**This is so me when I killed 4 children back in 1983, killing three of them with a shotgun with one of the shots striking one of the children in the belly, resulting in a delicious and painful exposure of its organs flowing off his body, and strangling the last one with my hands filled with blood and skin tearings, and when I was done I bagged them inside my Honda Civic 1981 and then after exactly 8 years, 6 months and 12 days later, at 4 am I went to find my now vandalized but still locked Civic, which I had left behind of the eastern orthodox church of my now abandoned village that had 147 people, unlocked it with my Civic keys that I kept on my wallet after all these years, opened the bags that I used to bag them, only to feast on their juicy rotten bones, and after that night, I continued my massacre in the village, brutally taking away the lives of 21 people, one kill more enjoyable than the last, and finally after a year, I was caught by the police, and after being trialed and sentenced to life in the harshest prison of the world, I was drunked by the CIA and questioned about my actions, from which I revealed everything, action after action, kill after kill, and when I was finally sent to my cell, I started planning my escape by the first second I got there and when I finally escaped after several years, I threw my ID away, and ran to the woods of an Ukrainian forest, settled next to a swamp and built a hut next to it, but as the years passed, my body began to change, my ears became longer, I became bigger and my skin became green, and after several documentaries were made about me, satanists got attention on me and used the old eastern orthodox church that I had my now destroyed Civic parked to, to pray on my name and face, which gave me godly superpowers such as teleportation, ability to hear from afar and the ability to pass through walls freely and then I used my powers for my sexual needs, but then I decided to flee away, never to be seen by a single thing.** **It’s all ogre for me now.**