Thursday, October 31st. The city streets are crowded for the holiday. Even with the rain. Hidden in the chaos is the element, waiting to strike like snakes. And I’m there too. Watching.

2 years of nights have turned me into a nocturnal animal. I must choose my targets carefully. It’s a big city. I can’t be everywhere. But they don’t know where I am. We have a signal now, for when I’m needed. When that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call- it’s a warning. To them.

Fear is a tool. They think I’m hiding in the shadows. But I AM the shadows. I wish I could say I’m making a difference, but I’m not. Murder, robberies, assault- 2 years later, they’re all up. And now this. This city’s eating itself. Maybe it can’t be saved, but I have to try. PUSH MYSELF. These nights all roll together in a rush, Behind the mask.

60 THOUSAND DEAD ROMANS 60 ᛏᚺᛟᚢᛊᚨᚾᛞ ᛞᛖᚨᛞ ᚱᛟᛗᚨᚾᛊ ROMAN DEFEAT AT TEUTOBURGER FOREST ᚱᛟᛗᚨᚾ ᛞᛖᚠᛖᚨᛏ ᚨᛏ ᛏᛖᚢᛏᛟᛒᚢᚱᚷᛖᚱ ᚠᛟᚱᛖᛊᛏ VISIGOTH SACK OF ROME FIRST TIME IN 800 YEARS ᚢᛁᛊᛁᚷᛟᛏᚺ ᛊᚨᚲᚲ ᛟᚠ ᚱᛟᛗᛖ ᚠᛁᚱᛊᛏ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᛁᚾ 800 ᛁᛖᚨᚱᛊ BATAVIAN REVOLT 20 THOUSAND DEAD ROMANS LIGHT BATAVIAN CASUALTIES ᛒᚨᛏᚨᚢᛁᚨᚾ ᚱᛖᚢᛟᛚᛏ 20 ᛏᚺᛟᚢᛊᚨᚾᛞ ᛞᛖᚨᛞ ᚱᛟᛗᚨᚾᛊ ᛚᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᛒᚨᛏᚨᚢᛁᚨᚾ ᚲᚨᛊᚢᚨᛚᛏᛁᛖᛊ FRISIAN HANGING OF ROMAN TAX COLLECTORS ᚠᚱᛁᛊᛁᚨᚾ ᚺᚨᚾᚷᛁᚾᚷ ᛟᚠ ᚱᛟᛗᚨᚾ ᛏᚨX ᚲᛟᛚᛚᛖᚲᛏᛟᚱᛊ CIMBRI INVASIONS OF THE ROMAN REPUBLIC ᚲᛁᛗᛒᚱᛁ ᛁᚾᚢᚨᛊᛁᛟᚾᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚱᛟᛗᚨᚾ ᚱᛖᛈᚢᛒᛚᛁᚲ

I agree, guns are for cowards. People don’t need them. I prefer to use medieval weaponry. About a week ago, some 4 young urchins were attempting to rob my manor when I came down on them with my halberd. I managed to split one down the middle, but I couldn’t lift it to fight the other 3. My chainmail blocked their blows and let me make the flight of my stairs to my ballista. As they ran up, I fired the wooden beast nailing two to the wall. The last one spared no chance, as I laid hands on the claymore I keep on my coat of arms. I first cut him on the sword arm and laughed as I beheaded him, knowing I needed no guns to defend myself or my property.

Hi it’s Dylan. Some jealous bellend probably Gerard spread a rumor that I sucked off my best mate Callum. This is total rubbish. First of all if anyone was sucking off anyone Callum would be sucking ME off. Second I never sucked him off, we just wanked together one time but we were watching lesbian porn so it wasn’t gay. Anyway this is ruining my shot at boning minge. I’m still a virgin (I’m 16) but I’ve fingered girls before and had my ♥♥♥♥ stroked over the trousers by a slag behind Tesco. Now if everyone thinks I sucked off Callum I can forget about minge. What should I do? I could probably bone this one girl who smokes cigs by the Tesco but she has 2 kids already so I’m afraid she might be really fertile and get pregnant.

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Yeah so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ what? I got that Neapolitan penis, ♥♥♥♥ you gonna do about it? Guaranteed your ♥♥♥♥♥ gonna be more excited to suck on multi colored popsicle than your bland ass monotone ♥♥♥♥. My penis be the cultural climax of three of the greatest colors known to mankind. The chocolate, the cream, and last but not least the rose. There are LAYERS to this ♥♥♥♥, like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ onion, by the end of the session when I'm done cutting it you can guarantee your girl gonna be crying tears of joy. You telling me right now as a farmer who wants culturally diverse chickens on his free range farm, you just gonna get roosters that are one color? ♥♥♥♥ that, give me some colorful ♥♥♥♥♥ any day. Neopenis out.