Serial Killer Round 12: Now with Free Bacon! (The Killer is Dead! New Round will begin shortly!)
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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.
Ok that was my first attempt at poetry in a long, long time. Hope it measured up to the hype if not... Fooled you!
There are only 5 people left? xD That's amazing.
I applaud the killer =P They've done a bloody good job.
I applaud the killer =P They've done a bloody good job.
Well we haven't gotten word from the spy yet and I don't know if we have a ghost or if we do that they've chosen to contact anyone either.
Well if no one had guessed the number as several people could chosen the same wrong numbers it could be possible.
@Big: That was much better than my poem! Except for the part about the killing rubbing his cock, that's just, creepy. I can't wait to find out who the killer is, that cock rubbing git. You guys suck at finding killers.