It’s all a game.

The blood.

The cries.

The agony.

It’s all a game.

The darkness.

The silence.

The betrayal.

It’s all a game.

The poison.

The death.

The murder.

The rules are simple.

The fun and easy so play along.

How do you know you’ve won you ask?

Well, you don’t.

That’s the fun.

You can only infer that you have because there will be no one to tell you otherwise. So if you win or lose, don’t...

So, you want to play our game well?

You think it’s easy, to murder?

You look shocked, that’s how you win.

Are you in?...

Burty went to the bars separating the two cells, being careful not to jam his face in these ones. ‘You finally say something to me and it’s not something I want to hear.’

She looked at him briefly, ‘You could listen to everyone all your life and never hear what you want. I am trying to think of a way out of this mess that you have put me in, and I would ask that you keep that blubbering mouth o’...

Vvvc...

Well, to be honest, I kind of expected a situation like this when I woke up this morning. It just felt like one of these days where you would rather stay at home and avoid conflict because you knew nothing would go your way. Obviously I did not expect this exact situation because how could I have guessed that? But something similar? Just as bad when it came to the consequences?

Sure. Why not? I ...

There once lived a man named Marcell

Who liked to gamble at the well

But one day couldn’t win

So he said with a grin

“Then I’ll murder you guys, what the hell”

😂😂😂...

Well, murder must win. It should, right? You just do something as simple as slipping your fingers right round someone’s throat like snakes and squeeze. Squeeze like your life depends on it, because theirs certainly does not. At the end of it, you even get your own trophy; a unique model of lifeless meat all to yourself.

But it doesn’t...not *really*...

One mistake killers always make is when the...

Nowhere left to run now.

He knows that as well as I do.

My fingers coil softly around the trigger as I aim the barrel towards his skull. I pause to gaze nonchalantly at my adversary — the last man standing between myself and victory in this twisted game. I picture his body limp and soaked in violent crimson. Only with his murder will I finally be free.

His eyes bore into mine with the same star...

You win.

I lose.

You always win.

I always lose.

It’s clear- you can see it painted in

Blue and black all over the parts

They will not see.

Well that’s not true.

The black eye is a bit obvious.

In every victory you become more confident

More ambitious in your trophies.

It’s like you want to be caught.

You want someone to notice

Who it was that smashed my phone,

My face,

My broken wrist.

I am j...

Well well well cried the man of the murder

You’d think with the screaming somebody’d have heard’er

A game of cat and mouse or some other sin?

I shudder to think of the one claims the win...