satanic goatslayer
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and I came across some useless heathens hanging about drinking beer and throwing their fucking cans on the ground. My sheep will eat cans, so that wasn't very polite of them to do in my herding region.
I walked over to the oldest one and shoved my gauntlet-sheathed fist down his throat, grabbed his uvula, yanked the goddamned thing out and stomped him with my cork boots until his brain oozed from his ears.
One of the younger girls tried to run, so I tripped her and broke her legs with a crowbar, then kicked her lungs out.
Her friend began to scream so I pulled my knife from my toolbelt, took aim and threw it through her throat. Blood came out when I pulled the knife from her throat, but I was wearing my sheep-herding overalls so I wasn't too concerned.
The last one was a geeky little burnout. He looked full of angst, leading me to the conclusion that he felt like dying today. Fine, I shoved a sharp stick through the gut of the mongrel and tossed his body aside for the sheep to eat.
Fertile soil, indeed.
I walked over to the oldest one and shoved my gauntlet-sheathed fist down his throat, grabbed his uvula, yanked the goddamned thing out and stomped him with my cork boots until his brain oozed from his ears.
One of the younger girls tried to run, so I tripped her and broke her legs with a crowbar, then kicked her lungs out.
Her friend began to scream so I pulled my knife from my toolbelt, took aim and threw it through her throat. Blood came out when I pulled the knife from her throat, but I was wearing my sheep-herding overalls so I wasn't too concerned.
The last one was a geeky little burnout. He looked full of angst, leading me to the conclusion that he felt like dying today. Fine, I shoved a sharp stick through the gut of the mongrel and tossed his body aside for the sheep to eat.
Fertile soil, indeed.

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