That last life sucked. You need to get better at this game. This pleasurable worth dieing dieing dieing for game. You decide to try something really easy. You go after the really feeble old lady down the street. The one with twenty over fed cats. She hardly ever has family visits. A meals mobile charity service checks up on her twice a week bringing her grocery's. Otherwise she would have died long ago and her cats would have had one last meal off it hehe. She don't even lock her door. You go in late at night. The cats flee from you in fear but they are silent. You find her asleep in her easy chair. Two cats curled up in her lap. You brought a foot long hunting blade. You hold it with both hands and plunge it into her chest with all your force. It goes in deep. She only makes a faint belch like sound and she's dead like that. But it feels nice. Really nice and tingly. You pull the knife out and it sounds like pulling apart dried out brittle leather. You go back home to drink a few beers and celebrate. You write about it in detail on your journal. You are a killer and you love You.