User blog comment:Blacknumber1/No, This is NOT a Contest/@comment-9584883-20150614055704

Midnight in the city. Twelve o'clock, tick tock. On nights like this, HumboldtLycanthrope was as high as a kite somewhere in the underbelly or undertitty of this city. Banningk1979 was in some sleazy motel alone with his thoughts and a bottle of gin, penning his next great novel. Jayten was peering out across the festering boils of the city from atop the sears tower, waiting for his next victim. Would it be Empryreallenvective or Mrdupin? He loved the hunt. His plans included a roll of duct tape, sliced cheese, a pile of ants and icy hot. He was a master of ensuring the most intense pain before death.

Suddenly, Humboldt stumbled out from the shadows of a dim alleyway. Blacknumber1 was also waiting in the shadows, hunting the hunter. .... Hey what else did you expect? If I had more time, I'd write more. Plus I'm on my cell.