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It's always the same. The dossier is passed to my hand and so it begins. Another name, another face, another life to be snuffed out.
They trust me now. They even pay me upfront. I'm good at what I do, you see. The best. I deliver, with no questions asked.
Each hit brings with it a new challenge, a different way of dealing out death. I pride myself on never using the same method twice. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
Perfect murder is a fine art, and I am an artist of the highest order. I strike with immaculate precision. It doesn't have to be digified, just final. There's a beautiful power in what I do.
My mind is alive with memories of death:
Like that woman's pale face beneath the clear veneer of that woodland pool - so peaceful.
Like that black and charred corpse engulfed in the flames of that burning car - so still.
Like the throats of those gangsters cut to sanguine ribbons - flawless.
It's a lonely business being an assassin, when shadows are your only friends, and your personality is the whatever mask you happen to be wearing.
The victim must never know you're there, even if you are dining at their table. This is the golden rule. Disguise is everything. Whether from near or far, the only purpose is to go all the way.
The tools of my trade are many: blades, poisons, strangling wires, my bare hands - there's more than one way to skin a cat. In this line of work, only one thing is true: if your name's on the list, expect to be dead.
They trust me now. They even pay me upfront. I'm good at what I do, you see. The best. I deliver, with no questions asked.
Each hit brings with it a new challenge, a different way of dealing out death. I pride myself on never using the same method twice. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
Perfect murder is a fine art, and I am an artist of the highest order. I strike with immaculate precision. It doesn't have to be digified, just final. There's a beautiful power in what I do.
My mind is alive with memories of death:
Like that woman's pale face beneath the clear veneer of that woodland pool - so peaceful.
Like that black and charred corpse engulfed in the flames of that burning car - so still.
Like the throats of those gangsters cut to sanguine ribbons - flawless.
It's a lonely business being an assassin, when shadows are your only friends, and your personality is the whatever mask you happen to be wearing.
The victim must never know you're there, even if you are dining at their table. This is the golden rule. Disguise is everything. Whether from near or far, the only purpose is to go all the way.
The tools of my trade are many: blades, poisons, strangling wires, my bare hands - there's more than one way to skin a cat. In this line of work, only one thing is true: if your name's on the list, expect to be dead.
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It's always the same. The dossier is passed to my hand and so it begins. Another name, another face, another life to be snuffed out.
They trust me now. They even pay me upfront. I'm good at what I do, you see. The best. I deliver, with no questions asked.
Each hit brings with it a new challenge, a different way of dealing out death. I pride myself on never using the same method twice. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
Perfect murder is a fine art, and I am an artist of the highest order. I strike with immaculate precision. It doesn't have to be digified, just final. There's a beautiful power in what I do.
My mind is alive with memories of death:
Like that woman's pale face beneath the clear veneer of that woodland pool - so peaceful.
Like that black and charred corpse engulfed in the flames of that burning car - so still.
Like the throats of those gangsters cut to sanguine ribbons - flawless.
It's a lonely business being an assassin, when shadows are your only friends, and your personality is the whatever mask you happen to be wearing.
The victim must never know you're there, even if you are dining at their table. This is the golden rule. Disguise is everything. Whether from near or far, the only purpose is to go all the way.
The tools of my trade are many: blades, poisons, strangling wires, my bare hands - there's more than one way to skin a cat. In this line of work, only one thing is true: if your name's on the list, expect to be dead.
They trust me now. They even pay me upfront. I'm good at what I do, you see. The best. I deliver, with no questions asked.
Each hit brings with it a new challenge, a different way of dealing out death. I pride myself on never using the same method twice. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
Perfect murder is a fine art, and I am an artist of the highest order. I strike with immaculate precision. It doesn't have to be digified, just final. There's a beautiful power in what I do.
My mind is alive with memories of death:
Like that woman's pale face beneath the clear veneer of that woodland pool - so peaceful.
Like that black and charred corpse engulfed in the flames of that burning car - so still.
Like the throats of those gangsters cut to sanguine ribbons - flawless.
It's a lonely business being an assassin, when shadows are your only friends, and your personality is the whatever mask you happen to be wearing.
The victim must never know you're there, even if you are dining at their table. This is the golden rule. Disguise is everything. Whether from near or far, the only purpose is to go all the way.
The tools of my trade are many: blades, poisons, strangling wires, my bare hands - there's more than one way to skin a cat. In this line of work, only one thing is true: if your name's on the list, expect to be dead.
That was actually rather eery and atmospheric, even though there is blaring sunlight outside.
Nice :D
Nice :D
Very nice. Even though you stole the first three letters of my name.
Blank wrote:
> Very nice. Even though you stole the first three letters of my name.
... and the fifth.
> Very nice. Even though you stole the first three letters of my name.
... and the fifth.
Ah, replies. Thanks :)
black glove, you do some wierd and interesting posts, and youve already won a gameaday and youve only been signed up for 36 days, and ive been here for over 400 days, its not fair...
*sobs*
good posts mate!
*sobs*
good posts mate!
nope sorry youve won 2!!!
have you renewed or have you just joined?
have you renewed or have you just joined?
Mantalpiece wrote:
> have you renewed or have you just joined?
I have been on here before under a different name. But I recently decided to start again. Don't really know why....
> have you renewed or have you just joined?
I have been on here before under a different name. But I recently decided to start again. Don't really know why....
oh right, thats were you get all your experience from...:-)
well ive been a member of SR for 4-5 years and not won a single thing!
*sobs again*
oh well, iam the sort of person that replies and doesnt write topics, so thats probably why.
although i did write one today whilst i was at school, look into the future i think it was called.
well ive been a member of SR for 4-5 years and not won a single thing!
*sobs again*
oh well, iam the sort of person that replies and doesnt write topics, so thats probably why.
although i did write one today whilst i was at school, look into the future i think it was called.
Mantalpiece wrote:
> although i did write one today whilst i was at school, look into the
> future i think it was called.
Yes I read that, and I even believe that I replied to it :)
> although i did write one today whilst i was at school, look into the
> future i think it was called.
Yes I read that, and I even believe that I replied to it :)
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