The Phrenologikal Cat
Holy crap.
Best mental movie ever:
A house, much like any other. An old Victorian design. But unlike any other house, this one is filled with blood-sucking scum of the underworld, whining like little emo pussies and snorting crack off one another. It is a disgusting sight, indeed, but fear not dear viewers.
Things are about to change.
Doors smash open! Boarded windows are torn open! Glass shatters! Shouting and chaos fills the house! From a mass of hard-faced, veteran hunters steps a teddy-clad man, a cigarette balanced precariously on his lower lip and a chansaw in hand. He is infamous, and his hatred for this foul breed of blood-sucker knows no bounds. He holds up a hand to quieten his troupe of fellow hunters, glaring down at the vampires before him.
And lo! He speaks!
"This is a raid, ********."
Best mental movie ever:
A house, much like any other. An old Victorian design. But unlike any other house, this one is filled with blood-sucking scum of the underworld, whining like little emo pussies and snorting crack off one another. It is a disgusting sight, indeed, but fear not dear viewers.
Things are about to change.
Doors smash open! Boarded windows are torn open! Glass shatters! Shouting and chaos fills the house! From a mass of hard-faced, veteran hunters steps a teddy-clad man, a cigarette balanced precariously on his lower lip and a chansaw in hand. He is infamous, and his hatred for this foul breed of blood-sucker knows no bounds. He holds up a hand to quieten his troupe of fellow hunters, glaring down at the vampires before him.
And lo! He speaks!
"This is a raid, ********."
