Serial Killer Round 21 -- GM is now Lizmichi { Game Over, Man! Game Over! }
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@Element: Hope you like writing death stories. 'Cause I'm not stopping!
~Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball, don't stop me noooow~
~Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball, don't stop me noooow~
Okay people the rules for this mass slaughter for the sin of puns are that when I put --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Steak's body will be completely repaired. When ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''is put Tiny's body will be completely repaired. Alright now to get this massacre started.
*Punches Tiny so hard in the face he starts to cartwheel and grabs his feet while he's upside down. Chains his legs apart upside down and pulls out a hacksaw. Saws his body in half vertically with a dull hacksaw so that he will live longer due to the blood pooling in his brain*
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*Revs engine of chainsaw motorcycle. Guns it and starts doing a donut around steak sticking a chainsaw into him a little less than half through his torso. I slowly raise the angle of the chainsaw to make his flesh resemble a spring. After finishing it I hang steak off the side of the JIB so his flesh falls down and he rotates like a wind chime.*
*Dons full Maple Leafs gear. Picks up a timber, Maple Leafs themed, Maple Leafs tape wrapped, Dion Phaneuf signed hockey stick. Beats Neo in the face with it till the stick breaks. Picks up bloody corpse and puts him at the start of the Maple Leafs' carpet that they walk on to the ice so they trample him with skates before they go onto the ice. Than I bring the beaten bloody corpse outside and toss it into the air.*
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*Gives Steak 1000 paper cuts. Kicks him Spartan style into a pit filled with salty lemon juice. Removes him. Tosses him into a pile of rusty nails and broken glass located in a trash compactor. Turns on trash compactor.*
*Left upper cut to Icarion's jaw. As he flips over I kick the top of his head, sending him flying high into the air, turning him inside out.*
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For this death I'm going to invite my character Tyson from SoJ 3. *Tyson walks in* "Hi." "Now Tyson we need a creative death for Steak here." "Sure no problem." *Tyson uses his sound manipulation powers to generate a sound wave that causes Steaks head to explode. Tyson bowed and left to return to SoJ 3.*
*Steals Shizzy's walker. Breaks off the four walker legs and impales him with them. Puts the top of the walker around his neck and twists it till its tight. Uses it to toss him into the air like in a hammer toss.*
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*Sends a pack of hell hounds after Steak that rip him to shreds before throwing his soul into the river Styx.*
*Sharpens a couple Nickleback CDs into throwing stars. Uses the throwing stars to rip apart Sky. Burns off layer of skin from hand for touching anything Nickleback in accordance to the code. Punts Sky up the Stairway to Heaven.*
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*Makes Steak run through a field of mines. Watches Steak getting more and more nervous the farther he runs. Drinks beer as Steaks body starts fly from exploding mine to exploding mine.*
*Shoves a funnel down Tiny's throat. Starts to empty bottles of Prozac down Tiny's throat. Fills Tiny up with Helium and watches him fly away while ODing on the Prozac.*
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*Takes out the beating sludge hammer and slams Steak on the bottom of the jaw sending him flying into the air with his jaw now located at the top of his skull.*
*Flies above V.H. and starts kicking the bodies of Steak, Neo, Icarion, Tiny, Sky, and Shizzy towards V.H. As each corpse impacts V.H., V.H. and the corpses that already made contact were driven deeper into the earth until Shizzy's corpse pushed them into the Mantle.*
Steak's body will be completely repaired. When ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''is put Tiny's body will be completely repaired. Alright now to get this massacre started.
