If you could kill anyone and get away with it who would you kill

[Andalusa]

Well, what about this lovely smiley thing MasterStratus is trying to talk you in to?

Yeah, but...I mean...
Awh...I guess you're right. It could be a problem.

But when did you ever say no? Okay, okay, I'll even give you my Barbie band-aids for your face. The pink will match with the red.

SOLD TO THE MAN WITH THE KICKASS BAND-AIDS

I'm always right.
^^

EDiT: WAIT, wait, wait, wait, wait...[small]wait[/small].
What was being sold, your face, or what?

 

[Baonec]

My mate Adam just because I enjoy messing with him and it would be awesome to see the look on his face when I met him in whatever afterlife there is.

 

[garfoldsomeoneelse]

After seeing their delightful little tape, I'd say The Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs. Disgusting.

Yeah, I know. I'm never ordering a vodka/orange juice mixer again.

 

[MasterStratus]

Yes! Woooh! In your face suckers! I won!
Quick, I need my camera! This is going on Youtube!

Well, it'll be better than Fred...

That is so true it isn't even funny. Okay, maybe it is a little funny. But that's just because I have a cold and I'm laughing at random things today. Heehee, look a tree!

 

[Arcyde]

Gman

 

[Simon Hadow]

She will go unnamed, but a girl in my english class who
1. is a waste of brain tissue, and
2.is just a plain old ***** just because I am severley more intelligent, and, well... lets just call it "differentially minded towards violence"... okay, I'm a phsycho...

 

[NattyMichael]

NATHAN & KIERAN xD

no1 knows em but still my answer hehe

 

[Squid1361]

uhh...
does it have to be one person?
or could it be a group...such as lawyers?

 

[Andalusa]

I'm always right.
^^

EDiT: WAIT, wait, wait, wait, wait...[small]wait[/small].
What was being sold, your face, or what?

Pfft...why do you care? It's my face I can do what I want with it!
*sobs, running up to his room*

(actually I was just imitating an auctioneer)

Fine! It's your life (and face) do with it what you will.
You make you own mistakes, but don't come running back to me if, sorry, when it gets chopped up.

[small](I know, but this is fun!)[/small]

 

[DerpyDerpyDerp]

Uwe Boll.

Simply because he is the worst director alive and wastes ungodly amounts of money.

 

[Extravaganza]

My science teacher
because he is a dick

 

[MasterStratus]

Yes! Woooh! In your face suckers! I won!
Quick, I need my camera! This is going on Youtube!

Well, it'll be better than Fred...

That is so true it isn't even funny. Okay, maybe it is a little funny. But that's just because I have a cold and I'm laughing at random things today. Heehee, look a tree!

Hooray, I am a little funny! Victory and cake and hot bitches are mine!

No, the cake is mine. You can have this piece of lint I found in my pocket that looks like a kitten if you'd like.

 

[Paksenarrion]

I would kill myself, at the height of my power and popularity, then live in the shadows of my empire, knowing that I died a martyr. While everyone mourns my passing and honors my legacy, no one will pay much attention to a seemingly shy, quiet, mild-mannered, substitute teacher, wandering the schools and universities of my queendom, solving problem spots here and there, and leaving a new legend of my own.

This would make an interesting story...I should write this.

Hmm... One person, two legacies. I'd read it =D
When you say "martyr", how do you die? For your country? Assasination?

Hmmm...I'd say, a mysterious explosion centered on the the makeshift, ramshackle warehouse by the docks that I used as my secret headquarters while I was consolidating power and fighting for a just cause (to be decided later). The explosion would decimate the entire dock, along with all of the abandoned warehouses along the waterfront. People would continuously say, "Surely no one could have survived that explosion! Not even Paksenarrion the Purehearted(TM)!"

Years later, reconstruction would turn the shoddy, decrepit waterfront district into a thriving port capital, where public forums and foreign trade will fill the Romanesquely paved streets.

Meanwhile, in the newly formed Council Chamber:

"What?! A woman with a cross-shaped scar has been spotted in a school district?! That's impossible! Probably some look alike..." a councilmember declares dismissively. "Paksenarrion is dead! We all saw the explosion! No one could have survived that blast!"

"But..." queries a shy, unassuming young counsilor (who happens to sound like Piglet from Winnie the Pooh), "...don't you find it odd that no one else was at the explosion, save herself? What if she planned her own assassination to throw off attention? Oh, d-d-d-dear..."

...and etc.

 

[TUNNEL_SNAKES_RULE]

I would line the Jonas Brothers up, and get the butllet straight through all of them. Some things are better....DEAD.

Why the HELL would you do that!?!?!?That's a perfect waste of expensive bullets!Knifves are cheaper...and more painful.

 

[TUNNEL_SNAKES_RULE]

That Stephanie Meyers. After the dark deed is done, I would drink her blood. The ironic kill is the memorable kill.
She sucked the souls from America's teenage girls. Not that they had any to begin with (Those who would be fans of Twilight, at least) but she made them a hell of a lot more pretentious and stupid.
I can imagine it now. A grey, rainy day in a dark city. the light shades of grey are punctuated only by the blackness of the alleyways. Meyers is alone. The shades on all of the windows are drawn forebodingly, as the stone buildings loom over the empty streets. Meyers shivers with a dark anticipation of dreadful things, her sordid imagination darting between abandoned buildings and yawning alleys with a frantic but subdued terror. As she passes the shaded mouth of a narrow alley, a figure slips out from behind, clad in a long black cloak and hood. In one fluid, terrible motion, a gloved hand is pressed over her mouth, a stifled gasp of terror being her final breath. Her wild eyes see her death, but can do nothing but wave frantically over the sky, hoping for some final reprieve by a chance that will never come. Her muscles freeze, knowing their last, most futile moments have come. As her mind fades from bleary life, and she slips into the realm of the dead, the figure's teeth sink into her neck, in a cruel testament to her life. A maniacal laugh echoes throughout the deaf streets, as the rain continually falls.

You folks know this is all a joke, right? I'm not really being serious.

...That would make a good book.You should name it "Limelight"(chuckles at his own clever irony).

 

[sooperman]

Go for it Paksenarrion =)

Sounds like you already have the base of the story writen, just need some more details =p

But on topic, yes, knives are multiuse, as well. Just clean it off after your done, and noone will know.

 

[ry-yuboss]

I would kill Paris Hilton because she is so f'ing annoying and drunk, just hate when people like her are "born" rich, and think they can do anything.