Gangs gangs gangs

There's nothing you can do that I haven't already done to myself.


I told em and they did not listen. No no no they did not listen at all.
Gangs on the street in this small city. They don't seem to take kindly to a man dressed as a skeleton. The dominate sack of meat taunted me, mocked me. He couldn't see the smile, not with the skeleton skull hood. Approaching me isn't the smartest thing to do, y'know. No no no, I approach YOU. The only time you ever approach me is on your hands and knees, begging as you crawl. He needed to learn that. Him and those followers of his. Stepped too close, stabbed him between the ribs which enough force to knock him to the side.
Fallen leader inspires fear in the subordinates, hint hint. Tasty to watch em realize they have no guidance. Such fleeting loyalties, out of seven only two attacked. Graves exited the shadows and gave one of em boys a good whack to the face with her shovel. Stopped the rest of em from running off as we blocked their directions. Didn't help the boyos either when she decapitated the fellow that was on his back like a cheap whore.


You should of seen those expressions. Ripe with fear and confusion. Slit the slut's throats, y'know those girls that whore themselves to the group? Yeah they had a mediocre one, probably riddled with STDs. Had no use for the other fellow's brain so my knife sunk in there. Dropped like a fly. Pulled out another knife. Graves handled subduing the other sacks of meat while I pulled the leader to his feet.
Coughing and wheezing and bleeding all over the place. He spat all the things he'd do to me. Or wished to do to me, I would of considered him retarded had he believed he'd accomplished anything. I dragged the guy to his feet, telling him how a leader should die standing tall. I ordered him to stand tall, every time he tried he crippled over in pain from being stabbed before. I demanded he stand straight. He tried and he tried... So I stabbed him for every half assed standing tall pose he got. I stabbed him until he was on his knees where I wanted him all along.
More coughing and wheezing and by now he was bleeding even more. Pretty sight. He whimpered between the insults he tried to produce. No no no. He was supposed to lose that liveliness. I slapped him and his fear spiked anger like a dog backed into a corner.
There's nothing you can do that I haven't already done to myself.
There's nothing you can do that I haven't already done to myself.
There's nothing you can do that I haven't already done to myself.
What do you think you can do to me, little man? :)
I got him in a headlock then, ya see. Held his jaw open as I cut out his pesky tongue.




Left the disease ridden whore splayed out all pretty with four of the gangs members around her. Could of been an artist I think~
Graves and I dragged two of the bodies back with us to our cozy graveyard house. Was a lively night even if a bit too easy.
Two more bodies harvested. :)




~Gallows