You are Mary Bell. At the ripe old age of 10 you strangled a neighbor boy, afterwhich you carved your initals into his skin. At his funreal you laughed. Your next victim was a 3 year old. You pushed him off the roof, resulting in a broken skull. After he was found you went to his mothers house and asked to see him, she replied tha t he was dead. You smiled brightly and said 'Oh, I know he’s dead. I wanted to see him in his coffin." You horrid little girl you. -smacks your hand
“You are Jack the Ripper. Yours were some of the most brutal murders recorded in history–yet your case is still to this day unsolved. You came from out of the fog, killed violently and quickly and disappeared without a trace. Then for no apparent reason, you satisfy your blood lust with ever-increasing ferocity, culminating in the near destruction of your final victim, and then you vanish from the scene forever. The perfect ingredients for the perennial thriller. You are quite the mysteriously demented?”
Hehehehe, I hoped she would be one of the final results…and expecting so I probably made my guesses accordingly…
You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess) Legend tells us that you, this very rich, beautiful and high born woman tortured and murdered some 650 young women and bathed in their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful. In some stories, it is said you have drank thier blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a grand scale. Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!
I’ve read numerous books on her, studied her for pure pleasure. I take my more common screen name (not Harli) from her. I am directing a play about her, and I have thoughts for a play I’d like to write about her.
Muwhahahahaha! Yah, I’m sick.
You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an ancient and noble house, you were married (against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a lettre de cachet for 14 years until the Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean, charming, you became a Revolutionary, miraculously escaping the guillotine during the Terror, only to be arrested later for publishing your erotic novels. You spent your final 12 years in the insane asylum at Charenton, where you caused another scandal by directing plays using inmates and professional actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in the arms of your teenage mistress. You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.
You are Vlad the Impaler. The man behind the legend of Dracula. You hanged your victims, stretched them on the rack, burned them at the stake, boiled them alive, but mostly impaled them. Most of your killings were politically targeted but sometimes you killed just because you were bored. Your “reign of terror” lasted from 1456 to 1462. Estimated numbers of victims vary between 30,000 and more than 100,000. Evil Evil man. Fie on you!
. . . Vlad the Impaler. The man behind the legend of Dracula. You hanged your victims, stretched them on the rack, burned them at the stake, boiled them alive, but mostly impaled them. Most of your killings were politically targeted but sometimes you killed just because you were bored. Your “reign of terror” lasted from 1456 to 1462. Estimated numbers of victims vary between 30,000 and more than 100,000. Evil Evil man. Fie on you!
You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess) Legend tells us that you, this very rich, beautiful and high born woman tortured and murdered some 650 young women and bathed in their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful. In some stories, it is said you have drank thier blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a grand scale. Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!
You are Jack the Ripper. Yours were some of the most brutal murders recorded in history–yet your case is still to this day unsolved. You came from out of the fog, killed violently and quickly and disappeared without a trace. Then for no apparent reason, you satisfy your blood lust with ever-increasing ferocity, culminating in the near destruction of your final victim, and then you vanish from the scene forever. The perfect ingredients for the perennial thriller. You are quite the mysteriously demented?
Just step into this room. There’s a form to fill out. What’s that? The padding on the walls? Umm…we’re having some work done, and that’s just there to protect the walls. No, no. After you. I insist.
