A story of words--Matt Wrote this with Jason

    Under the bleak luminance of the full moon, the faceless killer stalked through the streets humming a deathly ballad. He couldn't wait to try out his new contraption; the decapitation knife. All he had to do was find his prey and assassinate them. He wandered the alleyways, looking for some drunkards or crackheads that he could easily eliminate without any trace. He saw a foamy beer left on the ground; it indicated that he was close. He quickened his pace, hoping to encircle his prey. He sees the brawny collosus that is his prey, and licks his lips, anticipating the kill. "This could be harder than I thought", he worried, "But I'm always up for a good challenge." He ran up to the man, slashing at his tibia, hoping to disable him. The man keeled over in excrutiating pain, yelling out. But alas, it was too late for him, as the killer slashed into his rib cage, slicing bones and flesh all the same. Blood poured out from his wounds, and he fell to the ground, not quite dead yet. The killer wasn't finished though; he needed his prize, so he pulled out his new decapitiation knife. He chopped the man's head clean off, blood squirting out of both ends. He then walked casually to his car, the vacuum on his shelf now filled with his new knick knack. "A good night's work."