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As previously stated in the first Methods of Madness if you just don't give a f**k then don't bother reading.

Methods of Madness (2)
I have been thinking of the past lately. All the opprotunities I screwed up, or others screwed up. I've been thinking about life and death. Advantages and Disadvantages of both. All different possibilities is I were to commit suicide(which would never happen). Each one ends the same. The thoughts of today all seem to be depressing. Why? Could I really be that messed up? I'd hate to accept it, but I may just be that way. If you ever see me in social situations I'll be some usually hyper happy camper that laughs his a** off. The thoughts that are most depressing when looking towards an unplanned future. What could happen? That is unknown for sure. Questions. Questions. Questions. All these questions with no definite answers. It perplexs mebeyond belief. How can the human mind think like this?


Well since you stuck with reading this so far I've decided to give a little reward and give you more reading. A continuation of Fangs of Night.

Fangs of Night
Now it is the night. The night when Heartford Lee will seek vengeance. Gusts of wind blew through the church cemetary. The wind blue open one pair of doors. Those doors belonged to the sepulchar of none other than Heartford Lee Gregory. As the wind went from gusts to nothing the fear heightened in the Halibel. The sound of Heartford's coffin creaked open could be heard throughout the deathly silent village. A loud crash as the lid slams against the stone floor. He is back. The one who had pledged his vengeance upon those who executed him was back. His skin still as fresh as the day he was burried. The only difference between for years ago and at this moment was the paleness and coldness of it. His hair now grayed by death. His eyelids srpung open. His eyes a vile blood red color. His arms that were crossed cracked as they reched for the sides of the coffin. He hoisted himself out of the coffin and onto his feet. He was revived. That which kept him perfect in his mirror kept him eternally young, and eternally undead...