What is it like to kill?

What is it like to kill?

I know some of you sick fucks are on here. I'm talking about those of who actually enjoyed killing (accidental or not). So, what was it really like for you?

Bumperino

gake and fay

Just like switching a light off for me now.

my dark passenger will do what it pleases

People who say this never did it at short distance.

I bit into her... That sweet metallic taste coating my tongue, filling my mouth. She never tasted sweeter. Her eyes shot open, shocked out how deep my teeth were sinking into her neck. She probably thought this was just another one of my sexual games. She was so wrong--I jerked my head to the right, bringing a chunk of her neck with me. Blood spewed from her carotid and I bathed in it, trying to catch it in my mouth like a toddler in a sprinkler. Her screams were the best part, OP... The screaming is the best part...

I regret killing that fly man dont kill... Ever

Autismus prime

This belongs to fanfiction

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stabbing someone is like ripping a open a bottle of milk, but without milk jugging out, it's thier life. They scream at first, as the pain spikes, then look you in the eyes in fear of death, they claw thier wound, make some last sudden movements and at the end grasp for air as thier brain shuts off due to lack of oxigen. Thats it, time to clean up.

lol please.

wanna see the video?

Ples

lol please

hey champ, excited for summer vacation?

give me your adress, will produce one then.

you wont do it, faggot

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN

I feel pity for you, desperate edgelord.

>edgy kid writes about shit that never happened

As someone who has being stabbed twice, I can tell you tgat you are full of shit. Didn't hurt till I was in ER and didn't feel it till adrenaline wore off.

Go be fat and edgy some place else

It's like looking at a screen and then telling someone where to point their death and then next client and next client. It's not particularly real.

Call Bullshit, you didn't even die.

Is this the salty spatoon?

Valid point

faye and gak

terrible. after close to 20 years of therapy i still have nightmares about it. the worst part was it was an accident, one that will literally haunt me everywhere i go

Must show video fag

You'll have an opportunity when the election happens. It'll be a killing spree against liberals and will be great

Are you accusing someone of not being dead?

I've never killed someone but I'm guessing it's just a huge fucking adrenalin rush, it's not some super fucking deep shit like these faggots say it is.Probably edgy fucking 15 year old fags

yag dna ekaf

My trips have spoken.

It's basically like a good nut, you do it you're done, feel slight regret. Get over that regret really fast and you're on your way.

Hi FBI. I'm sure glad you guys are protecting our freedoms! Keep up the good work!

The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.

Its awkward, scary, funny, exciting and sometimes kind of squishy. First time you shit diamonds for years because of paranoia but it wears off. Eventually you take more risks to feel paranoid again. This is part of the addiction.

Do tell stories, being vague like this leaves us other anons hanging

>be 18
>just graduate hs . summer time fun
>try to keep in shape , run on the beach for an hour early mornings
>random july morning hot as balls. going over the walk path . some other random dude is running too
> hear some noises coming from the dunes about 50 yards away
>nod to older dude late 30's-40's ish looks like.
>as we get closer hear cries of help me help me and old lady cries
>some homeless crazy dude is raping some old lady as we sprint over the dunes
>dude tackles raper as I let off a soccer kick to the dome
>secure old lady and try and comfort her as best as possible. fucking sickening this scum bag what he did to her. blood running down her thighs . really fucking pissed and adrenaline is pumping
>hear old homeless dude getting up
>fuck dat shit kick his legs out from under neath him
>stomp with all my might on his chest
>rut ro jpg that was not his chest but his neck
>gasp gasp putter putter RIP RAPIST
>Shiut FML my life is ruined holy fuck are you ok FML FML FML x infinity
>old dudes says take the lady home I got this
>take lady home . here this will calm our nerves. We each take a stiff shot of brandy. she thanks me profusely while crying the entire time. says she will never speak a word of this to anyone . I leave thinking im fucked
>go to work just waiting for cops to come in and arrest me any moment . Work at a walgreens at the time
>see like 5 cops throughout the day . nothing happens
>fucking nightmares and paranoia for months every day
>6 months go bye less and less . eventually years
>forget about it completely for a decade or so
>of all things fucking an escort and she asks what my deepest darkest secret is . holy fuck remember that fateful july day . make up some bullshit I was a bully story instead
>fucking nightmares of that woman crying and frantically screaming only this time we dont get there in time type of shit .
>images of him stopping breathing etc
>fucking hookers gets you in the feels mang
everytime

story now

Damn.

it's like reaching orgasm in some ugly whore feels great but the second after you have finished you are filled with regret and shame. And the fear of your loved ones finding out what you have done.

