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Vacant Destruction

Bloody Nutters! How the hell could they of done that? What brought them to cause so much pain, inflicting the deepest wounds that no time could heal. No. These leeches, these parasites who stick and suck you dry until you die. Your soul becomes a shrivelled husk, a dangerous place, somewhere no emotion survives. The victim becomes merciless, no pain, no care. Cross their path and you can be cut down, chewed up and spat out in a rush of mindless madness. These sad spent forces are the sole requiste of a cycle of useless violence that resides itself in the subconcious and manifests itself when a child is born. The process starts when the indoctrination into the first nightmare begins.

School, the beginning of the end of sanity.


Reattachment to the real world here.


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