Oz The Gweat And Tewwible

	Brandon Patrick seemed like a nice enough guy. Many people would tell you he was. The fact of the matter was, Brandon Patrick was a fucking psychopath. Good and evil are just broken terms used to justify or vilify; such descriptions wouldn't have meant much to him in any case. The simple truth was, Brandon Patrick was a fucking shark. He was a terrorist, a killer. He was a dark, ominous predator, gliding through the streets like some lustful vampire, out for blood. He was a virus, and he meant to infect you with every last, abhorrent, dying breath.

	Why he did the things he did, it did not matter. Brandon Patrick, to spell things out for those curious, was the most vicious, unrelenting, obscene serial killer in the entire tri-state area. He was a mere 32 years old, and he had already brutally murdered 17 people. He murdered them with gleeful savagery, and while he did not care overtly for sexual relations, he felt a perverse physical stirring in his loins every time he took a life, every time he hurt someone, The truth, stripped down to the barest of facts, was that he was a sadist, a man with  a flowery visage hiding behind a decrepit heart. People say, not without some semblance of truth, that Adolf Hitler was the biggest, baddest, most hellbound man to ever walk the Earth. Well, Adolf Hitler, if he ever had the chilling experience of meeting Brandon Patrick, would shit his pants.