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The chessboard Killer

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Welcome to the disgusting story of truth.
This story is inspired by the serial killer 
"Alexander Jurjewitsch Pitschuschkin". 
(russian: Алекса́ндр Ю́рьевич Пичу́шкин) 

Before we start with this jurney, let me introduce him to you. Alexander was born on 9th April 1974. At the age of 18 he murdered his best friend who also participated in the chessboard plan. Alexanders said that he murdered him because he wasn't ready to "make the plan reality". 

He was choking him to death. 

At curt he said: "the first murder should be like the first time falling in love - unforgettable" 

Alexander Jurjewitsch Pitschuschkin endet 64 innocent lifes and does not regret it. 

So welcome to the story of him killing people. 
(IMPORTANT!!  All murders that I will now describe are not real.  All the actions Alexander will do in this story are not real!!! 
if I got you intrested in the case of him, you can do research yourself :) )Todos los derechos reservados

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