Stacked high above the corpse pile, lies my prized victim. The one above the others, my trophy of flesh.

A taste brings shivers throughout my body, the corpse I slowly consume to commemorate. The taste of rotten flesh I force down my throat.

I vomit.

One After the other I continually consume. Foul odors and fluids emanate from the burial mound.

My night of pleasure is my own, alone I feast on the green flesh and black innards of the cadaver.

Disgusting and rotten, this a ritual I must complete for my own sanity.

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