I'm surprised no one guessed, no one bothered to figure out when I was going to make my move. It seems the best day. And by the time you read this, you'll be too late. The events have been put into motion. Everyone reading this had your chance to stop what was coming, to make things right. My stalker even decided to place equal blame on the ones who ruined the lives of Zetaman and his girlfriend. And I can promise you, everyone responsible will be dealt with as the threats they have proven themselves to be.
Hehehehehe.
Does anyone want to guess what kinds of guns I have? What kinds of ammunition that would be best to carry out an attack of retribution for pushing someone so far as to want to take someone else's life, then his own? Go ahead, I'll wait.
MMmmpphhh.....hehehehehehhahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, loyal readers, friends and assholes, terrorists and law enforcement personnel, members of the RLSH and RLSV communities! The following months in the role of Krampus have been a spirited exaggeration of my deteriorating mental health. As Doc Holiday from Tombstone said, "Oh I'm not quite as bad as I made out." And as you'll see, you're about to find out why. But in other words...
GOTCHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Oh don't worry, I wasn't lying. I'm still pissed and want to kill my stalkers and everyone that helped them. Continued next blog.
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