I met up with my friend Jack today. He was looking kind of pale, even orangish. I didn't know what to say to him, it'd been almost a year since we last saw each other. He was rather expressionless. Without much feeling I did the only sensible thing. I stabbed him, repeatedly, right in the top of the head. As I sawed my way through the skull I made an almost perfect ring and ripped his cap open without remorse. Still blank faced he just sat there. I peered down into his body. Bits of gut and and sinew and inner flesh called out to me. I plunged my hand inside of him, ripping out gobs of slimy innards. shlop shlup Handful after handful of every part of his insides started filling up in a pile next to me. As I got to the last of it I used my scrapping tool to cleave the edges of his inner skin. I wanted to make sure there was nothing left to rot. He just sat there, never budging, never saying a word, still no hint of feeling on the outside. I took my blade and carefully etched him a new face. Poking holes here and there. Eventually I sliced several permanent openings for all to see. Now he would smile forever. I took his new stature and I put it on public display. Not as a warning but as a message for all that is was that time of year again, it was time to celebrate. Picture for reference.