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7 Murder Weapons That Will Challenge The Cleverest Sleuth

Yeah, gritty assassinations and craven murders for a roleplayinggroup of investigators! 😉

Global Mysteries

Mystery writers are always searching for the perfect murder weapon. One that kills but will be untraceable by investigators. Here are a few weapons that will challenge any sleuth.

1. Polonium is a chemical that is poisonous when taken orally. It causes a radiation effect in the body and is time-consuming to detect.

2. A frozen pork loin roast or leg of lamb is a powerful weapon that will radically change its form when cooked and eaten.

3. Hypnosis can induce a victim to jump off a bridge or building. The perp doesn’t even have to touch him.

4. Liquid potassium injected into the body upsets the balance of the sodium-potassium pump by which the human heart works, causing heart failure. The great thing about potassium is it will equalize levels with the sodium in the body even after the victim has died thus hiding the weapon.

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Washing the shame away…

© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

Tonight was another proverbial milestone in the degeneration of fantasy roleplaying to me. I had searched the Internet for a list of free adventures for some of the systems which kept themselves alive longer than any one hit wonder or fraud scheme.

The Shallowing. Yes, I call it that. The life-lesson repetitiveness of the questions and insights we would have never wasted our youth upon:

  • “Why did the roleplaying scene degenerate into a diseased bunch of drug-crazed, socially semi-dysfunctional idiots?” It did not, it has never been anything but that.

  • “Why does some obvious lunatic or child-molesting pervert get away with milking the big money while I stay lowest on the cash flow?” Does not matter, as I have to work jobs like anybody else, and it will never be me to command the law enforcement on planet Earth either. 😉

  • My favorite: “How could a woman both gorgeous and well-educated allow her false friends to drag her back down into the worst nightmare one can mix from drug abuse, mental disorders, and rolling dice?” Simply because she did. Maybe lack of social skills or lack of vigilance, maybe naivety or dark ambition clouding her judgment.

Lack of care is called quickness these days. Easy to be fast, when 90% of the necessary work have not been done at all. I dislike that. Dishing half-finished computer games as a full product does sell nowadays, too. OK. Writing plagiarized roleplaying adventures without the minimum effort every criminal of my age would have invested to disguise the product and the person as legitimate authorship is SO bygone. Much like the sanity of those fuck-ups. The Unappreciated haunt society.

Wasted chances, my life and my love affairs are one more unwanted lore-book about that, too. Still wasting the chance to attach “Middle Earth Roleplaying (MERP)” or “The one ring RPG” to the movie successes of the Lord of the Rings saga IS a business failure of greater scale. Merely one example.

Learning to let go. I could still throw a decent temper tantrum frenzy at the “Hanged Man” tarot card. Still it did not happen in decades. People have to make their own experiences, including their failures and setbacks. I was told & taught that often enough. Some people wanted to be rid of me, others I had to remove out of my personal life, as whoever or whatever the guilt factor, the relation was too toxic to ever become functional or beneficial again.

Toxic personalities and toxic magick. The first a life lesson bunch found in psychology, if you were too dumb or ignorant to realize it on your own. The latter a form of magick which culminates in sexual sadism, torture, and murder. There are books published about it, some even proudly psychopathic with their chosen titles.

Kinda turning your mental disorder and lack of social skills into an arsenal of weaponry and murder tools. Much like dangerous stalkers and fans of “invisible crimes or no-touch torture”. Picturesque summary:


Age 45 now. I never thought it would be such a long ordeal. Several options came close to forcing myself into “Death is only the beginning” kinda morgue pilgrimage.

I once claimed that writing, among others, can be a form of emotional exorcism. I can’t verify it worked on this text, as I find it completely superfluous and a waste of my time and effort. Still I could be wrong, or some lonely widow kickstarters money and gifts me a charity part… Sounds more like a fever dream or wishful thinking, as said, I didn’t do minimum wage jobs for fun alone, I did it, as all of us have to stand up and rebuild their life.

Maybe I write another micro-poem now. I clearly found no enticing or inspiring last comment to spice-up this little note.

Thanks for your time!

Rage, an Iteki-Freestyle-Myku-Haiku
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

Today I felt rage
arising from capitalism’s price.
Pollution devours us.


Semper Fi

Those who allow or commit the craven crimes did say goodbye humanity, welcome monstrosity. I can’t forgive GOD that a single one of them is still alive.

ANNA WALDHERR A Voice Reclaimed, Surviving Child Abuse

US Marine Corps Emblem, Author Institute of Heraldry (PD)

  • As of 2011, there were 203,000 women on active duty in the military; another 129,960 in the National Guard and Reserve [1A].
  • Men and women in the Marine Corps must meet the same standards for combat jobs [2].
  • Though the vast majority of casualties have been men, at least 33 women have been killed in action in Afghanistan and 66 in Iraq. Over 900 women have been wounded in combat [1B].

The Marine Corps has admitted to Congress it is at a loss how to protect female Marines against social media predators [3].

Secretive groups like Marines United and Just the Tip of the Spear have obtained and shared nude photos of female Marines and recruits online [4A].  Other branches of the service are not immune [7].  Hundreds of women are known to have been victimized.

Diminishing Women

This is a…

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Mr Buffy Devane


Sniggers, smirks and sneers.
The snide ones, they're all around. 
They stare, mockingly. 

They laugh at your dreams, 
Taunt all of your hopes and plans,
Snort at your efforts.

If you let them in
If the snide's your co-pilot?
Your plane, it will crash.

Thing is: they who sneer? 
They've a fragile sense of self: 
Their pain throbs deeply.

The joy and beauty
Of your building and trying
Is their grim poison. 

Made foul by self-hate
They want to give you their pain. 
They're rancid goblins.

You cannot help them
So take away their power
By ignoring them.

So, to summarise
With quick and simple advice: 
I just say: Fuck 'em.

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