pretty sure my professor of criminal psychology is planning on offing one of my class as some kind of final exam. he’s spent the last few weeks making these weird faces and turns of phrase as he talks about the “artistry” of murder and it just couldnt be more obvious to me.
theres really nothing i can do about it until he actually does something but spoiler alert: its not going to be me. i spend every hour not spent at school at home. i have 0 friends (that arent scary white supremacists with anime avatars) or social obligations of any kind and he’s not the type to poison someone’s groceries or doordash for his big lesson. no, he’s a blade man, i could tell by how he had to sit down for most of our lessons on jack the ripper (which is asinine to me, fuck you). well bring a knife to a gun fight and see what happens, motherfucker
dude’s kind of a faggot so im putting the odds on the sex of his victim at a 75/25 chance it has a penis or a horrid mockery of one created from vaginal tissue and belly skin
anyway go faguars