![]() ![]() He then put her in bed and tucked her in, leaving a note beside her body:īack at home (because "I don't want her to have to face the embarrassment my actions would surely cause her"), Charles angry-fucked his sleeping wife in the chest with his bayonet like a brave Marine. On the evening of July 31, 1966, he went to his mother's apartment to put her to bed, as was his custom, except this time (to "relieve her sufferings") he dug a hole in the back of her head with his hunting knife, then plunged it into her heart. The instructions from the tumor were simple: Don't let it prove you the fool" and "STOP cursing" and "CONTROL your passion DON'T LET IT lead YOU" and "I intend to kill my wife after I pick her up from work." That was the tumor talking - a mass of evil tubes and tissues that was trolling the shit out of his brain. Though his father was a huge dick who enjoyed beating the shit out of his wife and terrorizing his children and insisting that they all play with guns together, Charles was able to keep the old man happy with his good grades and ability to "shoot the eye out of a squirrel at 50 yards." But after failing out of the Marines, Charles developed "hypergraphia" and began compulsively writing inspirational notes to himself, like ""CONTROL your anger. There was, however, one entity that knew exactly what was going on: the massive evil TUMOR that had taken over Whitman's brain.įor a long time, Charles was in charge. He also couldn't understand why cops were firing back and climbing the tower trying to kill him. For the lulz (we hope).īut when his fans started running away shouting "There's a sniper on the tower!" and falling down bleeding, he became confused and kept shooting. High as fuck on valium and dexedrine, enjoying the beautiful views from the Texas University campus Clock Tower wearing a faggy white headband and eating some Spam ( srsly), Charles had a thought: since I happen to have an arsenal of guns with me, I might as well give a little impromptu show. ![]() To doctors: "After I am dead, please cut my head open and stab my tumor in the face."Ĭharles Whitman was a former high score holder and famous Marine IRL sharpshooter who held a demonstration of his amazing long range target shooting skills in Austin, Texas one summer day in 1966 to a crowd of screaming fans and dead bodies. ![]()
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