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The killer awoke drenched in his sweat. In the midnight summer heat, he peers out his dusty window. Outside he sees the streets of a dank, darkdale alley. In a rush, with no direct cause, he jumps down two stories as if an unmasked force of energy had overtaken his soul. He looks around, digs deep into his pockets and finds his 'shrooms. He downs 3 grams and looks into the dead of the nights. All of a sudden his life becomes fantasy and all reality losses its realms. "Dreariness and pain, no more do I want... dreariness and pain, no more do I want... dreariness and pain no more do I want... We feast on flesh for it is where we dwell...". Whispered chants haunt the killer's ears as he turns at the corner of Queen Street West. He pulls out his nine, and shoots with no aim. Pictures of tainted blood cross his eyes, and within seconds 3 assholes are dead... The killer runs down another alley, turns the corner, hops a fence and runs to a club. It is called DARKENED. The killer walks in without paying. Flashes of instant death and famine cross his eyes. Pictures of skinny, boney, disease infected children stare at him. Hundreds of them with their eyes locked dead. The killer screams and in an instant he runs to the restroom. He pulls out his little book and begins to write, like he always does. He writes passionately, but within minutes letters start falling off the page and he killer seems to write all strange and drops

the pen cap and stoPs FoR A sHort Moment... ..let me think.. MoMENts later he starts to seE A WHite liGHt -- he reaLizes heE iSs dyiNG and DroPS

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