April 2008 Archives
My activities have been put on hold of late due to a minor injury. However, this has had the benefit that 3 weeks of "time off" of sorts has given me time to grow a beard, which while not done every time, does have its uses. The primary reason is that despite faith in my own planning abilities, it's never possible to completely eliminate the prospect of witnesses. As such, having an appearance different to my normal look, in the short term at least, enables a layer of extra protection. Once the deed is done, shaving the beard lessens the impact of anyone who might provide a description. While I have friends and colleagues who'd of course notice the change in appearance, given I only choose victims with no direct link to me, there's no reason for them to make a connection.
The downside of my time off means my urge to find another target has only been building. I may soon need to decide whether to continue the hunt locally and do the job properly, with my preferred level of tracking, or else venture far afield for a random.
This is something that has always faintly perplexed me. In a world with a reasonable number of killers, the number of random murders always seems disproportionately low. Of course I could well be projecting my own somewhat distorted sense of reality onto the wider world, but I don't believe I am. Then again of course, I wouldn't. My point is that it's incredibly simple to get in the car of an evening in new clothes, drive to a moderately distant town, stroll around somewhere relatively deserted, slit someone's throat, bag them up, leave them in a dumpster, ditch the clothes and weapon on the way home, and no-one's any the wiser. That's far less satisfying than a proper hunt, but still passable.
But I digress. I hope it won't come to that this time - I'll hold off as best I can. There are one or two persons of interest I've noticed of late, but I don't want to go into detail until they...ripen.
The downside of my time off means my urge to find another target has only been building. I may soon need to decide whether to continue the hunt locally and do the job properly, with my preferred level of tracking, or else venture far afield for a random.
This is something that has always faintly perplexed me. In a world with a reasonable number of killers, the number of random murders always seems disproportionately low. Of course I could well be projecting my own somewhat distorted sense of reality onto the wider world, but I don't believe I am. Then again of course, I wouldn't. My point is that it's incredibly simple to get in the car of an evening in new clothes, drive to a moderately distant town, stroll around somewhere relatively deserted, slit someone's throat, bag them up, leave them in a dumpster, ditch the clothes and weapon on the way home, and no-one's any the wiser. That's far less satisfying than a proper hunt, but still passable.
But I digress. I hope it won't come to that this time - I'll hold off as best I can. There are one or two persons of interest I've noticed of late, but I don't want to go into detail until they...ripen.
