@Element: Then I shall stop. *Signs a huge contract that is just the same sentence, "I will not use elementsoul in my deaths anymore," in various languages for three thousand pages*
Serial Killer Round 22: Back to Canadia (The Game is Over! The Killer is Dead!)
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*Giggles at the chaos*
Well, this seems to be a hectic round.
*Calls out pokemon* Now you'll be my guards!
Well, this seems to be a hectic round.
*Calls out pokemon* Now you'll be my guards!
@element:Well, if said person was spreading misinformation, wouldn't he be the next one to fall at the hands of the mob? Dont worry, the masses cover all the bases.
@Icarion Who says the mob wouldn't vote out the second option he put in the message. Wording who you wanted voted off so that people remove them yet making yourself sound as though you aren't sure which one it is isn't a hard task. Plus if the person is actually the spy the could have screwed up and misruled someone out like in the past rounds of SK.
Better late than never:
Wow, that was quite a bit of writing.
He sat as him computer, typing away. He'd gotten through eleven pages of his novel but he wasn't ready to stop yet. Until he remembered.
"Crap, gotta go check the fire," Cody said, rising from his chair. He limped out of his bedroom and down the dimly lit hallway. He flipped the light switch before descending downstairs into the basement. He looked over at the wood stove, which only contained glowing red coals now. Limping towards it he opened the front and grabbed a piece of wood. Just as he was about to toss the log into the stove the basement light went out.
"God dammit," Cody muttered as he walked over to the second switch at the bottom of the stairs. He flipped it and the lights turned on again. He walked back to the fire and crouched down to pick up the log again. As soon as he picked it up the lights flickered out again.
"What the fuck!" Cody yelled. He began to rise when something grabbed his hair from behind. "You didn't get the memo, did you? I'm not supposed to die. It's one of the rules of the game. I'm never the killer, and I never die. Better people than you have tried to kill me in the past," Cody tried to sound calm, but there was a sense of nervousness in his voice.
The killer just chuckled and pulled Cody's head back before slamming it into the top of the wood stove. Cody could feel his skin melting and bubbling and he screamed out in pain. He felt his face being peeled off of the stove and he took in a raspy breath. He could feel tears coming to his eyes. So much he still had left to do.
The killer turned his head and smashed the other side into the top of the stove. Once again, the searing pain and terrible smell of burning flesh overloaded Cody's senses. Once again, his face was peeled off of the stove. This time, he was brought down straight into the top of the stove. He closed his eyes reflexively but could feel his eyelids melting and burning his eyes. His nose began to sink into his face and his lips were soon nonexistent. Tears were pouring from his eyes but they were vaporized as soon as they touched the stove, boiling and burning his eyes even more.
After what seemed like an eternity, his face was peeled back once again. He couldn't say anything, didn't get any last words. He couldn't see anything, unable of getting a look at his killer, and the only thing he could smell was boiling flesh. He felt himself being pulled back, before he heard the familiar creaking of the wood stove being opened more. His mind was filled with hatred, despair, longing, and one thought that repeated over and over. He knew he was going to die before seeing the person he loved again. Without even getting the chance to say good-bye to her.
The killer pulled him back and grabbed him around his belt loop before tossing him, headfirst, into the wood stove. Unfortunately for the killer, he head and shoulders were the only thing that fit in the stove.
Cody felt his head slam into the back of the stove and could feel his face being eaten by the red hot coals. He felt his shirt catch fire and felt the burning as it spread down his back, before catching his pants on fire. It spread down his legs, and all around him.
He no longer felt a thing though. He had passed out long ago, but he knew the killer was watching him burn, most likely regretting that Cody hadn't been able to scream out in pain.
"Crap, gotta go check the fire," Cody said, rising from his chair. He limped out of his bedroom and down the dimly lit hallway. He flipped the light switch before descending downstairs into the basement. He looked over at the wood stove, which only contained glowing red coals now. Limping towards it he opened the front and grabbed a piece of wood. Just as he was about to toss the log into the stove the basement light went out.
