I have a friend that can be crude and creepy with a twist of humor and fear, so with his permission I have decided to write the tested horrors and dark fantastical stories and states he possess. Many of them are thoughts from his mind and some might be real. Be warned for even I fear that if I say the wrong thing or offend him in any way, I will not live much longer. And on that note, the rough drafts description comes to an end, and the writing begins. Now, it's not just him, mind you. He has a twisted entourage, which includes me and three other people. Their names are of no matter now, but you will know them in time. I know I have gone out of order saying the descriptions ended three sentences ago, but then it hit me. A large baseball bat knocked me on the head. Hard. He wants me to give you a small warning and description of him. His name also doesn't matter at this time, but trust me his name will be written. He is a tall, strong man of 18 years. His methods of torture and murder are of unusual means that put fear and sometimes laughter in the victims he, um....collects. He will look for anyone he finds amusing. It could be anything. The way you look, smell, sound or what you do. If you should see a man with a blue and white paracord bracelet, just be wary. Now I will start the drafts of humor and fear.