User:Sanguinary Artiste
The Crimson Painter
Good evening. Sit down, have some... wine... Delicious red wine. It's so wonderful to see you, alive and well, with that healthy heart pumping all that exquisite blood through those arteries. You have very good veins, has anyone ever told you that? Wonderful veins for pumping all that warm, beautiful blood. But enough of that. Let's talk. I suppose you're wondering just who the hell I think I am, going around carving people up like I do. I'm a simple painter, trying to make his way in this drab little town. There's so little demand for art in this fast-paced, murderous world.
My Art
I'm doing a public service, brightening Malton with my beautiful art. I only work in one color, gorgeous sanguine red. And I don't use a brush, I use this. Gorgeous, isn't it? A lovely titanium blade and a stately mahogany handle make this axe my tool of choice. I keep it razor sharp, of course. It needs to make exactly the cuts I want it to, after all. Oh sit down, I'm not going to use it on you.... Yet. I'm enjoying our lovely conversation. Now, there's a little something to my art. I don't just hack any random stranger to pieces. Well, I did in the old days,
