Brother Scorn: Pt. 9He walks down empty streets with a wrench, opening every fire hydrant he finds. He taps against the pews in church with his feet, not only annoying the congregation, but also forming satanic messages in Morse code. He uses a rosary as a wallet chain. He once broke up with a girl by carving the word "BITCH" backwards into his palm, then slapping her. One of his favorite pastimes is convincing people that he isn't real by writing "fictional" prose about himself and posting it online.Brother Scorn has just busted through the fourth wall in a tank. He's laughing a lot and has an axe for some reason.Fucking run.
Stranger -Extra-"Well, you see, first, they drug him out in front of a large crowd of people, everyone in the city. They drug him in front of them and threw him to the ground. They then stripped him naked and taunted him. They called him names and laughed at him while he just lay there, covered in sweat, dirt, and grime, wheezing for breath."And you know what they did then? Why, they whipped him. Yeah, they whipped him good. Gashed his back up to hell. There was blood everywhere, drenching his back and pooling to the ground, and you know what? The people kept jeering him, cursing him, calling him a fake and generally showing their dislike of him. They also
StrangerIt was a peaceful neighborhood. A happy neighborhood. A green, sunny, pleasant, peaceful, happy neighborhood lined with trees, white picket fences and shiny new minivans. Birds chirped idly in the trees and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. A somewhat chill wind flitted through the air, but the all-encompassing warmth of the sun still comforted the skin. Neighbors greeted eachother as they walked out to get their morning paper, wind chimes jangled, and children played in the empty street.One child, however, wasn't playing with the others. Instead, he sat on his doorstep, arms wrapped around his legs, chin rested limply between his knees as h
This is why I took that vow to destroy you!