Last Breath

Imagine the place where you will draw your last breath.  No one consciously thinks about this, but some place on earth there's that very spot. 

My victim had no idea that his last fleeting moments will be spent in this dark place having his life force snuffed out of him.  There is no time for him to repent the despicable acts that he committed during his life. 

Mr. Tiddles loves to hear his victims confess their sins against humanity and other creatures on Earth.  This is their attempt to be absolved.     

They're Singing for Absolution...

For this victim and others like him...There is no LIGHT at the END of this tunnel.

Another Use for City Sewer Systems

A sewer is a wonderful place to quickly stash a body.  Mr. Tiddles will come back to claim his victim once there is a more permanent resting place found.  No one will find the body because municipal workers aren't paid enough to search through every inch of a city sewer system.   Let the sewer rats have a feast!!!    

GANG SIGNS

Mr. Tiddles loves kidnapping gang members and torturing them.  Shoving bloody red rags down a Crip gang member's throat until he asphyxiates is total irony.   

Making a Blood gang member drink and swallow Blue colored Drano is a hilarious quirk of fate.  As he coughs up blue liquid and red blood mixed together just before his ultimate demise.

The Crips and the Bloods are two gangs at WAR!!!

Well Mr. Tiddles is waging a WAR of his own against humanity.  OH Please !!! These gang members are just amateurs compared to me!!!

Petrol Station Slaying

Mr. Tiddles whispers to his victim...You know there is NO WAY OUT...

He whispers back the question through his gag...No way out?

No way out: Poverty

                      Oil Dependence

                      Destroying the Earth of its Natural Resources

                      Humans hurting and killing each other. 

We are going down a slippery path towards extinction...like a runaway train...

Mr. Tiddles is in a bathroom at a roadside petrol station bathroom explaining all this to his victim.  The victim keeps nodding believing that agreeing with this monster will spare his life.  This guy is failing to understand why he is in this position.  Choking the air out of his lungs.  Swallowing dirty toilet water as his head is shoved deeper in the toilet.  He chokes his last breath.  His worthless soul dispatched to the great beyond.  This guy wanted to live forever, but he ran into Mr. Tiddles.

Only when the Earth is a barren, dried up, and used planet will humans realize that Mr. Tiddles' warnings were real.   We are all searching for immortality...perhaps there is none...

Burial in the MUD

Hiding a body in an abandoned building.  The basement fills with water and mud.  This is an ideal place for a burial.  This guy was caught trolling for unsuspecting women.  Mr. Tiddles got to him and snuffed out his pathetic life before anymore damage was done. 

When will men like him understand that date rape is not a form of foreplay.  Mr. Tiddles made this guy choke down some mud pie before then end.

Stupid bastard...crying like a baby as I scooped more mud down his throat.  Mr. Tiddles whispered into his ear "This was what you want and this is what you get!"  His diseased cock was cut off and feed to him.  Just like he feed himself to his rape victims. 

Now,the shoe is on the other foot!!!    

Whispers in the BOX

---Return of the victim's voice---

I'm walking along without a care in the world.  I feel a pinch in my neck and then I drop into the arms of a guy in a strange mask.  It seems I'm being kidnapped. 

Why am I being kidnapped?  I'm not a bad person.  Yes, I have made some people's lives miserable, but they deserve it!  How does this guy who calls himself Mr. Tiddles know about my transgressions?  Can he read my mind?  All these questions are running through my head as I am stuffed in a humongous duffle bag and thrown into a trunk of an old vehicle.  The bottom is rusted out.  I can feel the wind coming through the truck as we speed along.   Before I was zippered into the duffle bag, I screamed where are you taking me?

Mr. Tiddles whispered, "Where you are going, you are not coming back."  Panic washed over me like a morphine high.  The fear was pumping through my veins.  Is this how I'm going to die...being kidnapped and killed by a psycho who calls himself of all things        Mr. Tiddles????

We finally arrive and I'm placed in some sort of box.  He doesn't let me out of the bag.  I feel great warm filling the bag and then I realize it's my own blood.  He is stabbing me through the bag...but I don't feel a thing.   He must have drugged me...I guess I'm just going to drift off into the great beyond for my horrible indiscretions against humanity...

    

21st Century Horsemen of the Apocalypse

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse.  And his name, that sat on him, was Death.  And Hell followed with him.

Johnny Cash--"When the man comes around"

There will be No Cities Left...

The four horses of the apocalypse will ride into town. Mr. Tiddles will saddle the pale horse called Death and ride into the sunset driving and whipping the horse. 


Come and See...

The Destruction of MAN!!!