PEOPLE ARE STILL FOLLOWING THIS BLOG AND ASKING QUESTIONS OMFG
I’m sorry omfg I just kinda stopped posting here after I went back onto my other blog ohmygod I’m so sorry everyone were you all expecting more I’m sorry
Anonymous asked: basically.
So some of these people have been faking the entire time to be something else.
That’s good to know.
Tell me anon, how would you feel if I made you my next victim?
Anonymous asked: an rp blog is a "role playing" blog
I see. So people… Go around acting like things they’re not on here?
Anonymous asked: so, you're for real? like the real deal? you're not an rp blog?
What… Is a “rp blog”?
Of course I’m “for real”.
Anonymous asked: :C but I don't take pleasure from killing.
I understand you do not take pleasure from the actual act of murdering someone, but think about it; the hero slays the villain. You feel joy as the hero celebrates his victory. You are taking pleasure in the fact that the villain has just passed away, that another being has just lost his or her life. You celebrate with the hero that someone just became a lifeless husk of a body.
That is the same as me. As you enjoy the villain’s death, I enjoy my victim’s death.
Anonymous asked: but I don't play video games. :3
It could relate to anything really. Movies, books even. Haven’t you ever felt joy when you watched the “hero” kill the “villain”? It’s all the same. You are taking joy out of someone’s death, just like I do.
Anonymous asked: what's your reasoning for killing people usually? I mean, you can't be a cruel person, right? You seem like a nice dude.
It’s basically just a hobby of mine. Why, some of you have a hobby of killing others in your video games; you are taking the life of one who wishes to live and feeling pleasure when you watch them fall lifelessly to the ground. I’m simply doing that in reality. I feel the same pleasure that you do when you take the life of the being in front of you.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever lost one of your victims? Like, they got away before you could kill them?
It’s happened once or twice. Some of them just struggle too much and break free.
Anonymous asked: So whatever happened to that chick?
The one that I took this blog from? She’s long dead. I sent her into the forest for Slenderman to kill.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever met anyone more murderous than you?
In the asylum, everyone was just as murderous as me, probably even more.
That was the one nice experience out of the entire ordeal. I was finally surrounded by others that understood what it was to want to rip another human being to shreds just for the fun of it.