Killing someone

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What drives someone to murder? Discuss.

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Humble Pi said:

Blue van drivers tailgating me would do it.

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Monkeylegend said:

Tell us what you think.

Betrayal would be somewhere near the top along with interference of a relative.

You?

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There was a thread on here, a brother of a suspected murderer posted up.
It was interesting as the suspect had told the brother, the poster, that he was inoccent, but had gone on the run.

The thread got deleted but i checked the news a few months and the brother had been convicted, i think she wanted to leave him and he lost it.

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Jasandjules said:

Have you heard the way some people eat?

This really annoys one of my work colleagues. He has misophonia due to war PTSD and someone eating loudly or going nom nom nom sets him off.

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Monkeylegend said:

Never had the urge to kill anyone.

But what do you think can trigger someone else?

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Graveworm said:

For me, it would take someone naming themselves after an explosive distraction device, primarily used by the military and armed law enforcement.

I'm glad I named myself after what my mum called fireworks.

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RegMolehusband said:

Anybody saying "my bad" or "can I get" to me or near me. If they occur in the same sentence it could get messy.

OK maybe it's not worth murder, maybe just a hard stare.

I suggest avoiding all McDonald's then...

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For fun?

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There's some very interesting answers on here (and some rather amusing ones!)

Did anyone see the documentary what makes a psychopath? It was something to do with the reward section of the brain. Really interesting to watch.

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Drive it fix it repeat said:

Being told to discuss something.

Thank you for contributing to the discussion.

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duckwhistle said:

Another special place in hell reserved, in my secret place Carefully concealed under my silk underwear, cashmere slipover, covering my hand tailored shirt ,kept warm beneath my Crombie coat, resides my old friend Fairbairn Sykes, faithful companion and eternal comfort to me in my dotage. Blessed by the very hand of Mad Mitch in the womb of a sun roasted Landy. Snug in his Chamois enclosure waiting to wreak havoc on that hell of modernity, that low crawling spawn of the foul congress of the goat and the devil himself, The inventor of the curse of civilisation- THE 6 LITRE FLUSH . May all his cr@@ps be hedgehogs until the end of time.

And may a thousand biting camel fleas infest his arse crack.

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The next person to poke one of the tweeters in my speakers may well find out what its like to be murdered, possibly by being beaten to death with the arm that the offending finger is attached to