zombieland

Ten people are dead. Murdered by a Vampire, during some kind of party a few days back at the Brothel. This ringing any bells shitheads?

You know, here I was, thinkin' I was bein prejudiced against Fangs. Maybe I had one too many drinks with my buddy Blade, who ashes you fuckers on sight. After all, folks have tried to exterminate Mutants back home more times than I can count. I was thinkin maybe you all are just some kind of persecuted minority- except of course you ain't. You fuckers hide in the background, you like pullin the strings, playin the rest of us against each other. Our differences are genetic. They don't effect our souls. Unlike whatever the fuck it is happened to you.

And its one thing for you assholes livin out in the boonies. Fine, protect your own, whatever. But what about you Fangs or Fangbangers livin in the Prison? You gonna tell me you didn't know anything? Calling yourselves "friends" to the rest. You didn't think the ones in charge might have wanted to know? That the folks on Sentry duty might need to know a psychopath who can move faster than a cheetah, take a dozen rounds, and who can rip off limbs is out there?

I don't represent anyone but myself. If I come across the bastard who did this, one of us ain't walkin away. You fuckers may think you're invincible, but guess what- you ain't. I kicked the shit out of Lucifer in the depths of Hell itself. If this fucker crosses my path, I'll put him down.