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twisted
I always get a kick outta watching people suffer. Wether it's just a chuckle from a minor public embarrassment like dropping their keys, or the roaring laughter of watching someone flip through the air after they've been hit by a speeding car. Skiing accidents, bull riders, car crashes, hell, crashes involving vehicles of any kind, they're all ******** hilarious! Even if it was my own body flying through the windshield and bouncing 200 feet down the road, if someone video taped it I'd be laughing in my hospital bed. Things like that go by so fast in real life, you just gotta have the slow motion instant replay to really enjoy it.

A lotta people think that God is some benevolent loving protector who watches over them and has their best interests at heart. What a crock o' s**t! Just look around at the world he's supposedly created, and you'll see how much he loves us. First he started with basic pyrotechnics like any child would. Big bang, asteroids smashing into each other, giant balls of fire. Then after a few million years, get's bored with simple destruction, and wants to start watching things die. So he starts making animals, more to the point he makes predators and prey. Gives predators the teeth and claws they need to make the kill good and violent, and gives prey the natural defences they need to make the fight longer and more interesting. Then over time he makes the animals bigger and bigger, making the fights way more dramatic. Then after a few million years of watching the dinosaurs tear at each other, he get's bored and decides to go for a big planet scorching finish. Which of course is equivalent to a child breaking their toys, which left God with nothing to entertain himself with for a few million years. So with a clean slate, he tries to come up with something new. Something that'll hold his interest for a good long time. Naturally, he came up with us! He strips away all the predatory tools and natural defences that he gave the rest of his creations, and instead gives us intelligence and imagination. Essentially separating us from the rest of the animal kingdom, but at the same time leaving us with all the old predatory and survival instincts. So instead of wasting his valuable time coming up with violent scenarios himself, we do all the work for him. We come up with all kinds of excuses to kill each other, and we keep coming up with new more interesting ways of doing so. We're not just killing to keep our bellies full and stay alive, we kill for territory, money, love, all kinds o' crazy s**t. Although I somehow doubt God is happy about the modern possibility of planet wide nuclear Armageddon, because that means he'd have to start everything over from scratch again.

Think I'm wrong about God? Then consider this:
Even with the recent terrorist attacks all over the world, the war in Iraq with people suffering and dying by the thousands, God still wasn't satisfied. He had to step in himself and kill a few million more with a tidal wave, but at least he waited until after Christmas. And just recently we have hurricane Katrina, merely the latest in a series of hurricanes that hit on an almost annual basis. That's why he wanted us to be fruitful and multiply, he needs an ample supply of cattle for the slaughter.

"Life's a b***h, and then you die... Don't you just love happy endings?"

That's why serial killers keep doin what they do, it makes them feel like God. Having absolute power over the life of another being, deciding their fate on a whim. Don't worry, I'm not speaking from experience. I hardly need to with the myriad of movies with such material that are out there, and they're done well enough to really get you into the moment.

You're probably wondering how this rather twisted facet of my personality came to rise. Well, there was a time when life's miseries pushed me into attempting suicide. But being only 12, I didn't put much thought into it. So after bashing my head against that steel pole several times, I fell on my back and stared up at the sky. Lying there as the other children of the playground gathered around me, I asked myself if there was even one good reason for me to continue living. After a minute or two of staring at the clouds, I thought "Why should I kill myself? The people who drove me to this are the ones who really deserve to die. Killing myself would mean that they've won.". So I stood up, went to the nurses office, and went on with my life.

During the following years in highschool, I learned that bullies usually prefer to prey on those willing to take their abuse. During my first year, a tenth grader who towered over almost everyone else kept following behind me and stepping on my heels whenever our paths crossed in the halls between classes. For months I put up with his abuse, and even when I told him to stop, he just stood there in silence waiting for me to continue walking again. Finally I reached my breaking point, conviniently just outside the sanctuary of my next classroom. I spun around, leaped into the air, and thrust my fist right into his chin. I knocked his head back, and struggled to wipe any trace of fear from my face as his head came back down. He stared at me in total shock, while I looked back with burning rage. Then I calmly went into my classroom, and released the breath of panic and fear I was holding inside. I saw him many times after that day, but he never bothered me again. He didn't even dare to look me in the eyes, and I learned something very valuable that day.

I'm certain this has disturbed and disgusted many, if not all of you.
Now you've seen all three central facets of my personality.
Until next time.

ninja The Loner
mrgreen The Goof
twisted The Sadist