Well it all started in 1942 and I was just drafted to the big war. Most were scared but I held my composure. Killing Nazis was a real rush for me, but after awhile I grew bored of it. So to make things more interesting i started fucking the cadavers for fun. I returned in 1947 a different man. I tried to get over the lust I have gained through my time over seas but it only grew worse. I got a job at a mortuary but when they eventually caught on to me and I was fired and put on a banned list. So to keep up with my fetish I started killing innocent people and fuck there corpses. It was great I got to pick and choose who I had the pleasure of fucking. The guilt grew in the pit of my stomach so the only way to console my self was to get drunk every night. After years of drinking my tolerance has grown to 20 beers a night. If that makes me a bad ass then I shall be proclaimed as such.