Okay, so I'm sitting here watching TV. The story line is that there's this psycho psychiatrist out there who's killing his patients.
All of them have certain phobias that they were trying to overcome. He tells them that he can help them, but instead kills them using the very thing that they fear.
All of his victims are newcomers to the city, having moved away to a place where they have no family and no connections, trying to make a new start for themselves. Making them especially vulnerable.
And what city are they all newcomers to?
Portland.
Moral of the story: therapist are teh ebil.
3 comments:
Not unless you kill him right back!
The latest "OMG I have to live there!" place for me is Alaska.
But now they have that 30 Days of Night movie. Greeaaatttt.
You know, in good old L.A., you'll just get shot in a riot. No muss, no fuss. No phobias.
T.H.
daferret: as I am not of the Forsaken, methinks that, once killed, I'd not be able to retaliate directly.
Perhaps I could come back as a cat in my next life, and poop in said killer's shoes. Of course, that too may result in a sudden and violent death, but the expression on his face when he dons said shoe might be worth it.
Torias: OR I could get killed in one of those awesomely overly-dramatized earthquakes, the kind that open gaping holes in asphalt and swallow entire skyscrapers whole!
...oh wait, those only happen in Hollywood...
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