In other news, I wish I had an extra 10GB of broadband... we only have 10GB and we've used it all up within three weeks. I'm at dial-up speed until the 21st... *cries*
Serial Killer Round 12: Now with Free Bacon! (The Killer is Dead! New Round will begin shortly!)
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@Neo: It's consistent... but it's painfully slow. I watch a lot of videos (ZP, LRR, ENN, Crapshots, Unskippable, and now ENN Rejected), so that probably drains a fair bit.
It doesn't help that my mum's refusing to pay $10 to double our limit. If she did, we would probably only hit the cap on the 20th.
It doesn't help that my mum's refusing to pay $10 to double our limit. If she did, we would probably only hit the cap on the 20th.
@Neo: I wouldn't say "ouch". More like "they kick you where it hurts until you scream for mercy, then they kick you some more".
@NeoAC What's worse is the fact that they intentionally slow down the internet in order to sell high speed bundles. If the internet was free for everyone it would a lot faster than what we pay for now.
@element: Oh, I wish the internet was free... but it could never happen. Someone has to exploit it to make money. It's a way of life these days.
Oh Boy, I got executed again!
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My foot gracefully came in contact with the outside grounds of the school, a smile stretched as far as it would go across my face. I took a deep whiff of the air as I struck cheesy-yet-triumphant pose. Summer has finally made its way to North Carolina, and with it, comes the end of school and the beginning of my summer vacation. I step down from the stairs leading into my school, and I begin the short trek home down an empty, dusty road, thinking about all the things I'm going to do over the summer, finding myself lost in thought to delusions of grandeur.
But my brief stint of happiness was brought even shorter when I was abruptly tackled and swarmed by a group of dark, unknown figures, all wearing cliched black robes with deep hoods obscuring their faces. Before I could object, I was violently greeted by a burlap sack being placed over my head before a blunt object quickly struck my bridge, collapsing me immediately. Things went silent for momentarily before the sack was expelled from my face, thrusting me into bright, burning light. I tried to release myself, but the attempt was for naught as I learned that I was bound to the chair these people have placed me in. I couldn't see much beyond the light, that is, until the dark figures approached me. There was about seven of them, all showing different traits and attributes despite being completely shrouded by their robes. Suddenly, one of the seven stepped forward, coming in close to examine my scared expression more proficiently. The figure jumped back, throwing off its hood as it did so. It was a guy with short, curly brown hair, and an expression on his face that displayed confusion, shock, anger, and surprise.
"You again?!" He exclaimed, pointing at me in amazement. His New Zealand accent took me by surprise.
"Me? Again?" I thought with utmost confusion.
"Ummm...do I know you?" I asked smugly, speaking rather calmly despite being held against my will. The guy couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"This can't be right...I watched you die, we all did!" He yelled once again, pointing to the accomplices behind him.
"I...died? How...?" I say to myself, letting the thought sink in.
Ignoring me, the mystery gentleman paced in front of me, rambling the entire time. The rest of the robed individuals murmured behind him.
"It was a lethal injection...you were so calm...The commissioner had it all set up...she said that we were doing a good thing...that we were a benefit to the city..." He said quietly and fearfully before another one of the robes approached me, throwing off his hood. He was one of the taller, wider ones, had a small scar on one side of his face, and he looked to be somewhat older than the guy.
"That only proves that you were the killer! You killed people close to us you bastard, and for that, some comeuppance is due!" He yelled, grabbing my collar, lifting me (and the chair) to his face. My eyes widened immediately.
"Me?! Kill?! Are you loopy? I couldn't kill someone, hell; I couldn't even get to a fight! Now get me outta here! Mom's gonna be worried sick..." I said. But my defense was ignored as the guy threw me back down, making the chair tip over backwards.
