise. Thump Thump. For eternity, nothing. but. that. NOISE! Thump Thump. I gaze at my ears in despair. They lay torn and bloody in my lap. Thump Thump. My eyes turn to the knife next to me. I had wondered why he gave it to me. Thump Thump. Now I know. It’s the only way to stop the noise…. Thump Thu-

		== Apples ==

		As I lay bleeding, I wondered why I did it. In five minutes I was free, or so he claimed. Yet, I did it anyway. The smell did it I think. Just as he intended. The smell of apples. To my equine nose it was maddening. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there, and the trap surrounding them. Shame trying for them got me killed.

		== Crawling ==

		It isn’t real. I know it isn’t real. He even told me it isn’t real. I try to ignore it, ignore the feeling of something skittering across every inch of my skin. Eventually it’s too much though. I claw at my skin and the pain drowns the feeling, so I claw and I claw and as the lights begin to fade I think “At least I let the spiders out…”

		== Choices ==

		He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.

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	~~== A Taste of Insanity ==~~
	I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more. Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair. While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death. Art is meant to be shared though…

	~~== Heartbeat ==~~

	Thump Thump. That noise. Always that noise. Thump Thump. For eternity, nothing. but. that. NOISE! Thump Thump. I gaze at my ears in despair. They lay torn and bloody in my lap. Thump Thump. My eyes turn to the knife next to me. I had wondered why he gave it to me. Thump Thump. Now I know. It’s the only way to stop the noise…. Thump Thu-

	~~== Apples ==~~

	As I lay bleeding, I wondered why I did it. In five minutes I was free, or so he claimed. Yet, I did it anyway. The smell did it I think. Just as he intended. The smell of apples. To my equine nose it was maddening. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there, and the trap surrounding them. Shame trying for them got me killed.

	~~== Crawling ==~~

	It isn’t real. I know it isn’t real. He even told me it isn’t real. I try to ignore it, ignore the feeling of something skittering across every inch of my skin. Eventually it’s too much though. I claw at my skin and the pain drowns the feeling, so I claw and I claw and as the lights begin to fade I think “At least I let the spiders out…”

	~~== Choices ==~~

	He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.

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== A Taste of Insanity ==
I have always enjoyed murder, but since the Change it has become so much more. Now I can taste my victims fear in the air, their agony, their despair. While before I was content with simple murder, now I create a dark Art of death. Art is meant to be shared though…

== Heartbeat ==

Thump Thump. That noise. Always that noise. Thump Thump. For eternity, nothing. but. that. NOISE! Thump Thump. I gaze at my ears in despair. They lay torn and bloody in my lap. Thump Thump. My eyes turn to the knife next to me. I had wondered why he gave it to me. Thump Thump. Now I know. It’s the only way to stop the noise…. Thump Thu-

== Apples ==

As I lay bleeding, I wondered why I did it. In five minutes I was free, or so he claimed. Yet, I did it anyway. The smell did it I think. Just as he intended. The smell of apples. To my equine nose it was maddening. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there, and the trap surrounding them. Shame trying for them got me killed.

== Crawling ==

It isn’t real. I know it isn’t real. He even told me it isn’t real. I try to ignore it, ignore the feeling of something skittering across every inch of my skin. Eventually it’s too much though. I claw at my skin and the pain drowns the feeling, so I claw and I claw and as the lights begin to fade I think “At least I let the spiders out…”

== Choices ==

He made me watch. He made me watch as he drove three people into insanity and death. And then… he let me go. So now I sit here and wonder, did he let me go to remember his sick “Art” for the rest of my life, or did he want to drive me to suicide like the others? I rest the cold barrel of the gun against my temple and for what seems like an eternity I am frozen by indecision. Then I choose.