*Punches Tiny so hard in the face he starts to cartwheel and grabs his feet while he's upside down. Chains his legs apart upside down and pulls out a hacksaw. Saws his body in half vertically with a dull hacksaw so that he will live longer due to the blood pooling in his brain*
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*Revs engine of chainsaw motorcycle. Guns it and starts doing a donut around steak sticking a chainsaw into him a little less than half through his torso. I slowly raise the angle of the chainsaw to make his flesh resemble a spring. After finishing it I hang steak off the side of the JIB so his flesh falls down and he rotates like a wind chime.*
*Dons full Maple Leafs gear. Picks up a timber, Maple Leafs themed, Maple Leafs tape wrapped, Dion Phaneuf signed hockey stick. Beats Neo in the face with it till the stick breaks. Picks up bloody corpse and puts him at the start of the Maple Leafs' carpet that they walk on to the ice so they trample him with skates before they go onto the ice. Than I bring the beaten bloody corpse outside and toss it into the air.*
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*Gives Steak 1000 paper cuts. Kicks him Spartan style into a pit filled with salty lemon juice. Removes him. Tosses him into a pile of rusty nails and broken glass located in a trash compactor. Turns on trash compactor.*
*Left upper cut to Icarion's jaw. As he flips over I kick the top of his head, sending him flying high into the air, turning him inside out.*
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For this death I'm going to invite my character Tyson from SoJ 3. *Tyson walks in* "Hi." "Now Tyson we need a creative death for Steak here." "Sure no problem." *Tyson uses his sound manipulation powers to generate a sound wave that causes Steaks head to explode. Tyson bowed and left to return to SoJ 3.*
*Steals Shizzy's walker. Breaks off the four walker legs and impales him with them. Puts the top of the walker around his neck and twists it till its tight. Uses it to toss him into the air like in a hammer toss.*
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*Sends a pack of hell hounds after Steak that rip him to shreds before throwing his soul into the river Styx.*
*Sharpens a couple Nickleback CDs into throwing stars. Uses the throwing stars to rip apart Sky. Burns off layer of skin from hand for touching anything Nickleback in accordance to the code. Punts Sky up the Stairway to Heaven.*
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*Makes Steak run through a field of mines. Watches Steak getting more and more nervous the farther he runs. Drinks beer as Steaks body starts fly from exploding mine to exploding mine.*
*Shoves a funnel down Tiny's throat. Starts to empty bottles of Prozac down Tiny's throat. Fills Tiny up with Helium and watches him fly away while ODing on the Prozac.*
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*Takes out the beating sludge hammer and slams Steak on the bottom of the jaw sending him flying into the air with his jaw now located at the top of his skull.*
*Flies above V.H. and starts kicking the bodies of Steak, Neo, Icarion, Tiny, Sky, and Shizzy towards V.H. As each corpse impacts V.H., V.H. and the corpses that already made contact were driven deeper into the earth until Shizzy's corpse pushed them into the Mantle.*
@element: Eh. After the third time, I got used to it. But that's really starting to get a bit old.
@Steak Its the rules. I made them and I'm going to follow them. I horribly harm you since killing is reserved for the killer and the combined vote of the group.
@element: But destroying my head. That's killing me. I don't know where you went to school, but if your brain is gone, so are you.
@Steak But considering the rules of Serial Killer you don't die you regenerate the body part that is damaged. Therefore your head regrows back to normal and you aren't dead. Just in extremely horrible pain.
@element: Your logic is infalluable. Infallable? I can never remember how that's spelled. Funny, how you think about a word and it just seems like it's not right. I mean, some times-
*Pause*
Christ alive, I must be bored.
*Pause*
Christ alive, I must be bored.
@element:You must of given mine second place... I only got the top of my head punched off. Wow... Thats an honor.
"Oh, god" Atticus thought to himself in pain and misery. His head was throbbing from a forgotten night. The cool air from the ceiling fan above him brushed against his face as he struggled to open his eyes. It was like they were glued shut, but he continued to struggle. Once he finally got his eyelids to snap open, he got up and looked around his room for clues on what happened. From what he could tell, anything could have occurred. The room was a mess. The furniture was misplaced, some of it was even turned upside-down, there was trash and clothing everywhere, and it all smelled like sweat and shame. He wasn't entirely sure what happened the night before from what he saw, but then he noticed something in his hand: A coverless game package with a red inhaler inside. "Jet" Atticus thought to himself. Then it was all clear to him; He was hooked on New Vegas.
