Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Filthicus: Blood And Sand

The ratings around the thunderbox are on the rise again, thanks in part to the fact that Mad Jack, Pete F, and BW have trained some replacement parakeets to type the keyboard and log into my site 24/7. Also, the ratings spiked when I introduced bloodsport to my blog.

In ancient Rome often the favourite gladiators and fighters took to the pit only after the crowd had been whipped into a frenzy with lesser matches. Underdogs were literally sent into the pit to fight and die with no hope of survival against far better opponents. The superior fighters would often toy with their victims, prolonging their death and agony and raising the blood lust of the crowd!

Today I do the same: exotic beasts have been brought in and starved to the point of insanity! Crazed by fear, hunger and thirst - they are pitted against each other in a savage fight for survival! Those of you with weak stomachs are advised to look away! I can barely stand to watch it myself!

Laaaaaaadies aaaaaand Gentlemen (And flinks of indeterminate gender)!:


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