My intended victims. Clearly they were asking for it even more than your standard sex-crazed teens who stumble across a family of inbred cannibals.
After the slaughter.
My victims didn't have skin that I could slice off and stitch together to make a mask, but they did leave me with these trophies.
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And you didnt call Scott, he will be sad.
Nah, I knew he was doing it this weekend. I'm more interested in seeing the slaughter from the front yard.
Haven't gotten to the front yard yet, but like any slasher flick there's always the inevitable sequel.
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