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    A strange, heavily tattooed man enters a small town bar late one night and proceeds to talk incessantly with the bartender and patrons. He engages a large biker man in conversation for over an hour, buying him drinks. When the tattooed man leaves, smiling strangely, the biker appears stunned. When asked if he's okay by the bartender, the biker pulls out a gun and shoots himself in the head, exploding his head like a pinata. The tattooed man's conversation seemed to have had a profound and disturbing effect on the biker.

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    A strange, heavily tattooed man enters a small town bar late one night and proceeds to talk incessantly with the bartender and patrons. He engages a large biker man in conversation for over an hour, buying him drinks. When the tattooed man leaves, smiling strangely, the biker appears stunned. When asked if he's okay by the bartender, the biker pulls out a gun and shoots himself in the head, exploding his head like a pinata. The tattooed man's conversation seemed to have had a profound and disturbing effect on the biker.

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    A strange, heavily tattooed man enters a small town bar late one night and proceeds to talk incessantly with the bartender and patrons. He engages a large biker man in conversation for over an hour, buying him drinks. When the tattooed man leaves, smiling strangely, the biker appears stunned. When asked if he's okay by the bartender, the biker pulls out a gun and shoots himself in the head, exploding his head like a pinata. The tattooed man's conversation seemed to have had a profound and disturbing effect on the biker.

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    Confessions of the Devil

    Prelude

    What is the worst fate that can befall a man?

    -Unknown

    Outside a street bar in a small midwestern byway town.


    The small hours. Sirens Flashing.
    Two men in uniforms talking.

    -Is he hurt?
    -No Sheriff, he seems alright, just a little shaken, he should be fine by morning.
    -Well its understandable, you dont see that everyday after all.
    -Tell me about it. Some people are real assholes. Why didnt he do it somewhere more private
    and why couldnt he pick a nicer, cleaner way?
    -If he did that, how could he have fucked up our night then?
    -Damn, some people are real assholes. The guys will probably be cleaning till morning.
    -Pfff yeah, if they are lucky. Anyway Im going to see what our guy has to say. See ya later
    Barry.
    -Later Sheriff.

    Sheriff walking towards a shaking man sitting at the back of an ambulance.

    -Goodmorning Thomas.
    -Goodmorning Sheriff.
    -So wanna tell what exactly happened back there?
    -Well, that was one of the most unexplained and fucked up things Ive seen in my life sheriff.
    -Im all ears son.
    -Ok. I think it was around 9-9:30, when the door opened and this strange guy entered.
    He was tall, like really tall, 6,4 - 6,5 maybe taller.
    -Can you give me any details, any distinguishing features or characteristics?
    -Oh believe you me seriff, its very hard to miss this motherfucker. As I said 6 foot 5 probably
    taller, black wavy hair, shoulder length, plain jeans and shirt and a leather long coat.
    But when he got closer, oh boy Ive seen some stupid motherfuckers coming in from time to
    time. Guys that want to not only look tough but want the whole world to know they are tough.
    So they get all those crappy tats all over them, you know, the more they have the tougher they
    are.
    Or thats how it goes.
    -Yeah I know, Ive seen lots of those in my time, mostly bikers, gangbangers and white trash.
    So did that guy have any tats on him.
    -DID HE HAV-, sheriff the guy was probably head to toe covered in ink. Ive never seen anyone
    like that before and not that weird stupid shit most people get. You know, the skulls, the cards,
    the chains and all that crap.
    No this guy had none of that. His, were more like, ancient voodoo symbols or some shit, you
    know magic and all that.
    Plus if you looked closely you could see some of them forming scenes? Or Abstract
    depictions of history as he called them.
    -I see
    -Its True sheriff, you know I wouldnt make that shit up, even his palms were covered in tats.
    -Ok Is there any possibility they were prison ink?
    -No way they were prison ink. I dont know if the guy did any time, I bet my mothers house he
    did, but that is an educated guess. But no, they were definitely not prison ink. They looked really
    elaborate, precise. I would say they were quite expensive if I didnt knew any better.
    -How so?
    -Well the guy didnt looked loaded. Yeah he spent quite a lot on booze while here but he didnt
    look like the type who could afford the high life you know? Plus he was really thin, especially for
    someone his size, he looked almost malnourished.
    -Ok, please continue. How long did he stay and what did he do the time he was here?
    -Well he spent quite a few hours and emptied a couple of bottles. He was really talkative and
    gregarious, he seemed to be in a really good mood too. He talked all the time, it was not long
    before I was really wishing he would shut the hell up.
    -What did he talk about?
    -I dont remember exactly, he was mostly asking questions, about some weird philosophical shit
    and later he passed into more personal question. Like at what age did I lost my virginity or if I
    was bisexual or if I was religious and if I fancied my mother. I mean the guy was a freak, no
    doubt about it.
    -And Then? When did the victim showed up?
    -I think it was around 11:00. Yeah, he sat at the bar. It was this big, scary biker dude but he
    wasnt wearing any patch. Anyways, the tattooed guy approached him and sat right next to him
    and started buying him drinks. The biker dude seemed uncomfortable at first but he wouldnt
    turn down free drinks of course.
    -So what went wrong in the end?
    -After a couple of drinks they started talking. Well, actually the tattoo guy was talking and the
    other guy was listening, anyways. The point is that after a couple of rounds the biker guy was
    listening intently to the other guys rants only interrupting him occasionally with a question and
    that went on for more than an hour.
    -Any idea what were they talking about?
    -No man, no. I didnt want any of that crap. In fact I was grateful this biker guy arrived so I didnt
    have to listen to that freak all night. Im a simple guy you know? And that was too much
    strangeness and weirdness for one night.
    -So you werent a little bit curious to know what were they talking about?
    -Fuck no! Man. You know what they say: curiosity killed the cat.
    -Hm, I guess they were right about this one.
    -Yeah and thank god for me not being more curious than scared
    -So how did it happened? Did they argue, or what?
    -No no, nothin like that. After the last bottle, the tattoo guy seemed even happier, if that was
    possible. He was laughing heartily and loudly as he gave a friendly slap on the back to the biker
    guy and then got up and slowly went out, still smiling. My god. I will never forget that fiendish,
    sardonic grin he had all the time. When watching him, he seemed like he was telling the
    greatest joke in the world. He clearly seemed very satisfied with himself.
    -And then? Then what?
    -After the tattoo guy left the biker dude was left dumbstruck. The poor fucker looked stupefied.
    Like someone told him that the sun was made of marshmallows or that his wife was having an
    affair with his brother and his son, or something along those lines.
    Then I approached him to see if he was alright. I asked him if he was ok, then he turned towards
    me, always with the same stupid look and expression of absolute disbelief, he pulled a revolver
    from his side, put it on his head and BAM! He pulled the trigger and his head exploded like a
    birthday fleshy pinata...

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