An alleged rival to a drug trafficker gang is bound for slaughter in an unknown jungle outback of Brazil.
A young looking man sits upon a large stone, hands tied, mouth gagged, pondering questions about what life is, was, will and won’t ever be. The inevitable answer he come to grips is, existence is a useless ploy to hold on to what should have never came to be!
Life is no less than an all-consuming parasitic host, always repopulating, mercilessly feeding upon itself and its surroundings, until one day Life itself is return-to-sender and Dies…and the Universe exists happily ever after!
The drug trafficker says, “swing batter batter” to himself and responds with a gleeful swing. The dullest of all blades -even after sharpening- is used on the victim. The happiest of all killers, on his fourteenth swing at bat, eventually achieves a fine mist of blood. The life juices of rival ricochets onto killer’s face and presumably his defective whetstone.
A sideline teammate hands the batter different blade. Duller than the previous blade, a countless amount of times is used to hack and saw neck from the rival’s head.
What are the odds, that the Gore-Gods would shed 2 beakers of blood for us in the same day? An epic game of Teeter Tottering beheadings is now underway between Mexico and Brazil.
Props to Brazil for competing with Mexico so fast, unlike this beheading: