Hello, campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

We're your camp counselors. I'm Katie. And I'm Whitney.

And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction.

We're roasting murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

No is a powerful word. It can stop a naughty dog in its tracks and get you out of a night

out with your friends when you just want to rot in your bed and most of all it's supposed to

mean something when you don't want anything to do with someone romantically. Unfortunately,

for us and for society, some people can't handle being told

no. It fills them with unfounded rage because how dare anyone deny them something they want?

Today, we're discussing a case where someone handled rejection so pathetically that it resulted in the murder of four people

and left a mark on three communities that would last a lifetime.

This is when nerds attack, hardcore horror, the Farmville murders.

So, campers, for this one, we're in Southgate, Michigan on September 12, 2009, at the Modern Exchange, a small music venue about 20 minutes southwest of Detroit.

The music pumping out of the front doors that day had a deep pounding baseline and loud aggressive vocals. The fans were dressed in dark clothes with leather

accessories, heavy boots, hair dyed black with flashes of bright colors, dreads tangled

throughout, piercings glinted in the moonlight. Some of them wore the trademark clown makeup that marked them as juggalo's.

Woo-whoop!

Yes, this was a horror core festival.

Specifically, the strictly for the Wicked Festival put on for Serial Killing Records, or SKR.

Over 25 acts would be performing, including such names as, I love this so much, hallucinate.

I got to spell it for you. So, H-E-L-L-U-S-I-N-N-N-N-N-E-L-Hillucin-N-N-N-E-L.

Icarusin-N-Rasiktanic, and Razakil.

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