There is no free bacon. I lied about that. I don't know how you were expecting to receive this bacon, there isn't even a button to push. But this is something even better then free bacon, because this is edition number 12 of everyone's favorite guess the murderer contest...
[HEADING=1]SERIAL KILLER![sub][sub]TM[/sub][/sub][/HEADING]
Now in my neutral Canadian hands. Before we begin, let's take a look at last round's results, shall we?
Wow, look at all those bodies! Alright, time for everyone's favorite part of the game, The rules!
First,
-Some side rules
Only change from last round is the number of questions the Spy can ask has been reduced to 3.
The Deceased are allowed to continue posting in the thread and carry on in conversation with the living. The difference? They get free access to the JIB (The Jesus Infinite buffet), as well as the infinite beer kegs.
Each person who dies must post a death.
The game will start when we have a minimum of 22 players.
Deaths will be posted in the OP, for easy access for the people who can't keep up with the frantic post rate this game is becoming famous for. I'll scoop it up when you post it.
Thank god Maddawg already wrote most of this. Now for the contestants!
[h4]Current Players[/h4]
1.Yorgmeister [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Yorgmeister] - Murder #7 - In the street, with the knife.
2.Asturiel [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Asturiel] - Murder #5 - In the Pants Castle, with his roof.
3. maddawg IAJI [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/maddawg+IAJI]
4.sky14kemea [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/sky14kemea] - Execution #7 - Herself, in the park, with a steep drop off a cliff.
5. BloodyThoughts [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/BloodyThoughts]
6.War Penguin [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/War+Penguin] - Murder #1 - At the bus stop, with the knife
7.axle19 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/axle19] - Execution #2 - Me, at his house, with a gun.
8.CounterAttack [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/CounterAttack] - Execution #3 - Firing squad, in the execution chamber, with a bunch of assault rifles.
9. elementsoul [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/elementsoul]
10.hopeneverdies [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/hopeneverdies] - Murder #8 - In the killer's house, with a boot to the head.
11.Lost In The Void [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Lost+In+The+Void] - Murder #3 - At his house, with the knife.
12.Lambi [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Lambi] - Execution #6 - The prison guards, at the execution chamber, with the electric chair.
13.Fury is Me. [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Fury is Me.] - Execution #1 - Lambi, at the police station, with the euthanasia.
14.BigZ225 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/BigZ225] - Murder #9 - At his house, with the knife (Killer's weapon of choice, I guess.)
15.Time Travelling Toaster [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Time+Travelling+Toaster] - Murder #2 - In his bed, with the knife.
16.Nukey [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Nukey] - Execution #8 - Still Pending.
17.ultimateownage [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/ultimateownage] - Murder #4 - In the dark room, with the machete.
18.Pm0n3y [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Pm0n3y] - Execution #4 - Group of 7 including me, Counter, Schizzy, and BigZ, in the lava pit, with the lava.
19. RBMidknight [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/RBMidknight]
20.Schizzy [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Schizzy] - Execution #5 - Nukey and Yorg, at his house, with fire.
21.j1-2themax [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/j1-2themax] - Medic - Murder #6 - In the street, with the knife.
22. Fairee [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Fairee]
[h4]Reserves For Next Round[/h4]
Demented Teddy
Juven Ignus
Now start getting those numbers in people! Operators are standing by!
[HEADING=1]SERIAL KILLER![sub][sub]TM[/sub][/sub][/HEADING]
Now in my neutral Canadian hands. Before we begin, let's take a look at last round's results, shall we?
1. Lambi - Murder #1
2. BigZ225
3. Hopeneverdies
4. NeoAC - Medic
5.BloodyThoughts - Killer, Execution #6
6.Nukey - Murder #4
7.Sleekgiant - Murder #3, Ghost
8. Sporky111
9.War Penguin - Murder #2
10.Axle 19 - Execution #2
11.Ultimateownage - Execution #4
12.Pm0n3y - Execution #1
13.CounterAttack - Execution #5
14. Sky14Kemea
15. elementsoul
16. J1-2themax
17. Lost in the Void
18.Time Travelling Toaster - Murder #6
19. ChromewarriorXIII
20. Fury Is Me
21.Sam G - Spy, Execution #3
22.LilGherkin - Murder #5
2. BigZ225
3. Hopeneverdies
4. NeoAC - Medic
5.
6.
7.
8. Sporky111
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14. Sky14Kemea
15. elementsoul
16. J1-2themax
17. Lost in the Void
18.
19. ChromewarriorXIII
20. Fury Is Me
21.
22.
Wow, look at all those bodies! Alright, time for everyone's favorite part of the game, The rules!
First,
[HEADING=2]The Classes[/HEADING]
[HEADING=3]The Killer[/HEADING]- The Killer is the main antiagonist of the game. He is chosen by a random number choice. Players send in numbers ranging from 1-100 and the player who is closest will become the Killer. Every round he will choose to murder one person. After that person has been chosen, all the players send in a vote for who to execute and their objective is to execute the Killer.
Once the Killer is dead, the Game is over. Alternativly, once everyone else is dead and the Killer is using your rotting corpses as a throne, then the Game is also over.
[HEADING=3]The Medic[/HEADING] An important class, the Medic is the exact opposite of the Killer in almost every way.While the killer is the player who chose the number closest to the randomized number, the Medic is the player who picks the number farthest away. Each round, the Medic can choose to protect one person. That person has immunity from being killed by the killer as a result. The Medic cannot protect themselves.
