The Psychotic Slasher - Poem by Vasto Grom
My brother Psyche is mad. More insane than most of us. He doesn't care about the rules of others and does whatever he pleases. The reason for this is simple, you live only once so why follow the laws others make when you can make your own. He is a junkie for the ultimate thrill which in combination with his complete insanity makes for a very interesting and dangerous individual. He doesn't believe in reason and never does well with others. If you deny him what he wants, he'll simply break you and take what he desires. Try to fight him and he'll not only outright beat you but put on one hell of a show while he does so. Psyche is the epitome of anarchy and the embodiment of never knowing how far to push the envelope. If left to his own devices he'd probably be dead in an hour. He sick sense of humor goes farther than even Torm finds intriguing sometimes. To best put what Psyche is imagine this. Combine a rapist, arsonist, sadist, adrenalin junkie, sociopath, and serial killer all into one and drown him in madness.
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