Now that's what I call edgy!

In such a completely desolated wasteland, they lie there untouched, surrounded by flesh and destruction, without so much as slight crumpling, it almost feels like the signature, or like a watermark, ethereally placed over the carnage as if by an angel.

I am cold and heartless when it comes to peoples problems... if you want the cold hearted truth then come to me... If you just want someone to talk to you when there is a problem then I'm not the person to come to...

What? WHAT WAS THAT? Sorry I must have misheard, I thought I heard a giant faggot mouthing off at me with something he sure as fuck could never back up, but it must have just been my imagination. Because after I imagined hearing that, I proceeded to imagine how good it would feel to break that persons fucking spinal cord over my knee. I imagined how my next step is usually to rip out one of the persons fucking ribs and jab it straight through their nose into their brain cavity. I imagined pulling that rib back out, and then brainfucking that dead faggot through the new massive hole in his face I created.

what is this -.-

I just fuckin' hate this world. And the human worms feasting on its carcass. My whole life is just cold, bitter hatred. And I always wanted to die violently. This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving. And I will put in the grave as many as I can. It's time for me to kill. And it's time for me to die. My genocide crusade begins here.