A note to whoever becomes the Medic, you have a lot of power and while the Killer will be aiming to kill everyone, he has a special place on his mantel for you.
[HEADING=3]The Spy[/HEADING]
-The spy is an espionage and perhaps the most powerful living character when it comes to combating the Killer. The Spy is the player who gets the SECOND closest number to the chosen one (Behind the killer). The Spy is granted 3 questions to help narrow down the killer. He will ask me those questions and if they are suitable, he will be able to narrow down his suspects until he finds the killer. The Spy can do whatever he wishes with the info once he has it.
[HEADING=3]The Ghost[/HEADING]
-The only class not chosen at the beginning of the game. When a player dies, he will send me a number (1-10) if he/she guesses the number correctly, they will become the ghost. Each round, the ghost can haunt one person. Once he has chosen a target, I will give info on the haunted. The Ghost may tell the Haunted the info they have discovered (Example: If the ghost chooses to haunt the killer for a round and then a normal player, the Ghost can tell the player who the Killer is....or not...depends on the person) Each person can only be haunted once and there can only be one Ghost. The ghost cannot say who he is haunting or even his identity in the thread.
[HEADING=3]The Killer[/HEADING]- The Killer is the main antiagonist of the game. He is chosen by a random number choice. Players send in numbers ranging from 1-100 and the player who is closest will become the Killer. Every round he will choose to murder one person. After that person has been chosen, all the players send in a vote for who to execute and their objective is to execute the Killer.
Once the Killer is dead, the Game is over. Alternativly, once everyone else is dead and the Killer is using your rotting corpses as a throne, then the Game is also over.
[HEADING=3]The Medic[/HEADING] An important class, the Medic is the exact opposite of the Killer in almost every way.While the killer is the player who chose the number closest to the randomized number, the Medic is the player who picks the number farthest away. Each round, the Medic can choose to protect one person. That person has immunity from being killed by the killer as a result. The Medic cannot protect themselves.
A note to whoever becomes the Medic, you have a lot of power and while the Killer will be aiming to kill everyone, he has a special place on his mantel for you.
[HEADING=3]The Spy[/HEADING]
-The spy is an espionage and perhaps the most powerful living character when it comes to combating the Killer. The Spy is the player who gets the SECOND closest number to the chosen one (Behind the killer). The Spy is granted 3 questions to help narrow down the killer. He will ask me those questions and if they are suitable, he will be able to narrow down his suspects until he finds the killer. The Spy can do whatever he wishes with the info once he has it.
[HEADING=3]The Ghost[/HEADING]
-The only class not chosen at the beginning of the game. When a player dies, he will send me a number (1-10) if he/she guesses the number correctly, they will become the ghost. Each round, the ghost can haunt one person. Once he has chosen a target, I will give info on the haunted. The Ghost may tell the Haunted the info they have discovered (Example: If the ghost chooses to haunt the killer for a round and then a normal player, the Ghost can tell the player who the Killer is....or not...depends on the person) Each person can only be haunted once and there can only be one Ghost. The ghost cannot say who he is haunting or even his identity in the thread.
-Some side rules
Only change from last round is the number of questions the Spy can ask has been reduced to 3.
The Deceased are allowed to continue posting in the thread and carry on in conversation with the living. The difference? They get free access to the JIB (The Jesus Infinite buffet), as well as the infinite beer kegs.
Each person who dies must post a death.
The game will start when we have a minimum of 22 players.
Deaths will be posted in the OP, for easy access for the people who can't keep up with the frantic post rate this game is becoming famous for. I'll scoop it up when you post it.
Thank god Maddawg already wrote most of this. Now for the contestants!
[h4]Current Players[/h4]
1.
2.
3. maddawg IAJI [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/maddawg+IAJI]
4.
5. BloodyThoughts [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/BloodyThoughts]
6.
7.
8.
9. elementsoul [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/elementsoul]
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19. RBMidknight [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/RBMidknight]
20.
21.
22. Fairee [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Fairee]
[h4]Reserves For Next Round[/h4]
Demented Teddy
Juven Ignus
A teenager stood alone at a bus stop late at night. The streets were covered with lights but no cars. Everything else was clouded with darkness. Atticus checked his watch to see when the bus would arrive. Eleven. If the bus wasn't there by then, it wouldn't come at all. Atticus had no choice but to walk home. He set his iPod to full volume and played something fitting to his tired mood.
As he walked, he decided to try a shortcut through the nearby park. "Why not?" he asked himself quietly "I'm late anyway. Can't hurt more to see if it's faster." He walked through the grass, feeling each strand be crushed with each step. He moved onto the pavement, being lit by each passing light post. It was a beautiful sight to behold. No people, no life, only the path he walked on and the light that guided him.
But something felt off. Atticus looked behind him to find that each light he passed by burnt out. "Strange" he thought, and moved forward. More lights went off. Now he was getting nervous. He stared to run but each light kept burning out as soon as he passed them. Soon, all the lights in front of him went off. Atticus was surrounded by darkness. He yanked out his earbuds to hear heavy breathing. Atticus knew someone was there but couldn't see them. He felt surrounded by nothing. Then all of a sudden, the lights went back on. A figure with black robes appeared holding a knife in his hand. It was the killer, right in front of Atticus's eyes.