Would you kindly fuck off you cringy retard.

This seems like an accurate description.

Stories, man. Stories.

Killing somone is not and i REPEAT NOT something you want to do or mentally capable of handling at least if youre an average individual like myself, yes i know there are unicorns that do and blah blah blah fuck you w/e
i accidentally killed my best friend 4 years ago
when it had initially happened and he stopped moving i felt an insane sense of joy because int he moment i hated him and im not sure if i really understood that fact that i had actually taken his life
we were actually out for his girlfriends birthday we had both gotten pretty blasted and were having fun until his girl kissed me which i will admit was mostly my fault i had liked this chick for a long time prior to this shit but never acted on it with the thought fuckit if hes happy im happy but idk why i couldnt just contain myselft hat night he caught us in the act and a battle of name calling started and a bunch of shit neither of us meant was said at least in the long run nothing i truly meant was said
i ended up picking at him just barely too much andhe broke he fucking lost it and started attacking me we fist fought for what felt like an hour but in reality was only a couple minutes i ended up slaming him against the side/bumper of a moving car and that was that i remember being overjoyed like yea now this bitch is mine while she ran over to see if he was ok
and that is the ppoint where my life has spiraled into this crazy coma state where i dont feel alive yet i dont feel dead i cant sleep cause once i get comfortable the sound of him slamming against the car comes to my mind and fucking haunts me
ive tried everything to sleep multiple different drugs and so forth iahvnt become a junkie if thats what youre wondering shit i would with how much it numbs the pain but i have family that cares too much for me andi cant see myself causing them pain because im a pussy and cant handle the shit ive done in my life i try to be a man and accept whats done is done but it never fucking works

>like a toddler in a sprinkler

my first time killing was the best, i thought if i just dismiss a fly for a pest and kill it i could do the same for a man or women. but be careful with the blood,shit could be rampant with AIDS or HIV

I shot probably 5 guys at distance with nothing but a smile on my face. Its the small rooms in front of your face that you dont ever forget

im haunted every day but i somehow manage to squeak by day to day i fucking wish i could takeback what i did but inthe end im just a worthless piece of shit that murdered his best friend

If real. shit. So the old dude "took care" of the homeless dudes body disposal? Also, how long ago was this?

Well it was annoying me a lot so I waited for the opportune moment and caught the fucker in a glass. I then opened the glass quickly and smashed the cunt with an Argos catalogue.

Felt good, little fucker stopped trying to touch my starslush after that

Prob fiction, but stories are fun. How do you get away with that shit? And do you not feel regret?

dude, I have no fucking idea what you just said there.

Nearly 400 words and not a single fucking period, holy shit.

judging by that little fantasy you wrote, i bet the only thing you've bitten into is diabetes and obesity

sorry grammar isnt a thing for me i dropped out of school never grasped the concept in school also this is Sup Forums fuck off with your actual faggot self

Ummmmm........no. No police investigation, etc.?

I went back after leaving the old ladies house and fucking sand was all fucking over . you could tell something had happened but not what . it was like 20 minutes later and no clue what happened , never saw the dude ever again and saw the lady once at the super market 2-3 years after it happened. ducked behind a display and peaced the fuck out of there and never shopped at that market again.

Happened well over a decade ago . Not going to reveal an accurate time frame doe

Go back to true crime tumblr, sport.

why don't you just kys

Wind check, range, snap, move, range, snap, snap, move, repeat. No big deal.

