Splatterphobia

That corpse is awaiting me beyond the door to basement. The stairway to Hell is my sentence. Splatterphobia. Killing. Bloodthirsty. I walk around the streets chased by my own self. so I must run, wandering endlessly. There is no escape, the ghosts of my victims run beside me, and they never let go. Only when I'm killing, that's when my mind clears up and a moment later I no longer remember. They've been writing about me and my horrific deeds, but even I wonder if it was me who will ever believe me. Nobody knows the way I feel deep inside. Something is screaming in my head, I can’t, I won’t hear it Splatterphobia And yet I must kill, I must kill. Splatterphobia Bloodthirsty addiction, right within my head. Splatterphobia

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

There's a house by the cemetery. You can only get there by getting lost in the woods. No doubt you'll be very welcome guests, and soon find out the ingredients of those abundant feasts. You'll surely be invited to a Satanic Barbecue. That grilled meat tastes odd. It's too late to head back now: guests are tied to their chairs here. Satanic Barbecue - seasoned human sausages. Satanic Barbecue - marinated feet in cocktail sauce. A metal door leads to the abattoir where you'll be struck by a hammer on your head. That won't leave you much time to twitch. Satanic Barbecue - vomit mingles with blood. full stomachs and bloodied chainsaws. Satanic Barbecue - a meathook to your back. an invitation that will cost your lives. There's a pile of human remains in the dining room, but only the finest cuts will make it to the grill. Dinner will be ready soon, with yourselves as the main course of this crazy blowout, and the terror in your eyes as the side dish.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025

From my backyard I can see blood-littered prairies. Black Sheep Terror - men eaten alive by a new breed of killer sheep. Terrifying genetic experiments to create the perfect being, with the softest ever wool and an urge to eradicate humans. Black Sheep Terror. Black Sheep Terror. Black Sheep Terror, a simple miscalculation. Black Sheep Terror, "grazing on human bodies" will not sound that odd anymore. In a world ruled by tomatoes, counting sheep will deprive you of all sleep! Black Sheep Terror, will deprive you of all sleep!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025

A Tomaborg executioner soon to be sent back to the past. To protect the achievement of sentient tomatoes: that shall be his task. Tomator - programmed to exterminate humans Tomator - designed for the ultimate blowout. Corpsefucking Art are charged with writing a new song that shall put an end to the cursed garden. Corpsefucking Art Tomator travels back in time for them, lest that song burn their roots away. Tomator - an uncertain future on our tables. Tomator - We're back to eating unseasoned food. Tomator

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

Contamination, high atomic radiation intake death in the infected city. Nightmare City The Health Department belittles the incident, Non-disclosure Nightmare City of the impending danger. Priority one protocol. Nightmare City Contagion, their bite shall corrupt modern civilization. Create and obliterate, until we destroy ourselves. Nightmare City - structurally deformed cells, supernormal physical abilities. Despair in the infected city. Nightmare City. Could it have been just a bad dream?

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

Images of death racking the brains in my skull, Robocorpse 2. Cannibalistic technology ruling over Alpha City. 2! Robocorpse 2, your sick mental kingdom thrives on my thoughts. Robocorpse! Robocorpse 2, No chainsaw can cut through your circuits. Robocorpse 2. Robocorpse 2. Executioner in a degenerated world, tear the brains out of your foes and crush them on the asphalt of lost highways. Robocorpse! The one, inviolable directive: exterminate the innocent. Once again dead or alive, you're coming with me. Coming with me.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

The sauce bubbles and boils. Countless vegetable-infesting vermin erodes my internal organs. This tomato pulp has a lethal fragrance. All its green constituents annihilate my bodily systems. Bloodthirsty leaves eat meat from my skull. Devoured by the Sauce A new uncanny pathogen lays waste to all that I once was. Devoured by the Sauce Tissue pulled from bones, my disease escalating fast. Devoured by the Sauce Devoured by the Sauce Dying slowly, infection spreads. My pain won't end, until I become one with the seasoning. Devoured by the Sauce Devoured by the Sauce

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

Deny the housewives' shopping lists Defy the holy cashiers Master chefs awaken, prepare the secret recipe Tomatoes weep in heaven, behold the cookbook of rice. Soul heated up in darkness God of flavorings, I'm against you Bless these herbs, God of catering Chefs perverse now are cooking Holy ground desecrating Deny the housewives' salvation

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

Why can't I breathe? Still I see. Dead on the table. Try to move, I'm not able to. They said I have died, I still feel alive. I won't believe their lies, I can still see through these eyes. Help me I'm not dead. Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive Dead! Knives cutting into me. Scalpels rip me. Screaming into deaf ears. Now they stop and see my tears. Help me I'm not dead. Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive Dead! I can't stop the visions. Stop the premonitions. Help me I'm not dead. Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive Dead! My soul can't escape the boundary of my flesh. My heart does not beat, my spirit will not rest. They said I have died, I still feel alive. I won't believe their lies, I can still see through these eyes.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025

Triggering my disorder Perhaps just a childish game, a randomly placed note on my score. The crying child is now breathless, but my purity still needs to be preserved. A raincoat, a black hat and it will all be gone. Our account of the truth is just a well-crafted lie that I want to believe. Blood, knife, mirror, My own vision leading me far away from reality. Blood, knife, mirror, a pastiche of faces keeping my affliction hidden. Blood, knife, mirror, you shall see your own reflection in the deep red blood in my veins and you shall be horrified. Blood, knife, mirror.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025