[i]I am awoken in the night, and I see a figure leaning over me. I pull my knife, and speak, "At the perfect time, the votes are hungry," I whisper and slice their chest open then slowly crush every alveoli in thee body follow by stomping in their chest cavity and slitting their throat. With each stab and kick and slash, the voices calm down, [b]Yes... More blood...[/b] [u]Make him a trophy![/u] The voices command, and I obey them. Then I string thee intestines across the house like Christmas decorations, and fall back to sleep, now that the voices are sated, for now.[/i]