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.
