Description
Let me tell you a little something about Fishing. Oh, I do love to Fish. I may not Fish in the original sense, but I Fish all the same. You see, my style of fishing is a bit different. I don't Fish with a pole and line, and I don't use a worm, but I definitely still need a lure. You see, I catch..,children. Why do i need a lure, you ask? Because I never show my face. That's the job of my um.. acquaintance... Steve. He's the bate and I...I am the hook! You know, life is funny in a way: Like a mother losing her baby. Or a family BURNING IN FLAMES! Or running into me and my...Fun House! A twist here, a stab there. Treacherous, torturous fun. I...am the bringer of pain. Hell? Hell would be heaven to anyone who falls into my net. Fish indeed. My lure can be a problem at times. He thinks he can be independent. He wants to touch them... He thinks he's aloud to touch my play things... Disgusting! I don't want to destroy their soul. In fact, I want to watch their soul fade away. Gut them like a fine ocean catch and let whatever is left fade away back into the waves of time. I simply want to watch them bleed! They will all bleed! Then they stop bleeding...