Conquer Club

what,me worry? wrote:Are you kidding me? Tupac might not be officially recognized as a serial killer but only because he was never caught for any one he shot or shanked (growing up in New York and then moving to Oakland). Listen to his music, he put aot of secret sh*t in there.

what,me worry? wrote:yep, he lives right next to me and your mom.

vtmarik wrote:

what,me worry? wrote:Are you kidding me? Tupac might not be officially recognized as a serial killer but only because he was never caught for any one he shot or shanked (growing up in New York and then moving to Oakland). Listen to his music, he put aot of secret sh*t in there.

Yeah, Tupac is a serial killer and Elvis is alive in a retirement home hunting egyptians mummies stored in Alabama.

Stopper wrote:All of you have your heads turned by what the killers did, their backgrounds, their celebrity, media sensationalism, but what about:

A) Sheer numbers of people killed (250 and possibly more)

and

B) Sheer lack of motivation (none, NONE whatsoever!)

By these two counts, Harold Shipman tops EVERYONE mentioned here, by far!

Britain is the best!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_shipman

stinkycheese wrote:

Stopper wrote:All of you have your heads turned by what the killers did, their backgrounds, their celebrity, media sensationalism, but what about:

A) Sheer numbers of people killed (250 and possibly more)

and

B) Sheer lack of motivation (none, NONE whatsoever!)

By these two counts, Harold Shipman tops EVERYONE mentioned here, by far!

Britain is the best!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_shipman

Wasn't he motivated by money? He killed them and then signed his name into their wills if I'm not mistaken. Besides I chose mine based on the funniest.

Stopper wrote:That's what the media thought at first, particularly because a lot WERE elderly, and he DID change some wills. But he didn't kill 250 for their wills - come on, that would have just been cheeky!

Stopper wrote:I have to admit, killing yourself for being a murderer IS lame. After all, I don't think most of the people on the list killed themselves. Plus, Harold Shipman also killed his victims in a lame way (injections), so that's two black marks against his name. He's not as good as I thought. Sorry, all, I take back what I said.

vtmarik wrote:

Stopper wrote:I have to admit, killing yourself for being a murderer IS lame. After all, I don't think most of the people on the list killed themselves. Plus, Harold Shipman also killed his victims in a lame way (injections), so that's two black marks against his name. He's not as good as I thought. Sorry, all, I take back what I said.

Injections aren't bad, they aren't a minus. It's just how he got the job done.

It's just that he got caught and then he killed himself. And he was caught for manipulating a will for personal gain.

I don't think he's really a serial killer. Technically he is, but that's because Serial Killer also applies to people who simply kill a bunch of people over time.

Stopper wrote:Not really a serial killer, eh? If you ask me, a serial killer's a serial killer - or did you just mean, not a glamorous one. Which IS a minus point, in my book, by the way (not being flamboyant about his killing method, that is.)

Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1-3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl's behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them—tortured them—to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick—bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not f*ck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.

Evil Pope wrote:

Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1-3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl's behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them—tortured them—to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick—bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not f*ck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.

There's the letter.. Its Albert Fish..

salvadevinemasse wrote: and I know this ones only a TV show but Dexter!!

Salva-