Journal's Log: October 30 (Entry One)

[I_Am_Rorschach]

Journal's log: October 30,

My bed is drenched with sweat from the constant nightmares I've been having. It's normal around this time of year. Halloween is coming. Little kids think it's cute to dress up as me and get their heavy dosage of cavities on a stick. Heh, serves the little bastards right. They can never be me, no matter how much they try. I dare one of the little punks to knock on my door. They're certainly gonna get a piece of candy all right...a jawbreaker. Heh.

[Middle Eastern Terrorist]

Your little american bastards fill ther fat stomachs, while MY children are starving. They have to suck the teat of a goat for nurishment!





We don't even HAVE female goats!

[I_Am_Rorschach]

Heh, your words amuse me.

If The Comedian were still alive, he'd punch you and laugh in your face.

[Adrian Foley]

Heh, there was Halloween Costume Contest Swing Night at the Tap on Thursday night and there was a fellow dressed like Rorschach. He paraded (Walked) across the dance floor, stood still, and hardcore break-danced. It was kickass.

[Skeletor]

All of your constant complaining is pointless, soon this entire planet will belong to me. Then you won't have to worry about your damn candy any more, because in my world there is no candy. None.