Atticus was frozen. He couldn't move an inch, he was so scared. His life was about to end with in seconds. He didn't know how to react. The killer moved forward and swung his knife in front of him, cutting Atticus's throat. Blood burst out of his neck, pain like he never felt before moved through his body. He collapsed on to the ground, grabbing his wound, uttering one last word: "Why?" The killer didn't answer. He walked away and left Atticus to die. He grabbed the air, trying his best to get the killer, but no use. He knew it wouldn't end with him. Atticus was the first to go in a series of deaths and nothing could be done to stop it.
As he walked, he decided to try a shortcut through the nearby park. "Why not?" he asked himself quietly "I'm late anyway. Can't hurt more to see if it's faster." He walked through the grass, feeling each strand be crushed with each step. He moved onto the pavement, being lit by each passing light post. It was a beautiful sight to behold. No people, no life, only the path he walked on and the light that guided him.
But something felt off. Atticus looked behind him to find that each light he passed by burnt out. "Strange" he thought, and moved forward. More lights went off. Now he was getting nervous. He stared to run but each light kept burning out as soon as he passed them. Soon, all the lights in front of him went off. Atticus was surrounded by darkness. He yanked out his earbuds to hear heavy breathing. Atticus knew someone was there but couldn't see them. He felt surrounded by nothing. Then all of a sudden, the lights went back on. A figure with black robes appeared holding a knife in his hand. It was the killer, right in front of Atticus's eyes.
Atticus was frozen. He couldn't move an inch, he was so scared. His life was about to end with in seconds. He didn't know how to react. The killer moved forward and swung his knife in front of him, cutting Atticus's throat. Blood burst out of his neck, pain like he never felt before moved through his body. He collapsed on to the ground, grabbing his wound, uttering one last word: "Why?" The killer didn't answer. He walked away and left Atticus to die. He grabbed the air, trying his best to get the killer, but no use. He knew it wouldn't end with him. Atticus was the first to go in a series of deaths and nothing could be done to stop it.
David sat at home, in his little one story, just watching some TV. He was watching Cops when a knock came from his door. He went to answer it, and was greeted by a familiar face.
"Oh, hey there Lambi. Wassup?" He said.
Lambi pulled out a warrant for arrest. "Sorry Dave, you're under arrest for the murder of War Penguin."
David was taken aback by these words.
"H-How could you think it was me?! I didn't do it!" David said.
"We know it was you David. You've been given the death penalty." Lambi said.
Lambi handcuffed David and walked him back to his car and drove him to the station, where David was euthanized....
"Oh, hey there Lambi. Wassup?" He said.
Lambi pulled out a warrant for arrest. "Sorry Dave, you're under arrest for the murder of War Penguin."
David was taken aback by these words.
"H-How could you think it was me?! I didn't do it!" David said.
"We know it was you David. You've been given the death penalty." Lambi said.
Lambi handcuffed David and walked him back to his car and drove him to the station, where David was euthanized....
Gentle snoring emits from Toasty's sleeping form. The door creaks slowly open, the change in air pressure causing the man to move subconsciously but not waking from his slumber.
The cold light spills through the small crack in the curtains, catching the smooth edge of the knife, reflecting menacingly in the dark. The killer stalks his way towards the bed, the floor creaking lightly under his weight.
The knife plunges into Toasty's back, the blood spilling over and dying the covers a deep red colour. In his last waking moments his eyes shudder open, catching a glimpse of the killers face, burning his features into the short memory Toasty has left.
As the last of the life drains from him, the killer wipes the blood off with the t-shirt left lying next to the bed, before disappearing into the night once more.
The cold light spills through the small crack in the curtains, catching the smooth edge of the knife, reflecting menacingly in the dark. The killer stalks his way towards the bed, the floor creaking lightly under his weight.
The knife plunges into Toasty's back, the blood spilling over and dying the covers a deep red colour. In his last waking moments his eyes shudder open, catching a glimpse of the killers face, burning his features into the short memory Toasty has left.
As the last of the life drains from him, the killer wipes the blood off with the t-shirt left lying next to the bed, before disappearing into the night once more.
Sean pulled into the driveway, stretched tighter than piano wire. Work had been insufferable from the get go and today had nearly had him go postal. To top it off, another person had been found dead and the police had no leads. Shit, the times we live... Walking in, he poured himself a drink, completely unaware that he was not alone. " You know it's not polite to ignore a guest in your home."
Sean spun around to see Neo sitting in his chair, a gun leveled at his forehead. "Shit, I don't recall inviting you into my home God. I guess the gun means I'm the unlucky victim of the voting machine then?" Neo leaned back as a glass of whiskey materialized in his hand. Taking a sip, he calmly shot Sean in the head, ending another unlucky victim's life. When will people learn that rash voting solves nothing?
Sean spun around to see Neo sitting in his chair, a gun leveled at his forehead. "Shit, I don't recall inviting you into my home God. I guess the gun means I'm the unlucky victim of the voting machine then?" Neo leaned back as a glass of whiskey materialized in his hand. Taking a sip, he calmly shot Sean in the head, ending another unlucky victim's life. When will people learn that rash voting solves nothing?
Things are so much more surreal when they happen to you. Lost in the Void had seen many die before him, either by the killer or the paranoid interests of the group. You always became numb to it after a while, nobody could really be friends, it only meant losing another one, or choosing to kill another one. With the last execution; they thought they had gotten the killer. Then again they had thought that when they had killed Fury as well. It seems that their paranoia was set at the wrong person yet again.