"God dammit," Cody muttered as he walked over to the second switch at the bottom of the stairs. He flipped it and the lights turned on again. He walked back to the fire and crouched down to pick up the log again. As soon as he picked it up the lights flickered out again.
"What the fuck!" Cody yelled. He began to rise when something grabbed his hair from behind. "You didn't get the memo, did you? I'm not supposed to die. It's one of the rules of the game. I'm never the killer, and I never die. Better people than you have tried to kill me in the past," Cody tried to sound calm, but there was a sense of nervousness in his voice.
The killer just chuckled and pulled Cody's head back before slamming it into the top of the wood stove. Cody could feel his skin melting and bubbling and he screamed out in pain. He felt his face being peeled off of the stove and he took in a raspy breath. He could feel tears coming to his eyes. So much he still had left to do.
The killer turned his head and smashed the other side into the top of the stove. Once again, the searing pain and terrible smell of burning flesh overloaded Cody's senses. Once again, his face was peeled off of the stove. This time, he was brought down straight into the top of the stove. He closed his eyes reflexively but could feel his eyelids melting and burning his eyes. His nose began to sink into his face and his lips were soon nonexistent. Tears were pouring from his eyes but they were vaporized as soon as they touched the stove, boiling and burning his eyes even more.
After what seemed like an eternity, his face was peeled back once again. He couldn't say anything, didn't get any last words. He couldn't see anything, unable of getting a look at his killer, and the only thing he could smell was boiling flesh. He felt himself being pulled back, before he heard the familiar creaking of the wood stove being opened more. His mind was filled with hatred, despair, longing, and one thought that repeated over and over. He knew he was going to die before seeing the person he loved again. Without even getting the chance to say good-bye to her.
The killer pulled him back and grabbed him around his belt loop before tossing him, headfirst, into the wood stove. Unfortunately for the killer, he head and shoulders were the only thing that fit in the stove.
Cody felt his head slam into the back of the stove and could feel his face being eaten by the red hot coals. He felt his shirt catch fire and felt the burning as it spread down his back, before catching his pants on fire. It spread down his legs, and all around him.
He no longer felt a thing though. He had passed out long ago, but he knew the killer was watching him burn, most likely regretting that Cody hadn't been able to scream out in pain.
Wow, that was quite a bit of writing.
Well that was an interesting night, never ridden in the back of an ambulance before while holding my mates hair behind her head as she's violently sick, whilst drinking a Budweiser myself of course.
How's everyone else? Voted btw, this is one fast moving round man!
How's everyone else? Voted btw, this is one fast moving round man!
Well since I'm bored in the JIB [read at work] I have a plug for you all Read my Review and Validate my Existence [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/326.264458-LITVs-10-000th-Post-Review-Amnesia-The-Dark-Descent]
@BigZ: Shit, Was not near as eventful a night for me. Just got very drunk, had a perfect 3-0 record at beer pong, avenging two losses to the same girl last week. Ended up teaming up with her for the final win. Smoked some stuff. Fumbled through Guitar Hero for a little (RIP BTW). Ate McD's came back and passed out. Nothing special really.
Also, the next vote I receive could end up deciding this execution. So War Penguin, Tiny, TTT, Crayzor, socialtangent, sage, if one of you wants to vote now, that would be nice.
Also, the next vote I receive could end up deciding this execution. So War Penguin, Tiny, TTT, Crayzor, socialtangent, sage, if one of you wants to vote now, that would be nice.
Well, after long trips to several unnamed hardware stores, I've finally obtained enough lava to make my moat...
Oh hey, somebody else died.
Better get to work. *produces multiple 64 stacks of cobblestone*
Oh hey, somebody else died.
Better get to work. *produces multiple 64 stacks of cobblestone*
@Neo: I saw you did well in Pong; I'm shit at that game; mostly because my drinks seem to be stronger than the beer XD