My story is an angry one, i was a bastard son of a thousand excellent evil dudes & my bitch mother Amanda, she knew i was twisted & fucked up when i tortured and ate insects at three weeks old for a laugh, as i grew up, i moved higher in the chain of animal slaughtering in intersting & original new ways (again just for a laugh) i saw no reason to not carry on torturing and getting a kick out of misery all through to my adult life, i just saw it as so much fun!, i developed my own torture devices & built my labyrinth in an old abandonned boiler room, things were going great, until the runts of elm street ganged up & burnt me alive, the cunts, they didn't seem to get the joke...but this was not the end, i patched in to their offsprings nightmares and managed to take out a few, sucking glynn in to a bed & spitting him out (that was fun) and theiving that bitch Mrs Thompson from her sleep, but her bitch daughter Nancy slipped the ranks ...I went back to the drawing board, got in to amatuer golf for a while, then decided to return and take over the body of the young lad at the Thompson residence Jessy, he was a good lad actually done me justice, until his bitch girlfreind took him out of me, its always the fucking women innit! ...pissed off, feeling low and dissillusioned i went back to nightmares, this time just the basics, i suceeded in getting a few of the elm street maggotts in a mental hospital, where everyone thought they we were dangerous to themselves and therefore gave them sedation (party on!) i slaughtered a few, but guess who came back, Nancy, that fucking bitch, i cant beleive she fucked my shit up twice, she died for it this time but a few of the maggotts got away only to be caught in the end. Next up Alice, another female interupted my perfectlley good killing spree by theiving they're good powers and controlling her dreams to attack me, they still dont seem to be getting the joke that this is what i do!...i then converted to a different strategy of using a mini-freddy to strike at people & eventually dabbled a little more in nightmares before i was finally killed by those fucking runts, the bastards got me, yes its true...BUT I RETURNED! three cheers for Freddy in Wes Cravens new script, it seemed to bring me in to the next dimension, where i had a chance to kill Heather Lagenkamp & even Robert Englund; some guy that looks kind of similar to me in my mortal days but not quite as sexy, i guess i fucked it up again, killed by Nancy (aka Heather Lagenkamp) and her little runt of a son...never the less I used this oppurtunity to return again, finding Crystal Lakes & fooling that twat Jason in to beleiving I was his mummy, he went on an awesome massacre for me down on elm street, people started to remember Freddie and I grew strong enough to start fresh slaughtering, but that twat Jason got greedy, starting taking my customers and that really fucked me off, I'm the daddy not some prick in a hockey mask, we fought, he won, or atleast he thought...
I have now joined myspace to re-enter your nightmares, seeing as how you losers spend so much time on the net, there's no telling when you'll drift off reading this profile and out i'll come and get some fuckin action, actually this is more of a shout out as I'm having a real hard time getting back in to nightmares, join my freind space, give me strength and then the fun can begin all over again! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Pimp-My-Profile
