How do you do, ladies and gentlemen?
My name is Xplosive, and this is *Steeming To Be Murdered By*.
It is text in a jugular vein, and I hope you like it. Our talking requires only the simplest of equipment. An internet-capable device, a keyboard, and the users.
Naturally, the conversation is long-lasting, even though the users may not be. So why don't you relax?
Lean back and enjoy yourself, until the coroner comes.

Are you still with us?
The difficulty with this blockchain is that we keep losing users. Leaving me feeling like a man wandering around a ghost town.

Our next number is a request.
It is for the Steem blockchain users and the witnesses.
At least, I sincerely hope they are still with us.
The song is Steem come Back To Me.
If they are not around, the outsiders can read it in the basement, while they are waiting for the Steem blockchain to disappear.

Selfishness and greediness in people, if you haven't been murdered, I can only say, better luck next time.
If you have been, goodnight, wherever you are.

I trust that everyone is enjoying this text, as the title of the post suggests. This was meant for your reading pleasure, while you are being "done in". However, anyone may read it. We have no intention to discriminate. After all, the murderer has as much right to enjoy himself as his victim. Which brings me to this very practical aspect of this post. If you read it loud, it will drown out screams.

Thus far, this post has provided text accompaniment to make your passing pleasant. Our next number is designed to drown out the sound of the showels. Steem to be buried by. Of course, your assassin may have made burial unnecessary, so if you are completely encased in inactive users, and you are still focusing only on blogging, but not interacting with others, then please try not to pay attention to this next number. It is not meant for you. As for the others, if you spend your evenings watching murder instead of doing it yourself, you may recognize this.

I hope that as you read this, you are among your loved ones, for I believe that murder, like charity, begins at home. After all, some of the most exquisite murder have been domestic, performed with tenderness and originality, and simple home-y places like the kitchen table or the bathtub. So gentlemen, if you're with your wife, show her how you feel about her. Put your arms around her neck. And read this writing admonition: I will soon use the Steem blockchain alone.

This writing was inspired by the writings of Alfred Hitchcock. Thank you for reading.