LITV heard the slow sound of his stairs creaking. It was a common phenomenon, it was an old house, constantly setting and the weather was being less than cooperative. LITV had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, mourning the loss of TTT. They had gotten the killer, or so he thought. His blurry mind was a mess or theories and ideas for why this person would kill another but nothing made sense, "Having difficulties?" a familiar voice said and LITV spun around, looking at his late night visitor, "Not really, just thinking; what are you doing in my house though?"
The visitor looked at him like he was an idiot, but realized what was going on when he saw the bottle of whiskey in LITV's hand, "I see what you're doing. Toast was a good guy, but he couldn't be allowed to live."
LITV stiffened, "What did you saw?"
The Killer, for that was who is was smiled and held up a butcher's knife. LITV reacted fast, throwing his almost empty whiskey bottle at the killer who caught the brunt of the throw in the face. LITV ran past the KIller as he reeled back and tried to escape the house. The Killer had been busy while LITV had been drinking and toasting to the dead. His door was nailed shut and his windows had been given the same treatment. He ran from exit to exit, trying to escape, trapped in his own home like a rat. Meanwhile the Killer simply laughed and moved towards the doomed man.
LITV knew his time was up and faced the Killer, "The others will find you out eventually."
The Killer mockingly answered, "Yes because they're doing such an amazing job already. They killed two innocent people, saving me the trouble. You people are blind to me and anything I've done. So hope for that with your last breathes," the Killer grabbed LITV and forced the knife between his ribs, stabbing again and again, the spatter of blood, reaching far and LITV felt the world around him explode in a field of violence.
LITV heard the slow sound of his stairs creaking. It was a common phenomenon, it was an old house, constantly setting and the weather was being less than cooperative. LITV had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, mourning the loss of TTT. They had gotten the killer, or so he thought. His blurry mind was a mess or theories and ideas for why this person would kill another but nothing made sense, "Having difficulties?" a familiar voice said and LITV spun around, looking at his late night visitor, "Not really, just thinking; what are you doing in my house though?"
The visitor looked at him like he was an idiot, but realized what was going on when he saw the bottle of whiskey in LITV's hand, "I see what you're doing. Toast was a good guy, but he couldn't be allowed to live."
LITV stiffened, "What did you saw?"
The Killer, for that was who is was smiled and held up a butcher's knife. LITV reacted fast, throwing his almost empty whiskey bottle at the killer who caught the brunt of the throw in the face. LITV ran past the KIller as he reeled back and tried to escape the house. The Killer had been busy while LITV had been drinking and toasting to the dead. His door was nailed shut and his windows had been given the same treatment. He ran from exit to exit, trying to escape, trapped in his own home like a rat. Meanwhile the Killer simply laughed and moved towards the doomed man.
LITV knew his time was up and faced the Killer, "The others will find you out eventually."
The Killer mockingly answered, "Yes because they're doing such an amazing job already. They killed two innocent people, saving me the trouble. You people are blind to me and anything I've done. So hope for that with your last breathes," the Killer grabbed LITV and forced the knife between his ribs, stabbing again and again, the spatter of blood, reaching far and LITV felt the world around him explode in a field of violence.
Raven had heard rumours of a killer amongst him and his friends, but it was only now that they were confirmed did he believe them. One of his companions had been murdered. Atticus, who called himself the War Penguin, had been brutally killed as a result of a slit throat, and Time Travelling Toaster was murdered in a similar manner, a knife wound. Probably the same weapon. Indeed, even Lost in the Void had been killed with a knife of some sort. Raven knew this spree was just beginning, but he had a suspicion someone would visit him to ensure their own judgement was correct. The secret nominations were in, and votes tallied.
A knock on Raven's fortress door brought his attention to the Securitas surveillance system. A couple of people, Fairee and Schizzy, both wearing heavy overcoats, stood nervously outside. Fairee carried a briefcase in one hand. Raven entered a series of complex passcodes into the Securitas and unlocked the fortress, opening the door for them. "You've heard, haven't you?" he asked. "About War Penguin, Toaster and Lost?"
"Yeah... we know," Schizzy answered. "That's why we're here." Both of them produced pistols from under their jackets and pointed them at Raven. In shock, he realized their true purpose. They were here to execute him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa... don't be too hasty, guys," he quickly said, backing up a step and raising his hands. "I didn't kill any of them. Think about it for a sec. Why would I do it? They're my friends. I had no reason to kill them... why do you think it's me?"
"We've talked to the others, the veterans. They know you too well, Raven," Fairee answered. "Ownage, Neo, hope, they know you'll do anything to save yourself. But they also know you like to play games with your victims. So we're going to play a game with you." She set her briefcase down on a table and gestured to it. "Sit down, now. No-one is coming to save you."
"No-one ever does..." Raven muttered, sitting down. Fairee opened the briefcase to reveal two small objects; a butterfly knife, and a pill bottle. "Here's your new game, Raven. You get to choose how you want to die. You can take a suicide capsule to stop your heart, or you can take the knife and slash your own throat the same way you killed your victims."
Raven froze, thinking hard. An old quote came back to him: There is always a way for those clever enough to find it. With that in mind, he surveyed his options. He could end his own life... or deal with his assailants and escape to set up a new base from where he could defend himself. He picked up the knife and the pills, spun the knife open and took the cap off... then spun around and threw them both simultaneously, holding on to the bottle to send the pills flying.
