Warning! Graphic descriptions of violence.
(unedited)
Winter is my favorite season. Some find it odd that winter is my favorite season because I hate the cold, but I have many reasons to love the coldest season of the year.
For one thing, the cold gives me a reason to wear extra layers of clothing, which in turn, makes me feel warm and protected.
Another thing is the snow. I don't enjoy being outside in it, but I love sitting by the fire and watching the snow drift down lazily from the clouded skies above.
What I enjoy even more is sipping from a warm mug of tea of hot chocolate while snuggling into a fluffy blanket by the fire and watching the snow fall.
There is one thing about winter that I love the most. Almost everyone would disagree with me and say that this is a very bad thing, but they can't change my mind.
Winter is the beset time to get revenge. It gives me many more options. There are a lot more things I can do to people in the winter.
For example, when it snows, I can chain someone I want revenge on to the tree in my backyard with minimal clothing and let them feel the icy chill of karma.
Another example would be that I can take people to my cabin in the woods and lock them up in the basement. No one ever finds them because it's such a remote place and the unpredictable weather conditions make it difficult to navigate.
Of course, I don't mention my thoughts of revenge on those who have done me wrong when someone ask me why winter is my favorite season. I only talk about getting to wear extra layers and drinking tea and hot chocolate. Just those two things are enough to satisfy the curiosity. I've never been a suspect in the deaths of my family.
But that doesn't mean I'm not guilty.
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