THE PLAYERS:
Glenn
The Imperial Whore-God
 

"The first thing, the last thing, and the only thing: pies." With this
statement, I finished my presentation to the International Association
on the Propogation of International Associations.
They didn't appreciate my recommendation to join the RS
society. People who refuse my recommendations always made me very
violently angry, and always will. I tried to stop murdering, but the urge
to kill was simply too great. I began to
scream. But I was not in screaming mode. On
the other hand, the urge to murder was still there. Oh shit.
The need for dead flesh burned in the deep recesses of my soul, the
strangulating desire to end, to know that I had
been responsible for death! Power. I craved the power,
the power gained only by killing, by taking living human flesh and
making it mine. Yes, the need to master the flesh burned in the abyss of my
cat. My cat was getting tired of me trying to
kill it. It was curiosity that I had become, therefore
i moved on to the humans. I enjoy killing and eating other fellow men.
No, I don't mean the phrase "eating men" that way. (or do I?) I mean cannibalism of the fun kind.
Yes, yes. That kind of cannibalism. The service type of
which Julianne, the whore, is much acquainted with.
Yes, the royal whore is much-versed in the pleasures of the
flesh. Me, for one, I prefer to literally devour the flesh while
I am aslo performing fellatio on several different
men with my other tongue. I name it Fred. Its
name has been assigned as Fred for the duration fo the universe
again. Anyway, the comittee wanted to sentence me to death by
execution. As if there was another way. Death by
burrito! Mmm... Burritolicious. So anyway, it was death
knocking on my door as I stuck the gun into my mouth. I
answered the door without bothering to put the gun down. It was death.
Finally, and after all. I was relieved, but scared.
Death scared me almost as much as life did
when he killed my beloved block of cheese.