Atticus looked at his clock, which conveniently told the month and date. January 23rd. "Fuck!" he cursed out loud. It all didn't happen last night, it happened last month. He rushed out of bed and looked for his laptop. He found it at the foot of his bed and flipped it open to check the Escapist for what he missed. He found an unfortunate message informing him that he had lost one of his favorite forum games. "Fuck" he repeated, this time a little more quietly, aware that his downstairs neighbors could have heard him the first time.
He held his head in embarrassment. But knowing that he couldn't dwell on what had happened forever, he got up, with his laptop under his arm, and moved to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast and write up his death. He popped in some toast in the toaster and sat on the kitchen table, ready to write about how screwed he was. Little did he how screwed he really was.
Other than the ticking of the toaster and Atticus's typing, the kitchen was eerily quiet. Atticus perked his head up and realized something was off. Not only was the kitchen quiet, but then entire apartment was quiet. But that wasn't the strange part. What was strange was that Atticus felt as if he wasn't the only one there. He turned around to check if anyone was near. So far, no one. Usually his mother was there, but if that were the case, he would have heard the television on in her bedroom. He got up cautiously. He slowly moved back into his room to get something that might defend him. His room was too much of a mess to find it, however. He fell to his knees and began rummaging through the refuse as if his life depended on it. And it did. He knew there was a certain presence there that would to take his life away and he wasn't ready to let that happen. The presence was looming over him more and more as he searched below rags and papers to find what he needed. He knew what was coming, he knew his fate, but he wouldn't face it without a fight. He was ready to face the serial killer.
Atticus knew he was right behind him, ready to sneak up on him and deliver a deathly blow. But he finally found what he was looking for: his cane. The pulled out a blade and swung down onto Atticus. However, Atticus was swift and managed to block the killer's attack with his cane. He pushed the killer away and grabbed his top hat. Once the killer got back on his feet, he found Atticus in his hat and pointing his cane at him. "Let's dance" he said smugly.
The killer lunged at Atticus, who jumped aside and whacked the killer on the back. He fell forward, but managed to counter an attack that Atticus attempted to make by kicking him in the gut. He stumbled backwards, but was still on his feet. It would take more than a kick to knock him down. The killer got back up and tried to strike again which Atticus jumped back in response. He swung his cane and hit the killer in the head. The killer stubbled back, holding his head in pain, which Atticus to the opportunity to hit him again while he's hurt. He jabbed him in the stomach and knocked him down. Just as he was lunging forward to get him again, the killer lifted his legs and flipped Atticus onto his back behind him. He quickly got back up and stumbled down the hallway and into the living room. Once Atticus got back to his senses he saw the killer charging towards him. He dodged him and hit him on the back again. This time, the killer didn't respond in pain but in irritation. Atticus wasn't afraid though, so he charged at him into the kitchen, where the killer fell to the floor and was cornered.
Atticus jammed his cane into the killer's chest, who grunted in response to the force. He looked at him straight in the eye, gave him an evil smirk, and said, "You kill my friends?" Nearby, there was a slight ticking sound. "Put the blame on my other friends?" Tick tick tick tick. "Come into my home and expect the same result?" Tick tick tick tick. "I don't don't think so. I'll be sure you'll pay for what you've done." Tick tick tick tick. With that, Atticus lifted his cane to deliver one last series of attacks, this time putting an end this madness. "Tell Satan I said hi" he said. DING! Just as he was about to kill him, Atticus got distracted by the ding of the toaster, which the killer used this opportunity to get back up and stab him in the throat. He stumbled back in pain, clenching his wound and gurgling with blood.
"Tell Satan I said hi" the killer responded smugly, as he rushed out of the apartment. Atticus fell on to the kitchen table, with his weight dragging him down. As he tried to grab something that could keep him up, he inadvertently clicked the "post" button on the Escapist. Now Atticus is lying dead on the kitchen floor and you are left to read the death that was unfin
Atticus looked at his clock, which conveniently told the month and date. January 23rd. "Fuck!" he cursed out loud. It all didn't happen last night, it happened last month. He rushed out of bed and looked for his laptop. He found it at the foot of his bed and flipped it open to check the Escapist for what he missed. He found an unfortunate message informing him that he had lost one of his favorite forum games. "Fuck" he repeated, this time a little more quietly, aware that his downstairs neighbors could have heard him the first time.
