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My tissue continues to fall off the bone and yet two nights ago I went out on the town. Unfortunately it wasn't a leisurely stroll. I currently read in the local obituaries the names of poor William's parents. They had been murdered. I became furious. I grabbed up a crowbar and stormed out on the street in a makeshift cloak. To my surprise it was much easier to find their murderer than I had expected. He was in a local bar rambling on about his fantastic new watch(the very same timepiece williams father failed to remove even during slumber). I awaited patiently for him to stumble his way out of the pub and down the alleyway behind it. I crept into a dark corner feverishly awaiting his arrival. He stopped and glanced towards my direction for a slight moment as if he had seen my hole ridden face in the void, then turned and began to urinate on the side of the small apartment buildings in behind the pub. I leaped from the darkness and wrapped the crowbar around his front pressing firmly on his trachea. I growled, "Do you happen to be guilty of the murder of poor Charles and Sasha Dandleby?" He replies with a simple shrug then begins to chuckle. Out of pure rage I dropped him to the ground and began to hack at his neck with the sharp edge of the bar slowly severing his head from his body. Once I had finally finished I hurried back to my house, weapon in hand, leaving him in a mixed puddle of blood and urine. I now sit contemplating my hurried departure from the town I once believed to be a gift from the gods. The news paper regards my work one of a demons, and that may possibly be the case.

Forever Marveling At My Potential
Anton McDoglas