Im full of regret. I was initially a dump truck operator in western Australia and some guys i worked with had a friend of a friend who apparently could get people dumpy jobs in papua new guinea. About five of us gave our resumes to him almost as a joke not expecting to get hired. All 5 of us did. Cont?

I work security for a long time in a bad part of Milwaukee. We had a couple of guys come up to the door in the back that I was guarding. At first it didn't seem like they wanted trouble but afterwards when I told them they couldn't come inside to use the bathroom they started throwing all kinds of racial slurs at me. It was about 15 minutes later when they started shooting at me. I immediately panicked. I pissed in my pants but I didn't know it at the time. I had put about fifteen hundred rounds through my Taurus at the time. It was the big Raging Bull. I wore it on my head because I wanted to feel cool. My step out from behind the wall that I've been hiding behind pointed in their Direction and started to squeeze the trigger. I heard one of them cry out and saw the other one run. I called on my radio for backup and called nine-one-one. It wasn't until much after the cops had locked down the scene then I found out I'd killed the kid on the right. The bullet went through the cinder block wall and struck him in the shoulder. I was arrested. My gun was confiscated. I spend a lot of time that night thinking about the kid's life and everything that he wouldn't do after that. I felt bad for about 20 minutes. Then I decided that I shouldn't care.

Yeah, he's faking being alive. Killing someone gives you a sixth sense for knowing whether people are died or not. It even works across the internet, it's what makes it so good.

Hip not head. The fuck google

i was seven and my alcoholic father handed me a loaded gun to play with. He didnt warn me at all and i thought it would be cool to play cowboys and indians with a real gun. I shot my five year old sister in the head. the sound the gun made was louder than anything ive heard in my entire life. my mom couldnt look at me for years and even now she barely talks to me. Ive been in and out of psychiatric wards due to ptsd, major psychotic depression and all that and i still see a therapist 4 times a week.

I'm not sure I killed him. He was down, quiet and motionless. Didn't seem to breathe. I had been jumping on his chest and face for what felt like minutes. Lots of cuts, scrapes and definately broken nose, jaw and several teeth.
But I don't know if he died. It's been 19 years. I thought about it and felt guilty, ashamed, for a couple of months. Then it went away. Haven't really thought of it since.
I was angry. Then I felt guilt and shame. By now I'm sorta indifferent. I hope he died, but I also hope I didn't kill him.
Or am I even making sense?

Si senor.

I didnt actively try to kill someone but I saw someone die and was partially responsable

>14 at summer camp with the YMCA
>Kayaking for 2 weeks through the San Juan islands
>About 10 or so of us in double kayaks
>The group immediately turned into with one kid who was kida weird and didnt really fit in

>We are almost done with the trip I think 3 days left and we are camped out on Sucia island and its got huge cliffs on either side and a low sandy part in the middle
>Hike up to watch the sunset
>Kid gets the bright idea to try to climb down the cliffs trying to impress the group
>Everyone is yelling at him to get back up
>Me and another kid reach out to try to grab his hands and he takes a step up the the whole ledge he was standing on crumbles away and he rolls like a ragdoll down onto the rocks below.

Fuck man hadnt thought about that one in a while.....

obviously a police investigation happened i killed him no i will not link you any details on it
i come from a decently wealthy family that paid for me to get out of almost all charges got reduced to disorderly in the end

Sperglord

because i live in my parents house im not a monster i just accidently killed my best friend im not a morally fucked person

wow, so edgy.

Killed small animals when I was young. Like between 13 and 15. Two cats and a bunch of frogs. Never got much out of it, honestly.

I decided against it. Fuck you guys, this is too close to home and i can still be incriminated over it

I killed someone in self defense. He went to his car to get a gun to shoot me because he was drunk and thought I was checking out his nigger girlfriend. As soon as he pulled it out I shot him till he stopped. That was the first time. I felt like shit. But the second time someone tried jacking me at a red light so I grabbed my gun out of my car holster and killed him. That time I felt good.

I let some one die and don't really feel one way or the ther anymore.

>Car drives of ferry (my dads)
>Im in the cabin and see it
>go after ghim and yank the door open (stupid but 18 at the time)
>water [ressure forces the door closed just as I stick my hand in to grab the man
>get dragged under with the car
>Need to decide too leave him be and get myself to the surface
>Leave him

Tried as hard as possible, he was 87 years old, still wearing his seatbelt the next day he was dragged up.

I was more shocked about myself dying than him being dead. It's not fun but it wore off pretty fast. It's not exactly killing some one but i figured i might share.

Also there are a lot of blanks because of the adrenaline and i would imagine killing some one is the same.

You already admitted what you did. No reason to stop.

Obvious bullshit

Lmao...

Edgy fag fiction supreme

>fight to death becasue of a bitch
>not morally fucked
pick one

what state do you live in? shit happens a lot in georgia bc dumb parents keep their guns loaded and unlocked

meh killing's the same thing as killing a pig for food, you watch the life slip from them and their eyes begin to dry and turn white and they just die now what you do with the body is up to you.

if it´s so meh to you, when did you do it and why?

dont fuck with my head like that just because i had a drunken fight im not morally fucked and it wasnt intended to be tot he death it was just afight

Trauma surgeon here. Feels weird. knowing you just ended a life. kinda bad bro.

I used to shoot the frogs and what not that would live in my family pool during the winter when my dad and I wouldnt clean it. (9 yo just about) Used a bb gun with no bb and just pumped it full of air then blasted them with air from close range. Or shoot birds with bbs. Never felt anything either, maybe mild amusement/fascination with the organs.

Shot my brother once too but on accident. Hit his leg. He took it like a champ though considering he was 7 or so.

indiana.

Depends on what kind of person you are. Everyone and i mean EVERYONE has a different reaction when watching a real persons life perish right before their very eyes. Its even worse/more different when its because of your actions. Some people get literal natural highs off of it. Like a rush off it may it be a power trip or just exerting ill will. For some its more natural, like smoking a cigarette. After all there does exist professional killers all over the world that just live and get paid for the simple act of killing. If its due to an accident 99% says you are going to regret it or feel bad about it the rest of your life. You unintentionally took a life that mattered to others away. Something like that will always be engraved into your mind. People that are in the military can go 50/50. I've seen plenty of former highschool classmen get deployed after 9/11, and a lot that actually shot and killed people, were scarred because of it. Internally they just cant handle it. Then theres the hard ass Alphas that can actually take a life and not think twice about it because it was for the 'greater good'. Just all depends on where you came from, how you were raised, etc.

Personally i used to have this weird phenomena where when i used to live with my ex she had a shitty dog, a pit/chow mix. Dumbest and meanest dog i have ever met. When she used to be out and away and it was just me and that dog, i used to enjoy torturing it. I know so edgy omgomg but for some reason just hurting it gave me a rush. A physical rush that made me feel stronger than any pre workout or anything could possibly give. Note I have NEVER gotten satisfaction over cruelty to animals of any kind, but good god i loved hurting this dog i hated so much i would imagine people that actually take real human lives feel rushes that are similar but probably even greater along with greater risk.

You fucking murdered your best fucking friend.

You said it yourself you were happy the instant after, you're utter scum. You didnt kill because you had to, you didnt kill because you wanted to, you killed because you could. And not even an enemy, or attacker, or whatever, you straight up murdered your best friend in a drunken rage.

How do you even live with yourself?

>I was going to add a 'kill yourself' image to this post, but that would be too easy for what you did

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This is probably the realest reply in this thread. Nice user.

I'm supposed to feel something? I mean I guess releaved that I finished off someone that had it out for me I dunno...

Retard

It's like being better than the rest of the world. Having complete power, it's comparable to a drug.

wow 3edgy5me, gtfo here faggot

fuck all of you this is why i hate Sup Forums all you fuckin niggers gotta fuck with my head and ruin my day IM NOT A FUCKING MURDERER

fuck


if it makes you feel better you managed to land a headshot that young, damn dude