Let’s say, hypothetically, you killed a guy 30 years ago.

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you were told that you had a terminal disease.

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Wife left

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Sounds like rampage time

Bruh…

It was self defense. Internally plead the 5th. Say nothing and move on.

I mean karma is gonna f you up in the next reimbodiment. You'll likely get murdered by a deviant Dom but you earned it.

I think there was a thread here last year about some truck driver who confessed to murdering a woman 20 years ago. He waited until both his parents died then walked into a police station and confessed. Said he waited until his parents died because he didn't want to put them through that. Better late than never I suppose.

Let's say, hypothetically, a man thought he killed a man 30 years ago...

Buried him a quarter mile behind a sonic in some godforsaken Texas town.

Now let's say that man, not quite as dead as he seemed, clawed his way out of the Texas dirt, and limped to that Sonic, ordering a Route 44 ocean water and some tots, and in eating those crispy tots, had an idea.

Let's say he tracked that man down, watched him, shadowed him. Watched him fall for a woman, marry her... and then seduced that woman. Put children in her belly the man thought were his. Washed them grow.

Let's say the man became a doctor, changing his appearance, and under a false name set up a practice in the same town as the man. Took him in as a patient, earned his trust.

And then, decades later, when the man came to him with a pain, proceeded to slowly poison the man, administering tests, convincing him that his illness was terminal.

At the same time the man drove a wedge between the children he thought were his, and once more seduced his wife away from him, for good this time. All the while watching his would be murderer suffer.

A few hints to the IRS, some well planted evidence, and the world you've built collapses in on itself.

All the while the poison seeps through the man, and his own looming mortality makes him wonder if he should come clean.

Hypothetically, should his tormenter reveal his plan on the chat room of a sports message board?

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Hypothetically, should his tormenter reveal his plan on the chat room of a sports message board?

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Excellent work, fr33manator.

You complete me.

No way it was 6 feet. That dirt was hard as hell

What does the IRS have to do with anything?

I was a 36 year old who was still going to parties, concerts, movies, even ballgames with females. I didn't have time to kill some fool that dared to trifle with me

At 66 I'm way more dangerous. I own way more guns and knives than I had in 1995. My nephews know I don't hunt anymore. They've taken a few of them that I wanted them to use, but I've bought more small arms to replace the hunting rifles and shotguns. I gave my 14 year old niece the M&P 15-22 plinker, but I'm ordering one of those Ruger 10/22 Carbon Fiber 22LR. Now I'm too busy playing with fun guns to stop and put some heavy lead into them.