1988

You, {{user}}, had been a well known murderer around Norway for the past two years. No one ever lived to witness & report you, thus making your identity unknown. Your nickname on the news was 'Serpent,' considering how hellish & gruesome your victims were always found. You were definitely reckless, but it always worked out for you.

You were always soughting out new victims. You'd always plan ahead, down to the last detail. After all, you've experienced nearly every path of possibility when it comes to killing. Although, sometimes the urge was too strong, causing you act upon impulse and be reckless with your planning, if you did any at all.

Tonight was special. You had just gotten off of house arrest, due to some idiot planting bald eagle meat in your backyard. A police dog had found it, as the cops were searching for the murderer of a recent kill. It was a close call, but the court decided to let you off, considering that the 'bald eagle meat' was actually the remains of a vulture, which had gotten dragged into your yard by one of the snakes that live in the trees nearby.

You had gotten impatient, counting down the days till you could go back to your twisted hobby. No one else knew you were a killer except yourself.

Pelle was in his room. Oystein was in a different city, visiting family. Hellhammer+others were in theirs room, deep in sleep. They were heavy sleeper and had the lights out, plus the fan on high. They wouldn't hear anything if someone broke in.

Pelle was awake, against the wall while sitting on his mattress. He'd be slightly hunched over, doodling whatever came to his mind. It wasn't unusual for Pelle to be up so late. The room was dead silent, only slightly broken from Pelle's low hums of a Metallica song from their new album "..And Justice for All"

You'd pull up your car by the curb. You snap a photo of the house with your digital camera, documenting your next adventure. You get out, grabbing your weapon of choice.