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I know where depression lives …

by jadedkeizy

I have an informant down in some unknown shanty town and she disclosed Depression’s exact location. Now I know where this dude called depression lives. My informant told me that he’s this creepy guy who works as a crypt caretaker at the local church.

Before trapping his victims late at night, he patronizes this one makeshift brothel in the town where my informant occasionally serves as a dominatrix. Now I am hatching a plan to kill this fucker and end him once and for all. He lives in some shack sequestered away in swampland somewhere at the fringes of this town. All I need is a hatchet, a hacksaw and written voodoo hex I’ll recite to have his spirit purged after I maul him. I AM DETERMINED 🙂 . I might need some help to make this quest a success though 🙁

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theWhispersOfMySins 12/6/2015 - 3:40 am

I can provide a hatchet and hacksaw but I havent kept up on my voodoo hexing.

ZenandtheArtofNothing 12/6/2015 - 9:01 am

I can get you the voodoo hex, but we’re gonna need at 3 chickens – at least one albino, a rusted spike of iron, half a watermelon, and a vessel of your choosing for the soul once it’s out.

Hazy Day Sunflower 12/6/2015 - 2:01 pm

I have chickens. I would be willing to assist in supplying them, especially the chicken that keeps crowing.

Salt 12/6/2015 - 12:18 pm

Jaded, I haven’t been too talkative and I may not talk much after this, but I wanted to give you a fistpump on your new kickass plan for assassinating that ass. I got close once. I, too, found where he lived, had hatchet & voodoo hex in hand. But at the last minute he turned to me and said, “Hey, let’s eat a tub of Häagen Dazs and listen to Nina Simone records.”

That clever bastard. He had me crying the whole bus ride back home.

Seriously man. Keep yourself alive. You’re one of the last great poets. You have a way of expression that is burning to be heard, and if you silence it then you are robbing the world of something great. Kick Big D’s ass and go on to greatness.

Hazy Day Sunflower 12/6/2015 - 2:01 pm

@jade: I have an informant in that brothel as well, he is one of the bouncers. Now he came to me on Friday to let me know that sometimes Depression visits over at one of the local community colleges posing as Hope, having taken Hope hostage a few months ago. If you cook up all the voodoo that is needed, I will take part of it there and see if he doesn’t show his ugly face.

before he breaths his last I will extract from him the location of Hope and return it to the community college. I is a many pronged attack. We could certainly win this battle, if not the war. At least today.

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