The knife went into Schizzy's hand, causing him to cry out in pain and drop his weapon. The flung suicide pills hit Fairee in the face, and she brought her hands up to deflect them. They distracted her long enough for Raven to get up, snatch Schizzy's pistol and shoot the gun out of her hand. He hurried for the second pistol, catching it in mid-air. Raven spun round and aimed at his would-be executioners.
"Nice try, but you'll never outsmart me," he taunted. "Raven Sanderson always wins." With that he shifted his aiming, and fired both guns simultaneously on burst-fire, putting three bullets in Fairee's leg and another three in Schizzy's foot. He stepped over their prone bodies and quickly ran out the door...
...where he was promptly greeted by a group of people in black combat armour, each holding a semi-automatic rifle aimed at the front door. One of them spoke, their voice unrecognisable as a result of a filter. "Did you honestly think it would be that easy, Raven? Although they didn't know it, we sent them in as a test of your abilities. Only a skilled assassin could have passed such a test. Sorry, Raven, but goodbye."
"No! Wait! I didn't kill - " The rest of Raven's words were lost as the black-armoured squad opened fire, jerking Raven's body back to the door in a danse macabre before they stopped firing and let his dead corpse fall to the ground. One of the squad members checked his body before looking to the others and saying,
"Subject Raven Sanderson. Status: Executed."
A knock on Raven's fortress door brought his attention to the Securitas surveillance system. A couple of people, Fairee and Schizzy, both wearing heavy overcoats, stood nervously outside. Fairee carried a briefcase in one hand. Raven entered a series of complex passcodes into the Securitas and unlocked the fortress, opening the door for them. "You've heard, haven't you?" he asked. "About War Penguin, Toaster and Lost?"
"Yeah... we know," Schizzy answered. "That's why we're here." Both of them produced pistols from under their jackets and pointed them at Raven. In shock, he realized their true purpose. They were here to execute him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa... don't be too hasty, guys," he quickly said, backing up a step and raising his hands. "I didn't kill any of them. Think about it for a sec. Why would I do it? They're my friends. I had no reason to kill them... why do you think it's me?"
"We've talked to the others, the veterans. They know you too well, Raven," Fairee answered. "Ownage, Neo, hope, they know you'll do anything to save yourself. But they also know you like to play games with your victims. So we're going to play a game with you." She set her briefcase down on a table and gestured to it. "Sit down, now. No-one is coming to save you."
"No-one ever does..." Raven muttered, sitting down. Fairee opened the briefcase to reveal two small objects; a butterfly knife, and a pill bottle. "Here's your new game, Raven. You get to choose how you want to die. You can take a suicide capsule to stop your heart, or you can take the knife and slash your own throat the same way you killed your victims."
Raven froze, thinking hard. An old quote came back to him: There is always a way for those clever enough to find it. With that in mind, he surveyed his options. He could end his own life... or deal with his assailants and escape to set up a new base from where he could defend himself. He picked up the knife and the pills, spun the knife open and took the cap off... then spun around and threw them both simultaneously, holding on to the bottle to send the pills flying.
The knife went into Schizzy's hand, causing him to cry out in pain and drop his weapon. The flung suicide pills hit Fairee in the face, and she brought her hands up to deflect them. They distracted her long enough for Raven to get up, snatch Schizzy's pistol and shoot the gun out of her hand. He hurried for the second pistol, catching it in mid-air. Raven spun round and aimed at his would-be executioners.
"Nice try, but you'll never outsmart me," he taunted. "Raven Sanderson always wins." With that he shifted his aiming, and fired both guns simultaneously on burst-fire, putting three bullets in Fairee's leg and another three in Schizzy's foot. He stepped over their prone bodies and quickly ran out the door...
...where he was promptly greeted by a group of people in black combat armour, each holding a semi-automatic rifle aimed at the front door. One of them spoke, their voice unrecognisable as a result of a filter. "Did you honestly think it would be that easy, Raven? Although they didn't know it, we sent them in as a test of your abilities. Only a skilled assassin could have passed such a test. Sorry, Raven, but goodbye."
"No! Wait! I didn't kill - " The rest of Raven's words were lost as the black-armoured squad opened fire, jerking Raven's body back to the door in a danse macabre before they stopped firing and let his dead corpse fall to the ground. One of the squad members checked his body before looking to the others and saying,
"Subject Raven Sanderson. Status: Executed."
It's 2:30 in the morning, Ownage is in his bed, suddenly he hears a thumping down stairs. He jumps up and trecks downstairs to see if there is an intruder. He was ill prepared, suddenly he comes up behind Ownage, and puts a cholorform cloth over his mouth.
Ownage wakes up in a dark, damp room, tied to a chair. He sees a silhouette in the corner of the room, he walks into a light emitting from a mirky window, the person becomes immediatly recognisable to Ownage.
"Let me go! You've killed enough people already!"
"But I'm only getting started, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
The killer opens a case, revealing torture equipment, he takes out a knife.
"This is going to be fun."
suddenly, Ownage bursts from the chair, and tackles the killer to the ground, in a last ditch attempt at postponing fate. He makes a run for the door, only to find it locked and barred, he turns around to find the killer back on his feet. The killer picks up a machete, charging at Ownage, tackling him to the ground.
