Your's truly, The Ripper.
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Another day, another dead. Each day you're on the search for me and each day you fail. Ha. This, my friend is not one of those infamous games of trial and error where you finally end up working out the answer, solving the life-long puzzle. This, my friend is a game where justice does not always prevail. This, is a game where you're following such an ill-fated life that chances are you won't make it out alive still equipped with your sanity. Good luck. After all, you'll need it. Your's truly, The Ripper. *** This was the note he would leave at the scene of the crime every single time but each time they got to reading this he'd of long gone, fled from where he had any chance of being caught. This isn't a story for the faint-hearted. This, my friend, is a story where the is not true happy ending. This, my friend is a story which'll keep you not only in suspense, but in a constant state of fear. This, my friend, is no story. This, my friend, is a series of horrifcly graphic and utterly true events follwing the life of Britain's most notorious killer. This, my friend, is what Jack The Ripper really did.
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