Mr. Bloodtrail Reflects on the Infamous Rogues’ Photo Shoot

This afternoon, I was in the middle of cleaning my guns, sharpening my knives, and organizing my restraints—tools necessary for me to develop some sharp and polished prose for my fans—when I reflected upon Friday's photo shoot. It's a wonder that we got such a good photo out of it, and I'll tell you why. I got there too early, so I had to "kill" some time. After washing the blood off my hands, I waited around until the remaining Rogues showed up late, drunk, and high. This perturbed me, since I am the consummate professional. Panthera didn't stick around for long; she headed off towards St. George Street with a bottle of tequila in each hand offering body shots to complete strangers, men and women. When she returned, she was crawling around on all fours and growling like a lioness. Rednekah, who could barely stand up at this point, started peeing in one of the empty Jack Daniels bottles used as props for the pictures. Then she totally forgot and thought she was holding a half-full bottle of Jack, and downed the whole goddamn thing. "Best fuckin' drink I've had in my whole life," she said before smashing the empty bottle over my head. When I came to, we somehow got into costume and posed long enough to get some pictures taken. Shortly thereafter, DarkThorn was up on the roof of the building sobbing about love and loss and finding things. About darkness and prickly things, before screaming, "I am a golden god!" He threatened to jump, but instead passed out and fell off the roof. Fortunately, a female student from Flagler College stood below and broke his fall. He's fine—she's in the hospital. By then, I was carving up the photog nice and ugly with my favorite butcher's knife, because I was getting bored and, quite frankly, it's what I do best. The other Rogues may tell you it happened differently—of course they will; they're embarrassed as shit—but I'm telling you this is how it all went down. Of course, I was high on acid the whole time. Cordially Yours, Mr. Bloodtrail