"That's not going to help you."
The killer put the machete to Ownage's neck, cutting through it like butter.
Ownage wakes up in a dark, damp room, tied to a chair. He sees a silhouette in the corner of the room, he walks into a light emitting from a mirky window, the person becomes immediatly recognisable to Ownage.
"Let me go! You've killed enough people already!"
"But I'm only getting started, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
The killer opens a case, revealing torture equipment, he takes out a knife.
"This is going to be fun."
suddenly, Ownage bursts from the chair, and tackles the killer to the ground, in a last ditch attempt at postponing fate. He makes a run for the door, only to find it locked and barred, he turns around to find the killer back on his feet. The killer picks up a machete, charging at Ownage, tackling him to the ground.
"That's not going to help you."
The killer put the machete to Ownage's neck, cutting through it like butter.
Linkage = Here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.198636-Serial-Killer-Round-12-Now-with-Free-Bacon-Vote-for-Execution-9?page=36#6623007] Damn post letter count limit.
I was high fortified in my Castle Pants, nothing could enter! The door was closed, the socks protected the legs, the wooden block covered the waist, that I was sure, there was no way in!. I paced and paced, my friends were being picked off like flies! This murder is on the loose and the stupid Bacon God can't pin him! This is the only safe place... the only place where I know I can relax.
Just then I heard a crack, one of the singers of "Ode to Pants" voice cracked, something was up. I looked around searched the castle and surveyed the outside, nothing came in or out... yet I couldn't help but feel this... And there it was, a quick figure flew right by just outside my line of sight.
Then cracks started to be heard from every nook and cranny of the castle, a chorus of them, a mockery to the true music playing in my domain. I noticed a note fall down before me, it was in big letters, easy to tell that these were my last few moments. And so it read.
[HEADING=2]Flies undone[/HEADING]
Well shit.. and with that the roof collapsed on me, burying me in pants as the singers of the ode broke off slowly but surely with my life-force.
Bleh! Dead.
Just then I heard a crack, one of the singers of "Ode to Pants" voice cracked, something was up. I looked around searched the castle and surveyed the outside, nothing came in or out... yet I couldn't help but feel this... And there it was, a quick figure flew right by just outside my line of sight.
Then cracks started to be heard from every nook and cranny of the castle, a chorus of them, a mockery to the true music playing in my domain. I noticed a note fall down before me, it was in big letters, easy to tell that these were my last few moments. And so it read.
[HEADING=2]Flies undone[/HEADING]
Well shit.. and with that the roof collapsed on me, burying me in pants as the singers of the ode broke off slowly but surely with my life-force.
Bleh! Dead.
Schizzy, wheelchair-bound, sat at his dining, hands shaking. Innocent blood was on his hand. Even after the fiasco of Pm0n3y's execution, which saw his foot amputated, people were still dying. He fingered the wrong man. He knows he will have to pay the price one day. Innocent blood was on his hands.
Even now, he could hear the voices of Fury, Axle, Lost and Pm0n3y screaming from beyond the grave.
Executioner. Killer. Murderer.
NO!
Clutching his head, screaming, Schizzy tried to drown out the voices.
Must get out!
Suffocating within the four walls of his home, Schizzy tried to flee. To escape the voices. The front door was his salvation!
He turned the doorknob, and he found peace.
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From a distance away, through a binoculars, Yorg watched the smoldering remains of Schizzy's home. He nodded. Nukey, who was behind him, understood.
It is done
Even now, he could hear the voices of Fury, Axle, Lost and Pm0n3y screaming from beyond the grave.
Executioner. Killer. Murderer.
NO!
Clutching his head, screaming, Schizzy tried to drown out the voices.
Must get out!
Suffocating within the four walls of his home, Schizzy tried to flee. To escape the voices. The front door was his salvation!
He turned the doorknob, and he found peace.
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From a distance away, through a binoculars, Yorg watched the smoldering remains of Schizzy's home. He nodded. Nukey, who was behind him, understood.
It is done
JP Busybody had just locked the door to his office after a very long day at work when he heard footsteps heading toward him. He looked up to see a familiar face, though he couldn?t attach a name to it just yet. He managed to muster a quick, ?Hey,? before attempting to pass the acquaintance and continue home to feed his cats. The acquaintance just continued walking towards him, but JP wasn?t concerned until he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as the two met in the middle of the walkway. As the stranger fled, JP looked down, saw the very large knife stuck in his gut, and collapsed to the pavement. He tried to crawl his way back towards his office, but deep down, he knew he wasn?t going to make it in time to save himself. As he bled out, he lamented to himself, I knew he was going to come for me sometime. Should have been more careful.
He had been wrongly accused. This wouldn't have happened if he would have just stuck his nose out of other people's business. But he just had to go into that alley and get knocked out. He had woken up next to a bloodied knife and one of the victims, Void, lying there, dead. He knew they wouldn't believe he wasn't the killer. He had dashed out of the door and started running. But he knew they'd eventually find him. His fingerprints were on the knife and the doorknob. At least that's where he knew his fingerprints were.
They had found him where he was hiding in a bush while catching his breath. He didn't want to get shot right there, so he surrendered. They took him and now he was on trial.
"Lambi." said the judge in a thundering voice. "You have been found guilty of murder. A murder that connects to the other murders. I have no choice but to find you...guilty!"
