Passage From the Diary of the DeathRapist – Gwen Hilton

November 3, 2025

On the news, it was said the killer was another man. A prophet is never recognized in his homeland. Looks like all those years never showing up to community events have paid off. I’m not in the DNA databank. Sorry officer. I didn’t need to be deputized to save the world! An AI-generated mockup of the killer was used in the dissemination of information about the killings. Thinner than me. Bigger than me. Is all this based on my little prisoner? Be smart. The size of shoes in fabric. Can you figure out the force from the burn on his knees? It’s based on the contusions in his asshole. It’s based on the absence of my little prisoner. The imprint of an idea. Can the large language models and computer intelligence imagine a strong transsexual woman? Have I not been caught because I raped them first? I know the raping is okay. It might even be encouraged.
        People are afraid of the rape. Everyone has to die. Maybe that’s the implicit understanding. People don’t even talk about the raping to death. It’s just the raping. The raping only matters because they died. The raping becomes the only thing. I have to rape and murder them. I have to rape them so the murder is memorable. I have to murder them so the rape matters. Will I ever cum again?
        I know half of women cum when they get raped. Where do we go to shed tears for the women who can’t cum while they rape?
        It disgusts me that they leave this world happy. Every single time. “This is the best I’ve ever felt.”
        When will I feel like that again?
        Will I?
        People don’t talk about Pulse anymore. It was understood then that we could begin killing fags again. People don’t remember that Virginia Tech was a preventable crime. People won’t talk about how my crime was preventable. People never even said he raped me. I want to change more than campuses. Who cares about campuses after the police were paid by the banks and land developers who are the schools to crack the skulls of the students they squeeze to death? The students squeezed as they served them wilted lettuce in the campus dining halls. Paddock is a joke and a boring conspiracy. If he had assistance, 60 is a paltry number. Do you know what I could do at Lollapalooza? Alone. In a 120-cap venue, I’d kill what’s listed on the building capacity documents. I’m the fucking death dealer. Sandy Hook was kept alive by Alex Jones, even if it cost him everything. So many kids die. It doesn’t matter that they ever did. It makes me want to play DDR. You have to dance yourself clean. You’d think I’d get caught because the government isn’t helping me. I’m edging in on their game. A man raping men. I’m not the fag in the bag killer! I’m bigger than God.
        What do I have to do to get caught? How was I not caught on camera? Why has no one come to speak to me? I was in the room where it happened. I was in the room next to the room where it happened in the hour before it happened. I have no alibi. I clocked out after he died. When was he found? It matters now that I killed a man who finances political campaigns. It’s been days. The flags are at half-mast. He helped buy the presidency. I killed a man who funds podcasting careers. I killed a man who buys and sells entire lives, buys and sells people, buys people for too much money to break them. A man who buys and sells people and can’t win. I never owned another person. Look at me. I killed a whale.
        What image can be made that forces people to consider life? What image can be made to kill all images? What image can be made so that all images are made a crime? Who must be killed and how? With what audience? Must they be killed too? Is there the right camera? Would it have to be several cameras?
        My extermination campaign is young. People are scared. This is not different. This is not new. The world is not different. The world is not new. My work is not yet done. I fear my work will never be done. Who can rape like I can? Who can kill like I kill? You can’t leave the important work to someone else. You can’t leave any work to anyone else.