He held his head in embarrassment. But knowing that he couldn't dwell on what had happened forever, he got up, with his laptop under his arm, and moved to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast and write up his death. He popped in some toast in the toaster and sat on the kitchen table, ready to write about how screwed he was. Little did he how screwed he really was.
Other than the ticking of the toaster and Atticus's typing, the kitchen was eerily quiet. Atticus perked his head up and realized something was off. Not only was the kitchen quiet, but then entire apartment was quiet. But that wasn't the strange part. What was strange was that Atticus felt as if he wasn't the only one there. He turned around to check if anyone was near. So far, no one. Usually his mother was there, but if that were the case, he would have heard the television on in her bedroom. He got up cautiously. He slowly moved back into his room to get something that might defend him. His room was too much of a mess to find it, however. He fell to his knees and began rummaging through the refuse as if his life depended on it. And it did. He knew there was a certain presence there that would to take his life away and he wasn't ready to let that happen. The presence was looming over him more and more as he searched below rags and papers to find what he needed. He knew what was coming, he knew his fate, but he wouldn't face it without a fight. He was ready to face the serial killer.
Atticus knew he was right behind him, ready to sneak up on him and deliver a deathly blow. But he finally found what he was looking for: his cane. The pulled out a blade and swung down onto Atticus. However, Atticus was swift and managed to block the killer's attack with his cane. He pushed the killer away and grabbed his top hat. Once the killer got back on his feet, he found Atticus in his hat and pointing his cane at him. "Let's dance" he said smugly.
The killer lunged at Atticus, who jumped aside and whacked the killer on the back. He fell forward, but managed to counter an attack that Atticus attempted to make by kicking him in the gut. He stumbled backwards, but was still on his feet. It would take more than a kick to knock him down. The killer got back up and tried to strike again which Atticus jumped back in response. He swung his cane and hit the killer in the head. The killer stubbled back, holding his head in pain, which Atticus to the opportunity to hit him again while he's hurt. He jabbed him in the stomach and knocked him down. Just as he was lunging forward to get him again, the killer lifted his legs and flipped Atticus onto his back behind him. He quickly got back up and stumbled down the hallway and into the living room. Once Atticus got back to his senses he saw the killer charging towards him. He dodged him and hit him on the back again. This time, the killer didn't respond in pain but in irritation. Atticus wasn't afraid though, so he charged at him into the kitchen, where the killer fell to the floor and was cornered.
Atticus jammed his cane into the killer's chest, who grunted in response to the force. He looked at him straight in the eye, gave him an evil smirk, and said, "You kill my friends?" Nearby, there was a slight ticking sound. "Put the blame on my other friends?" Tick tick tick tick. "Come into my home and expect the same result?" Tick tick tick tick. "I don't don't think so. I'll be sure you'll pay for what you've done." Tick tick tick tick. With that, Atticus lifted his cane to deliver one last series of attacks, this time putting an end this madness. "Tell Satan I said hi" he said. DING! Just as he was about to kill him, Atticus got distracted by the ding of the toaster, which the killer used this opportunity to get back up and stab him in the throat. He stumbled back in pain, clenching his wound and gurgling with blood.
"Tell Satan I said hi" the killer responded smugly, as he rushed out of the apartment. Atticus fell on to the kitchen table, with his weight dragging him down. As he tried to grab something that could keep him up, he inadvertently clicked the "post" button on the Escapist. Now Atticus is lying dead on the kitchen floor and you are left to read the death that was unfin
So yeah, I'm dead. I hope that explains where I've been, too. If you need me, my ghost will be in New Vegas.
*Ghost hand tries to pick up controller, but is unsuccessful*
NOOOOOO!!!