"No! It wasn't me! I swear!" Lambi yelled in a panicking voice.
"Tell that to the electric chair!" the judge said. "Take him away!"
"Noooooooooo!" Lambi yelled as he was being dragged away.
They had strapped him to the electric chair and were getting ready to hit the switch. "Any last words?" one of the guards said.
"I'm not guilty." Lambi said in a calm voice. He knew they wouldn't believe him.
"That's what they all say." the guard said before he stepped out of the chamber and gave the signal to hit the switch. One other guard did so and they watched as the electricity took care of Lambi. He twitched and screamed and was obviously in pain. After a few minutes they turned the electric chair off and Lambi sat there, dead in the chair.
They had found him where he was hiding in a bush while catching his breath. He didn't want to get shot right there, so he surrendered. They took him and now he was on trial.
"Lambi." said the judge in a thundering voice. "You have been found guilty of murder. A murder that connects to the other murders. I have no choice but to find you...guilty!"
"No! It wasn't me! I swear!" Lambi yelled in a panicking voice.
"Tell that to the electric chair!" the judge said. "Take him away!"
"Noooooooooo!" Lambi yelled as he was being dragged away.
They had strapped him to the electric chair and were getting ready to hit the switch. "Any last words?" one of the guards said.
"I'm not guilty." Lambi said in a calm voice. He knew they wouldn't believe him.
"That's what they all say." the guard said before he stepped out of the chamber and gave the signal to hit the switch. One other guard did so and they watched as the electricity took care of Lambi. He twitched and screamed and was obviously in pain. After a few minutes they turned the electric chair off and Lambi sat there, dead in the chair.
Linkage = Here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.198636-Serial-Killer-Round-12-Now-with-Free-Bacon-Vote-for-Execution-9?page=54#6723208] Since his death kills anything that comes after it. (It kills even when dead! Yorg's post is Jason! Ahhhhh!)
I decided to go for an evening walk, I figured it was safe since the killer had just struck. For some reason he never strikes twice in a row..
As I was walking along a nature path, I saw a sign ahead saying '
'
"Free pie? Woohoo!" I said innocently, following the sign to a nearby bench. On the bench sat a tasty looking pie and a decorative plate.
As I picked it up, my common sense started to kick in.
"Wait a minute... No one leaves a pie uncovered out on a nature trail... Unless they're attracting bears!!" I said fearfully, as a roar behind me confirmed my suspicions. A huge black bear started chasing after me, and for some reason I was still holding the pie in my hands.
As I ran further down the trail, I saw more weird signs, saying '
' and '
' and '
'
"Heey.. I didn't kill anyone! I just really like pie." I protested, as the last sign drew nearer. '
'
I threw the pie over my shoulder, hoping to distract the bear. Unfortunatly while I was distracted, I didn't notice the path disappear beneath my feet. I screamed as I fell off a steep cliff into the rough waters below...
As I was walking along a nature path, I saw a sign ahead saying '
Code:
Free Pie."Free pie? Woohoo!" I said innocently, following the sign to a nearby bench. On the bench sat a tasty looking pie and a decorative plate.
As I picked it up, my common sense started to kick in.
"Wait a minute... No one leaves a pie uncovered out on a nature trail... Unless they're attracting bears!!" I said fearfully, as a roar behind me confirmed my suspicions. A huge black bear started chasing after me, and for some reason I was still holding the pie in my hands.
As I ran further down the trail, I saw more weird signs, saying '
Code:
Murderer!
Code:
If the shoe fits!
Code:
Missing dog, please call the number below!"Heey.. I didn't kill anyone! I just really like pie." I protested, as the last sign drew nearer. '
Code:
Sky is a killer!I threw the pie over my shoulder, hoping to distract the bear. Unfortunatly while I was distracted, I didn't notice the path disappear beneath my feet. I screamed as I fell off a steep cliff into the rough waters below...
Ryan was getting sick of this. Friends were being sliced up left and right. Others killed for crimes they didn't commit. People who he thought were enemies receiving the same fate. He needed to end this madness, and now. No more would he hide in terror in isolation. No, he would bring the fight to the killer, and hopefully give him his just desserts.
Suiting up in various pots and pans as armor, Ryan looked ridiculous. A steel pot as a helmet and a pan as a chest plate were the most noticeable parts. He was armed with a cookie sheet shield and his trusty hatchet. Not only that, he was as quick as a tortoise and about as quiet as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs. But who needs speed and stealth if you can't be shot or, more importantly, stabbed?
The looks he received simply going out to his car and driving down the road were strange. Clearly, no one had ever seen a man dressed in kitchenware. Some people called the police on him, believing Ryan to be a mad man. Seeing the tell tale lights and hearing the sirens gave him all the more reason to speed to the killer's base.
After driving for what seemed like hours, he mananged to reach the headquarters: a rather ordinary looking house that wouldn't seem out of place in your average suburb. There was no need to knock, the clanking was enough to get him an invite inside. The killer kept his face in shadow for obvious reasons.
The two chatted about the various goings on and the murders and executions, both knowing the other's intent. Several times he tried to persuade Ryan to remove his armor, but the attempts were rather feeble and extremely obvious. When Ryan seemed that he was prepared to leave, he threw his hatchet as he turned out the door, splitting the beside the killer. The killer returned with a magnum to the head, but the pot broke the force of the bullet while going flying.
