War Journal: Entry Number 2

[Ov Terror]

~War Journal: Entry Number 2~

 

Date: October 18th, 2007

Subject: The Clash, Devil's Due, Subliminal

Author: Tall Guy Ov Terror

 

Welcome to the second entry of the "War Journal", I decided to once again write this article because these days I have alot on my mind. So I plan on getting to it right now, starting with some shocking and sad things I saw on Turmoil involving my former assistant Manny. It seems Manny feels he is no longer right for this world and tried to take his own life this past Monday night. You have no idea how much this saddens me. I am going to do something I normally don't do and tear down the 7th and a half wall right now. When I saw Manny trying to kill himself the other night, my heart fell to the pit of my stomach. I never thought that idiot was so helpless he can't even do that right. Seriously how hard is it to kill yourself? He even had help on more then one occasion and he still couldn't do it. You people get on me for firing him, but look at that mess! The one thing he is good at is not being good at anything. He sucks at life, denies air from someone who truly deserves it and just a piece of crap all around. I hope you suceed soon Manny, I think we are all getting tired of hearing your crying about me firing your worthless ass.

 

Enough of that douche, onto another one. The Pinata brained, sombrero dancing, tequila worm humping, chiuaua rear sniffing joblet, Carlos Cruz. Now we have been going back and forth for weeks as of late, you trying to call us women, us beating on you like we were blindfolded fat kids trying to get the candy out that head of yours. But it needs to stop. Everything. The pissing in your coke. The pissing on your burritos. The pissing in your wrestling boots. It all needs to stop. This is what I propose to you, how about you lose the dishwasher gloves, the lawnmower and give the Devil his Due. At Devil's Night, you will be my first victory here in what I am calling "The Mexican't Massacre". Anything goes here Los, anything. Blood, Burritos and Tears will be shead as the Devil'd Bad Egg (see what i did there) gets his due.

 

Let's talk about Subliminal Advertising, and when I say "Let's" I mean I am going to talk about it and you idiots are going to read it. The term Subliminal means "Below the threshold of conscious perception, especially if still able to produce a response "

 

For weeks (too long) now we have all seen these "subliminal" (stupid) messages thrown here and there by someone (probably a midget) who clearly has it (a hardon) for me and the rest of the Dogs (we rule). This guy (midget) has made it very clear (subliminally clear) he is a history (and barbie) buff, hellbent on exacting (annoying) revenge on me and his former mentor (probably fired for being 'like' Manny). I want to let the person (whose probably wearing pink panties) know that I have only been here for a short while (and haven't won a match yet) (Hey, your supposed to be working for me!) (Right sorry) Ahem.. I have only been here for a short while so all these references your cleverly (the wit of a paper clip) making are practically wasted (like your mother when she was pregnant with you) on me. So why don't you be a man (midget) and stop hiding (not well) behind some lil words (You can't spell for crap) and take the Dogs head on.

 

To finish this edition of the 'War Journal' I just want to say, as stated last week, I will be at the Clash regardless of me having a match. The same goes for next week's Turmoil. Myself, along with the other DOW's will be in full force and have major plans unfolding.

 

~unplug~

[Kavito]

Keep it up.

[Nathan Gaines]

Very nicely done. I enjoy these Entries as it keeps DoW in the limelight so to speak