Serial Killer Round 21 -- GM is now Lizmichi { Game Over, Man! Game Over! }
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@VH:I dont care. Really, I'm over it. And thank you. I think I had you on my list opf people to save, right after Neo.
@Steak:You were at the top of the list titled "Executions"...
@Neo:Mo problem. I am gonna kick mysaelf if you're the killer...
@Neo:Mo problem. I am gonna kick mysaelf if you're the killer...
@Neo/Icarion: I haven't seen a post stating that someone has been murdered. And I would know. Michi pesters me to change it when she puts up an announcement. =P
Joseph Percival Busybody was reading the newspaper, as he was every day nowadays, wondering which of his friends was brutally murdered this time. He?d been hiding away from the rest of the group for days now, hoping to avoid the same fate that, one by one, the rest of the group was succumbing to. Little did he realize that this would be his undoing.
Not seeing anybody he knew in the obituaries, he stepped back outside on his way to work only to find what few friends were still living were lined up in front of him shoulder to shoulder. ?Um, obvious questions about how you guys found me aside, what are you doing here?? he asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer.
?C?mon, you don?t honestly believe that you can just disappear once we start dropping like flies and avoid suspicion, right?? one person to his right asked. ?You?re pretty much the only person left who isn?t accounted for during the murders. Admit it, you?re the killer.?
?I haven?t killed anyone, though I know there?s no way I?m going to convince any of you guys of that,? JP told the group. ?Just don?t be surprised when somebody else drops dead.? He made no move to fight or flee as three members of the group pulled out assault rifles and unloaded their clips into his body. Once the deed was done, the group dissipated and headed back to their homes, hoping their ordeal was finally over.
Not seeing anybody he knew in the obituaries, he stepped back outside on his way to work only to find what few friends were still living were lined up in front of him shoulder to shoulder. ?Um, obvious questions about how you guys found me aside, what are you doing here?? he asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer.
?C?mon, you don?t honestly believe that you can just disappear once we start dropping like flies and avoid suspicion, right?? one person to his right asked. ?You?re pretty much the only person left who isn?t accounted for during the murders. Admit it, you?re the killer.?
?I haven?t killed anyone, though I know there?s no way I?m going to convince any of you guys of that,? JP told the group. ?Just don?t be surprised when somebody else drops dead.? He made no move to fight or flee as three members of the group pulled out assault rifles and unloaded their clips into his body. Once the deed was done, the group dissipated and headed back to their homes, hoping their ordeal was finally over.
@J1-2: Bravo. And in my defense, I took care to aim for the more vital areas. Made it quicker and all.
Happy Chinese New Year everyone! May peace and prosperity multiply in this Year of the Rabbit! Now, back to the show...
@MD: Nooooo... he had so much to live for... so many more cars to chase... Anyway, welcome to the JIB, buddy.
@J1-2: A beautiful summary execution. *Ba dum tish*
@Steak: The vital areas being the crotch? That's cold man... real cold.
@MD: Nooooo... he had so much to live for... so many more cars to chase... Anyway, welcome to the JIB, buddy.
@J1-2: A beautiful summary execution. *Ba dum tish*
@Steak: The vital areas being the crotch? That's cold man... real cold.
Sorry that this is really delayed...inspiration refused to strike...so...yeah. *checks thread* It's the page for delayed deaths xD
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*Sits next to JiB, sipping hot chocolate.*
*Gets out a piece of paper and a pencil*
*Begins to write*
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*Sits next to JiB, sipping hot chocolate.*
*Gets out a piece of paper and a pencil*
*Begins to write*
[HEADING=3]The Death of RBMidknight[/HEADING]
*Ahem*
Alright. Here goes.
*sigh* Okay, here's what really happened. Really.
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I built this safe-house, you see. This really awesome tricked out totally high-tech safehouse. With a pool and a garage. The best Monopoly money could buy. I'd been building it for quite awhile. New additions, new drink options. A couple of windows. All sorts of stuff. Oh and a trebuchet. Just 'cause.
So yeah. Around this awesome house I built two giant Colorful Shield Walls of Defense . And I meant giant. Not like your standard pitiful iron-wrought fences or chain link. These things were fifteen feet tall, could stop bullets, fire, explosions...they were designed to withstand anything and everything. I know. I designed them.
Well, somewhere along the line the defenses failed. But I have this theory, see. About what happened. I think that the Killer didn't even bother with the walls. Maybe they dropped in from the sky or...something. Because my walls? Can't be taken down. Well, they were that one time but it was totally a CWoD v.1.0 issue. These version 2.0 walls were upgraded and over9,000 10,000! times better. So clearly the Killer found a way to bypass them...rather then destroy them...which...I probably should have thought of earlier.
Belated note to self...add sky cover.
Anyways, so somehow the Killer got past my walls. And through the reinforced door. And past the guard dogs (well, I couldn't actually afford guard dogs so it was just the sound of guard dogs), up the stairs, and into my room.
I know all of this because I watched them on the cameras I've got setup. I wasn't in my room at the time. I was at my desk, in the basement. My very hidden very inaccessible basement.
That only had a small design flaw.