Ryan tackled the killer, cookie sheet first. Just as he was about to crush the killer's windpipe, he was pushed off and hit in the back of the head with the gun, knocking him out. He was turned over, splashed with water to wake him up and ate boot as the killer crushed his skull. Blood washed over the floor and passed off as paint, while the body was stored with all of the others.
Suiting up in various pots and pans as armor, Ryan looked ridiculous. A steel pot as a helmet and a pan as a chest plate were the most noticeable parts. He was armed with a cookie sheet shield and his trusty hatchet. Not only that, he was as quick as a tortoise and about as quiet as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs. But who needs speed and stealth if you can't be shot or, more importantly, stabbed?
The looks he received simply going out to his car and driving down the road were strange. Clearly, no one had ever seen a man dressed in kitchenware. Some people called the police on him, believing Ryan to be a mad man. Seeing the tell tale lights and hearing the sirens gave him all the more reason to speed to the killer's base.
After driving for what seemed like hours, he mananged to reach the headquarters: a rather ordinary looking house that wouldn't seem out of place in your average suburb. There was no need to knock, the clanking was enough to get him an invite inside. The killer kept his face in shadow for obvious reasons.
The two chatted about the various goings on and the murders and executions, both knowing the other's intent. Several times he tried to persuade Ryan to remove his armor, but the attempts were rather feeble and extremely obvious. When Ryan seemed that he was prepared to leave, he threw his hatchet as he turned out the door, splitting the beside the killer. The killer returned with a magnum to the head, but the pot broke the force of the bullet while going flying.
Ryan tackled the killer, cookie sheet first. Just as he was about to crush the killer's windpipe, he was pushed off and hit in the back of the head with the gun, knocking him out. He was turned over, splashed with water to wake him up and ate boot as the killer crushed his skull. Blood washed over the floor and passed off as paint, while the body was stored with all of the others.
Still pending.
Twas once a man named killy mgee(for purposes of convenience),
He roamed around the 'Scapist free,
He was well liked, t'was never rude,
For he was quite the swell dude,
But alas he held a terrible hobby,
For he was quite the nut-jobey (?),
He loved to kill and maim and hurt,
And touch himself whilst the blood did squirt.
His victim was a noble lad, his skin and hair t'was black (ish),
And now dear friends we meet his victim the great, fantabulous Zak,
Zak was biking how one eve, he was so greatly happy,
For once he reached his destination, he could play his new game Zappy ©
He parked his bike, bounded up the lawn and ran right through the door,
Little did he notice the marbles strewn across the floor,
He slipped and slid, and skidded back,
T'was the killers plan, alack,
He slumped to the ground and cracked his head,
And lay there still, could he be dead?
The killer slunk out from the shadows, laughing with glee,
"Hurrah that banjo playing prick is dead, another victim of my spree!",
Zak's eyes sprung open, he leapt to his feet,
The killer smiled, " He's alive, oh what a treat",
He drew his knife, A Fairbairn-Sykes,
Zak's face went pale, he muttered "yikes!"
The killer lunged, planted his blade deep,
Confirming Zak's eternal sleep,
Brackish blood seeped out and stained the floor,
The killer smiled, he wanted more,
He gave the blade a vicious twist,
Then... Oh, ok I'll stop if you insist.
Zak's eyes bore fear, his face held shock,
The killer grinned and rubbed his *censored*,
The killer leaned forward and caught Zak's eye,
Who the hell is this fucked up guy?
Zak slumped to the floor, he now was dead,
The killer smiled, his bloodlust fed,
He walked away and laughed and danced,
The killing had made him entranced,
He got into his car and waived farewell,
Another 'friend' consigned to hell.
He roamed around the 'Scapist free,
He was well liked, t'was never rude,
For he was quite the swell dude,
But alas he held a terrible hobby,
For he was quite the nut-jobey (?),
He loved to kill and maim and hurt,
And touch himself whilst the blood did squirt.
His victim was a noble lad, his skin and hair t'was black (ish),
And now dear friends we meet his victim the great, fantabulous Zak,
Zak was biking how one eve, he was so greatly happy,
For once he reached his destination, he could play his new game Zappy ©
He parked his bike, bounded up the lawn and ran right through the door,
Little did he notice the marbles strewn across the floor,
He slipped and slid, and skidded back,
T'was the killers plan, alack,
He slumped to the ground and cracked his head,
And lay there still, could he be dead?
The killer slunk out from the shadows, laughing with glee,
"Hurrah that banjo playing prick is dead, another victim of my spree!",
Zak's eyes sprung open, he leapt to his feet,
The killer smiled, " He's alive, oh what a treat",
He drew his knife, A Fairbairn-Sykes,
Zak's face went pale, he muttered "yikes!"
The killer lunged, planted his blade deep,
Confirming Zak's eternal sleep,
Brackish blood seeped out and stained the floor,
The killer smiled, he wanted more,
He gave the blade a vicious twist,
Then... Oh, ok I'll stop if you insist.
Zak's eyes bore fear, his face held shock,
The killer grinned and rubbed his *censored*,
The killer leaned forward and caught Zak's eye,
Who the hell is this fucked up guy?
Zak slumped to the floor, he now was dead,
The killer smiled, his bloodlust fed,
He walked away and laughed and danced,
The killing had made him entranced,
He got into his car and waived farewell,
Another 'friend' consigned to hell.
Now start getting those numbers in people! Operators are standing by!
