Twisted Metal Black: The Clown Outside the Tournament
God Damnit! How could I possibly be out of cigarettes already? I just bought the damn thing. This stress has really gotten to me today. I'm not sure if a pack of cigarettes can calm me down enough. I may need something stronger. Something that gives me a rush, or get my adrenaline going. Blood. The taste, the texture, there's nothing like it. When it is just smeared all over your hands it just sends chills up my spine. I love that feeling so much. It makes me feel somewhat warm in my body. Ok that it! I have to find someone, or something that is willing to die. Well maybe not willing because they have no choice.
I love this truck. It is just so damn comfortable. I think the presence of bloody meat cleavers just makes me really happy. When does this road ever fucking end! I'm sick and tired of these stupid goddamn white lines. First person I see is going to die, I swear on Satan that they are going to die, and its not going to be pretty if you catch my drift. YES! Finally someone! Hmmmmmmmm, which ice cream musical selection should I use to attract this victim. RING AROUND THE ROSIE! Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they fall down! Poor little baby is only 8 and she has to die. Too bad. Fate I guess. "Hello my girl what kind ice-cream would you like?" "You know what why don't you just come in and take a look around."
Sweet Tooth shut the door immediately. "Do you like this knife?" He asked her. "Well you better because its gonna be jammed inside your chest in a second!" He embraced the little girl and caressed her hair while stuffing it in his face to smell it. He took the knife and rang it across her neck gently. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. "No screaming in this ice cream truck little girl!" He yelled. Then he stabbed her in the neck to end her screaming. As she fell to the floor blood was splattered all over the truck. It decorated the walls and his face. "I'll save you for later!" He carefully placed her on a meat hook and started the truck up. "NEXT!"
God Damnit! How could I possibly be out of cigarettes already? I just bought the damn thing. This stress has really gotten to me today. I'm not sure if a pack of cigarettes can calm me down enough. I may need something stronger. Something that gives me a rush, or get my adrenaline going. Blood. The taste, the texture, there's nothing like it. When it is just smeared all over your hands it just sends chills up my spine. I love that feeling so much. It makes me feel somewhat warm in my body. Ok that it! I have to find someone, or something that is willing to die. Well maybe not willing because they have no choice.
I love this truck. It is just so damn comfortable. I think the presence of bloody meat cleavers just makes me really happy. When does this road ever fucking end! I'm sick and tired of these stupid goddamn white lines. First person I see is going to die, I swear on Satan that they are going to die, and its not going to be pretty if you catch my drift. YES! Finally someone! Hmmmmmmmm, which ice cream musical selection should I use to attract this victim. RING AROUND THE ROSIE! Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they fall down! Poor little baby is only 8 and she has to die. Too bad. Fate I guess. "Hello my girl what kind ice-cream would you like?" "You know what why don't you just come in and take a look around."
Sweet Tooth shut the door immediately. "Do you like this knife?" He asked her. "Well you better because its gonna be jammed inside your chest in a second!" He embraced the little girl and caressed her hair while stuffing it in his face to smell it. He took the knife and rang it across her neck gently. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. "No screaming in this ice cream truck little girl!" He yelled. Then he stabbed her in the neck to end her screaming. As she fell to the floor blood was splattered all over the truck. It decorated the walls and his face. "I'll save you for later!" He carefully placed her on a meat hook and started the truck up. "NEXT!"