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My, my, it’s been a long week. Brutal training and testing going on at work. Family issues on the side. And snow and cold, and more snow and cold.

Good thing I have something to look forward to.
This weekend I’m going to murder someone. :bounce:

It’s pretty much all set. A small detail or two yet to be worked out, but I’ll enjoy doing that. And I never worry about getting caught. I’ve half beaten to death or killed—what? Three or four people? It’s gotten good to me. I want more.

You know what I’m talking about. That sense of quietly justified revenge. Secretly venting a little anger. Actually understanding a little of the homicidal instinct, and the satisfaction of getting away with it.

A chick from high school who thought she was all that. I’m going to bleed her out very soon. A guy from college, God’s gift to women. Shot him. A self-proclaimed sex-addict. Hooked him up with someone that made him seem like an amateur, and dropped a ceiling on him in the process. My last supervisor who was, I’m sorry to say, a total nimrod. In my last incubus story he was insulted, abused, bitten, and nearly choked to death. :popcorn:

The good news is, it didn’t really hurt him a bit.
The better news is, I had such a good time writing it.
The best news is, it’s cheaper than therapy or drugs.
I’m not normally spiteful, but hey—the venue is there! So far, the current wip series has a staking, slashing of jugular vein, shotgun blast to the knee, bloodsucking, and decapitation.
And yes, a couple of the characters remind me of people I’ve known.
It’s warmed up this frosty ol’ winter! :tysm:

So come on. Confess. You’ve used people you know in some guise in your stories, haven’t you?
Have you used them badly?
Have you enjoyed it? Tell us about it!