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Post by mallory on Jun 12, 2010 11:59:20 GMT
 i don't know about you lot, but here in brighton, england we're living in the middle of a brand, spanking new tv set for a brand, spanking new crime series. our polices officers are getting confused by all the other 'police officers' roaming around the streets in their set uniforms. pretty much everything has been put on hold for this new program and in brighton things are getting a little more hectic during the summer holidays than usual. there's at least five times more people than usual; including all the foreign people who flock here- brighton, the seaside tourist attraction. now though, it seems more... polluted and there's a vast array of people. the native brightonians aren't too sure that they like the idea and concept of having 'drama' on their doorsteps, and one individual in particular hasn't taken too kindly to the whole scenario.
you see, this new crime, drama, whatever you want to call it, series, is all about murders taking place; performed by a serial killer with an amazing ability to keep his identity a secret. you could say that he's like dexter? but he's better. a fuck load better. but anyway, i'm straying and that's just the tv.
in reality this individual is copying the show and turning brighton into a bloody scene. people are dieing in mysterious and inventive ways and that native brightonians believe it's all the show's fault.
but me?
i'm a better serial killer. i won't get caught.
hello. my name is lachlan edgar sinclair; anakin maddix lavezzi; alejandro edward d'eath and james nero saxon. i'm supposed to be dead, but, you see, i have this...
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