I grimace in pain as the chair's back forcefully came in contact with the ground, sending a violent shockwave through my arms and to my back. As I lay there on that cold, gray, ground, the figures surround me, the remaining individuals throw off their hoods, all showing their faces. They all had unique, yet intriguing attributes; for instance, one of them had a small gray cat in his arms and looked even older than the guy the roughhoused me (possibly the oldest of them all), one had frizzy brown hair that stood up and glasses, and another looked to be the youngest yet the chubbiest of them all, while one had a skin tone similar to mine and a simple gray toque. They all looked down upon me, all sharing the same look. The look of hate. Hate for me and for the crimes I supposedly committed against their closest friends. Without another word, the group hastily dragged me out of the room, and moved me down a hallway, only stopping to open a heavy metal door. Burning hot air as well as a red hue of light greeted us as the door slowly screeched open. The tallest one unbinds my legs and walks me into the room. I took on a look of fear as I found myself staring down a large pool of molten magma. How they were able to get this deathtrap into this strange building, I'll never know.
As the rest of the crew piles into the room, I begin to pant heavily, fear beginning to overcome me. The curly haired New Zealand boy approaches me.
"Any last words before we send you to the red hot abyss below?" He asks with a snarky tone and a smirk.
"Yeah. You've got the wrong guy. Whoever you were looking for, he isn't me." I say confidently.
"And also, what would you benefit from killing me? You said I died before, right? What makes you so sure that I won't just come back?" I ask.
"Last time was only but a Lethal Injection. You still had a body to come back to. This time, your body will melt, making sure you'll never come back to this world." He replied simply.
"Yeah, I doubt reincarnation works like that. But I'm willing to experiment." I say with my own intimidating smirk.
Angered by my defiance, the New Zealander pushes me over the ledge, sending me to my fiery demise.
"See you laterrrrrrr..." My voice trails as I fall down the chasm, forming into a laugh until I come in contact with the lava. I land feet first, and said laugh begins to merge into a painful scream as I watch my skin burn and melt. Blood begins to leak from the open orifices of my face as I look up towards the skies, spotting and glaring at the people that killed me. I try to say something, but all that I can manage is another pained yelp. The burning slag reaches my waist, and my legs are all but a past thought. To save time, I fall to my back, getting rid of my arms that were still bound behind me. By the time the lava began to eat away at my back, I had slipped into unconsciousness, letting my fate take its course. Back at the top of chasm, the seven robed ones happily watch me melt into oblivion. The tallest one turns to the New Zealander.
"Raven, what he was right? What if he wasn't the killer? What if he comes back?" He asks. Raven scoffs proudly.
"He's not coming back Ryan, I can promise that. And he was the killer, no matter what he said. He killed our friends in cold blood, and we got retribution. From here on out, we have nothing to worry about." He replied, looking back down into the chasm, only to see a scorching skeleton surrounded by boiling blood.
Would I come back? Who knows for sure? But I can be sure about this: the killer is still out there.
And he will kill again.
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TL;DR: You have to read it to find out
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My foot gracefully came in contact with the outside grounds of the school, a smile stretched as far as it would go across my face. I took a deep whiff of the air as I struck cheesy-yet-triumphant pose. Summer has finally made its way to North Carolina, and with it, comes the end of school and the beginning of my summer vacation. I step down from the stairs leading into my school, and I begin the short trek home down an empty, dusty road, thinking about all the things I'm going to do over the summer, finding myself lost in thought to delusions of grandeur.
But my brief stint of happiness was brought even shorter when I was abruptly tackled and swarmed by a group of dark, unknown figures, all wearing cliched black robes with deep hoods obscuring their faces. Before I could object, I was violently greeted by a burlap sack being placed over my head before a blunt object quickly struck my bridge, collapsing me immediately. Things went silent for momentarily before the sack was expelled from my face, thrusting me into bright, burning light. I tried to release myself, but the attempt was for naught as I learned that I was bound to the chair these people have placed me in. I couldn't see much beyond the light, that is, until the dark figures approached me. There was about seven of them, all showing different traits and attributes despite being completely shrouded by their robes. Suddenly, one of the seven stepped forward, coming in close to examine my scared expression more proficiently. The figure jumped back, throwing off its hood as it did so. It was a guy with short, curly brown hair, and an expression on his face that displayed confusion, shock, anger, and surprise.
"You again?!" He exclaimed, pointing at me in amazement. His New Zealand accent took me by surprise.
"Me? Again?" I thought with utmost confusion.
"Ummm...do I know you?" I asked smugly, speaking rather calmly despite being held against my will. The guy couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"This can't be right...I watched you die, we all did!" He yelled once again, pointing to the accomplices behind him.