When the floor of my living room was blown up and hardwood suddenly became so much kindling...the secret door wasn't so secret anymore. How was I supposed to know the Killer was well versed in Demolitions?
Belated note to self...make explosion proof floors and doors.
But when the floor was no longer a floor but a giant entrance way to my basement. I didn't panic.
Nope, not one bit. No panic at all.
Because my basement had another exit. A really really secret exit. A tunnel, really. That lead all the way outside.
With a small design flaw.
I neglected to factor in that when things get blown up...the ground sometimes shifts. Being one part clay and two parts sand and all. So...my tunnel was blocked.
Belated note to self...make a third exit option.
So there I was, trapped in my own basement, facing the Killer with nothing but a unbreakable bat and a mouse. The wired kind of mouse not the grey fuzzy live kind.
As it turns out, bat does not beat gun. Not even really colorful bats.
The first shot hit me in the leg. I guess it was meant to cripple me or something. Well, it worked. If by cripple they meant me sprawled on the floor howling in pain.
I guess the Killer didn't like me being loud. The second shot hit my chest. And...it hurt. Really, really bad. Worse then getting a baseball thrown to you and missing the catch. And then...things just sort of....stopped hurting. And...it got cold.
I think the Killer left then...I...I'm not really sure.
It's funny. You'd think your life flashes before your eyes when you die. All the birthdays, special moments, all-nighter study sessions...tournament trophies. The good stuff.
Me? All I could think about were the upgrades I *should* have done...that I could have done. Things that could have kept me alive.
Alone in my basement, with my internet cut off, phone lines cut off, and only a single incandescent light bulb for company, I lay dying. Bleeding out. Unable to get help. It was...pathetic. Sad, really. Not a cool death at all.
...I did have one final thought though. One that was non-upgrade related.
...I thought that I should have bought a dog.
...At least then I would have had someone to leave the house to.
*Ahem*
Alright. Here goes.
...no no no, wait...I think that's been done before. Um...
Dangit..no no...too psycho. I mean...
Hrmm...too light and fluffy. I'd expect rainbows and unicorns next.
*sigh* Okay, here's what really happened. Really.
[hr]
I built this safe-house, you see. This really awesome tricked out totally high-tech safehouse. With a pool and a garage. The best Monopoly money could buy. I'd been building it for quite awhile. New additions, new drink options. A couple of windows. All sorts of stuff. Oh and a trebuchet. Just 'cause.
So yeah. Around this awesome house I built two giant Colorful Shield Walls of Defense . And I meant giant. Not like your standard pitiful iron-wrought fences or chain link. These things were fifteen feet tall, could stop bullets, fire, explosions...they were designed to withstand anything and everything. I know. I designed them.
Well, somewhere along the line the defenses failed. But I have this theory, see. About what happened. I think that the Killer didn't even bother with the walls. Maybe they dropped in from the sky or...something. Because my walls? Can't be taken down. Well, they were that one time but it was totally a CWoD v.1.0 issue. These version 2.0 walls were upgraded and over
Belated note to self...add sky cover.
Anyways, so somehow the Killer got past my walls. And through the reinforced door. And past the guard dogs (well, I couldn't actually afford guard dogs so it was just the sound of guard dogs), up the stairs, and into my room.
I know all of this because I watched them on the cameras I've got setup. I wasn't in my room at the time. I was at my desk, in the basement. My very hidden very inaccessible basement.
That only had a small design flaw.
When the floor of my living room was blown up and hardwood suddenly became so much kindling...the secret door wasn't so secret anymore. How was I supposed to know the Killer was well versed in Demolitions?
Belated note to self...make explosion proof floors and doors.
But when the floor was no longer a floor but a giant entrance way to my basement. I didn't panic.
Nope, not one bit. No panic at all.
Because my basement had another exit. A really really secret exit. A tunnel, really. That lead all the way outside.
With a small design flaw.
I neglected to factor in that when things get blown up...the ground sometimes shifts. Being one part clay and two parts sand and all. So...my tunnel was blocked.
Belated note to self...make a third exit option.
So there I was, trapped in my own basement, facing the Killer with nothing but a unbreakable bat and a mouse. The wired kind of mouse not the grey fuzzy live kind.
As it turns out, bat does not beat gun. Not even really colorful bats.
The first shot hit me in the leg. I guess it was meant to cripple me or something. Well, it worked. If by cripple they meant me sprawled on the floor howling in pain.
I guess the Killer didn't like me being loud. The second shot hit my chest. And...it hurt. Really, really bad. Worse then getting a baseball thrown to you and missing the catch. And then...things just sort of....stopped hurting. And...it got cold.
I think the Killer left then...I...I'm not really sure.
It's funny. You'd think your life flashes before your eyes when you die. All the birthdays, special moments, all-nighter study sessions...tournament trophies. The good stuff.
Me? All I could think about were the upgrades I *should* have done...that I could have done. Things that could have kept me alive.
Alone in my basement, with my internet cut off, phone lines cut off, and only a single incandescent light bulb for company, I lay dying. Bleeding out. Unable to get help. It was...pathetic. Sad, really. Not a cool death at all.
...I did have one final thought though. One that was non-upgrade related.
...I thought that I should have bought a dog.
...At least then I would have had someone to leave the house to.