“Satanic Carnival Cult”
I listen to a lot of stuff online while I’m working. Most of it’s music, but when it’s not, some of it’s interesting, some of it’s boring, and some of it’s weird or fucked up. Usually things of the latter nature don’t phase me. I mean I know if I’m listening to a documentary about a murderer or something it’s probably gonna be bad and I expect it. But today something really fucked me up, for none of the normal reasons.
Here was the chain of events.
(These are real events, which took place in Indiana in 1992 should you be so inclined to look into them for yourself.)
“Satanic Carnival Cult” approached by man who wants to join. They reject him. He’s upset, decides to blackmail a cult of sociopaths into letting him in, with evidence of previous murder. They see the error of their murdering ways, tell him “Heya Sweet Cheeks, come on down to the carnival after hours and we’ll initiate you ASAP. Don’t forget the dip cowboy ;D” (I’m paraphrasing.)
Genius decides to ignore common sense and all the wisdom contained in the whole expanse of the Scooby Doo universe. Shows up to carnival, cult asks him to mount makeshift initiation altar. Genius agrees, after which point he is brutally murdered. They tied and gagged him, carved an upside down cross from neck to pelvis while he was conscious, slit his throat, took turns cutting up his torso, dismembered his head and hands, set him on fire, then dumped his body in a field.
Then they went to Arby’s, and had themselves some classic roast beef sandwiches.
I don’t know what to do with that information.
I thought that was the most fucked up part of the story. What does that say about me as a person, when the worst part of a horror story is that they were not only hungry afterwards, but that they went to Arby’s? What does that say about them?
They committed a horrific ritual murder and then they just went out to eat at a mediocre sandwich chain.
Evil incarnate eats at Arby’s.
The fucking Devil cast his lot on Earth, scored big, then went out and got a goddamned patty melt that’s just a little dry for something smothered in cheese.
I will retain this information as evidence to refute any moron who thinks people are inherently good. Nothing once good ever does something that horrible, then grabs a bite somewhere even worse.
Nobody.


