"I...died? How...?" I say to myself, letting the thought sink in.
Ignoring me, the mystery gentleman paced in front of me, rambling the entire time. The rest of the robed individuals murmured behind him.
"It was a lethal injection...you were so calm...The commissioner had it all set up...she said that we were doing a good thing...that we were a benefit to the city..." He said quietly and fearfully before another one of the robes approached me, throwing off his hood. He was one of the taller, wider ones, had a small scar on one side of his face, and he looked to be somewhat older than the guy.
"That only proves that you were the killer! You killed people close to us you bastard, and for that, some comeuppance is due!" He yelled, grabbing my collar, lifting me (and the chair) to his face. My eyes widened immediately.
"Me?! Kill?! Are you loopy? I couldn't kill someone, hell; I couldn't even get to a fight! Now get me outta here! Mom's gonna be worried sick..." I said. But my defense was ignored as the guy threw me back down, making the chair tip over backwards.
I grimace in pain as the chair's back forcefully came in contact with the ground, sending a violent shockwave through my arms and to my back. As I lay there on that cold, gray, ground, the figures surround me, the remaining individuals throw off their hoods, all showing their faces. They all had unique, yet intriguing attributes; for instance, one of them had a small gray cat in his arms and looked even older than the guy the roughhoused me (possibly the oldest of them all), one had frizzy brown hair that stood up and glasses, and another looked to be the youngest yet the chubbiest of them all, while one had a skin tone similar to mine and a simple gray toque. They all looked down upon me, all sharing the same look. The look of hate. Hate for me and for the crimes I supposedly committed against their closest friends. Without another word, the group hastily dragged me out of the room, and moved me down a hallway, only stopping to open a heavy metal door. Burning hot air as well as a red hue of light greeted us as the door slowly screeched open. The tallest one unbinds my legs and walks me into the room. I took on a look of fear as I found myself staring down a large pool of molten magma. How they were able to get this deathtrap into this strange building, I'll never know.
As the rest of the crew piles into the room, I begin to pant heavily, fear beginning to overcome me. The curly haired New Zealand boy approaches me.
"Any last words before we send you to the red hot abyss below?" He asks with a snarky tone and a smirk.
"Yeah. You've got the wrong guy. Whoever you were looking for, he isn't me." I say confidently.
"And also, what would you benefit from killing me? You said I died before, right? What makes you so sure that I won't just come back?" I ask.
"Last time was only but a Lethal Injection. You still had a body to come back to. This time, your body will melt, making sure you'll never come back to this world." He replied simply.
"Yeah, I doubt reincarnation works like that. But I'm willing to experiment." I say with my own intimidating smirk.
Angered by my defiance, the New Zealander pushes me over the ledge, sending me to my fiery demise.
"See you laterrrrrrr..." My voice trails as I fall down the chasm, forming into a laugh until I come in contact with the lava. I land feet first, and said laugh begins to merge into a painful scream as I watch my skin burn and melt. Blood begins to leak from the open orifices of my face as I look up towards the skies, spotting and glaring at the people that killed me. I try to say something, but all that I can manage is another pained yelp. The burning slag reaches my waist, and my legs are all but a past thought. To save time, I fall to my back, getting rid of my arms that were still bound behind me. By the time the lava began to eat away at my back, I had slipped into unconsciousness, letting my fate take its course. Back at the top of chasm, the seven robed ones happily watch me melt into oblivion. The tallest one turns to the New Zealander.
"Raven, what he was right? What if he wasn't the killer? What if he comes back?" He asks. Raven scoffs proudly.
"He's not coming back Ryan, I can promise that. And he was the killer, no matter what he said. He killed our friends in cold blood, and we got retribution. From here on out, we have nothing to worry about." He replied, looking back down into the chasm, only to see a scorching skeleton surrounded by boiling blood.
Would I come back? Who knows for sure? But I can be sure about this: the killer is still out there.
And he will kill again.
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TL;DR: You have to read it to find out
@Pm0n3y: I'm kinda confused... I was killed before you. You may have to edit a fair bit.
Also, I can claim to be the tallest in the thread. I'm 6'4".
Also, I can claim to be the tallest in the thread. I'm 6'4".
