eagl, it's like you can read my mind!

It's just like that for me. I guess holding these images in (my strategy for the last few years) isn't such a good idea after all. I may as well let them out onto paper so that they don't distract me. If I do it correctly, it should feel somewhat like scratching an ages-old itch.
shotguneeley, I see what you're saying, too. When I say "chicken" I mean that I don't go out looking for trouble and try to smooth-talk or run my way out if I can. If not, then I'd do my best not to do something I'd later regret. I'm kinda spindly, too, so for me the difference between running, fighting, or fainting isn't much. That's how my mom and dad survived without a scratch. Monkey-see, monkey-do. However, if I moved into a hairy neighborhood then I'd certainly consider some burglar alarms, a T.A.S.E.R. or some pepper spray/mace. The trouble is that I wasn't having fun in those video games via heroism, it was really the psychopathic tearing-people-in-half thing that made my day. I don't know if I would have had qualms about it at age 8 (I sang about bones and guts going everywhere to the tune of London Bridge is Falling Down), but now I'd certainly have them. Hence the problem of the guilt.
I suppose that now that I've grown up more I could go back and explore the worlds again, and see what happens if I re-write the story from a new, less slasher-style angle so that I don't get stuck in there. Thanks for the help guys.

-Penguin
PS Maverick How on earth did you guess that I was an introvert? That's astounding. Spot on with the need to get out more, though
