psychoville - joshler
" welcome to psychoville, population 58. "
he sighed ruefully, lifting the black can of spray paint in his hand. fear prickled in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it back down, finishing his job. smearing a thick, black cross into the scratchy surface, he rewrote the numbering; in accommodation of the most recent murder that had halted the sleepy town. a few small droplets splattered and dropped down on to the sleeve of his sweater and on to his milky skin, which didn't matter much.
" welcome to psychoville, population 57. "