(You Are A) Craigslist Killer Quest 3
Fae Smelter !!xOmJx180n/v ID:w3ojpUIT No.5182912 View ViewReport Quoted By:
You're a sick, young son of a bitch who abducts women, violates them, then mutilates their corpses. Your body count? Two... and a half. For now. You're also a junior detective for Velton County Police Department in the swampy Southern USA. Due to a stroke of bad luck, one of your expertly disposed-of bodies came up from the lake and sparked a big furor in town, even making the front page in the Velton County Journal. Though you usually work solo, this go-around, Commissioner Higgins assigned you to a team, partnering you with the bumbling, snarky and rotund Detective Jimmy Waters and his secretive, suave partner, Senior Detective Donavan "Sharp-As-A-Tack" Black.
As a team, you pinned the murder on an ancient death row inmate scheduled to die next month, all three of you knowing it wasn't him. That's because during the investigation of your grisly murder, you found out the true nature of your partners, and you aren't the only scum bag in town. Jimmy is a sicko, too, just of a lesser kind than you. Notably, you got his sloppy seconds on the girl you're investigating. Still makes you shudder and cringe when you think about it. You're not sure what Don's angle is, but he pulled a gun on you in your own car to help cover for Jimmy. Maybe he likes to watch. Luckily, you kept your head cool and your mouth shut, and they still think you're just a nice guy backing the blue and holding the thin blue line and so on. You seriously, superiorly, surreptitiously simmered the situation down to a ceremoniously smoky smoulder. And you've connivingly, covertly converted the incoherent, corpulent cop to help you hamper the hellacious, hamstringing, daft, deputized, department-dwelling dastard detective, Donavan. But you have a doubly dastardly device, no doubt to destabilize Don's drama and his doings-wrong! Nyeh heh hee nyeh hee heh!!
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Phew. But enough about work. It's pleasure hour. Every man must unwind in a way that is unique to him. It may look similar on the outside, but every sports fan enjoys sports in a slightly different way in their own heads. Science geeks, too, with science. Fine diners. Animal enthusiasts. Craigslist Killers.
Why? Simple, you say.
Obvious, you insist.
Duh!, you mock.
Each man is as unique as his biology. And while some lesser men lust for touchdowns or test tubes or tortellini or tortoise eggs, you lust only for souls. Terror realized. Looks in eyes. Force on flesh. Dominion over will. The cycling of emotions until the cycle... Stops spinning.
