Serial Killer Round 30 is now over.
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It was odd, I mean. When you see a death on screen, the victim is usually freaking the fuck out. But in reality? It was oddly... Calming in a way. I mean yeah, you knew you were going to die, but something in your brain... Just over rides the fear and replaces it with an eerie calmness. The movies lie man, that's what I'm telling you. I mean sure, it's scary as fuck to see what apparently was a real version of an iron Minecraft pick ax come down on your face; punching a whole through your skull and out the back. Surprisingly a LOT of pain, not like the "OH GOD I'M ON FIRE". Pain more like a pin-prick at most. Oh, and one last thing before Lucy drags me away. Would it fucking kill you to shoo away the fucking birds from picking at what used to be my face!? Jesus, I may be dead, but I can still feel that shit!
Gah! The suspense is killing me!
Fortunately, it's the only thing killing me. I'm not quite dead yet.
Edit: @Smag: Ah...the old pick-ax routine. Seems our killer just got prospector on your ass.
Fortunately, it's the only thing killing me. I'm not quite dead yet.
Edit: @Smag: Ah...the old pick-ax routine. Seems our killer just got prospector on your ass.
Well gentlemen, seems like we have a hell of a night on our hands.
And with that exercise finished, I can continue my attempt to drink myself into a coma. Wish me luck!
July 29, 2011
Journal Entry 57
I think that I?ve finally come to the final answer. I have figured out who the killer is. I fear for my safety though. If I am unable to act quickly enough, this shall be my record of posterity. My story shall be shouted from the rooftops. Justice will be served.
It all started with a simple bullet through a lonely apartment window. I can?t imagine what War Penguin?er...Atticus was thinking in his last moments. His belongings were in utter disarray and disrepair. It was a den of paranoia. His phone was found off the hook and I?m honestly surprised that he answered.
We would have never found the body in time had he not left the faucet on. His neighbors weren?t pleased by the floodgates opening in their home though. I can only imagine the look of horror on their face as they watched their 18th century sofa was drowned by the waters of the recently deceased.
I stood and watched silently at the discovery of his body. It was surreal seeing the corpse of one of my friends hauled out so unceremoniously. I knew then that the game was on again. The never ending cycle of brutal murders and misplaced lynchings. My mind wandered to my old creed:
Justice at all costs.
This time, I was not going to wait. This time, I would pay the cost for justice. I swore at that moment to find the killer myself. I was going to be the spy.
The mob picked the low hanging fruit and decided to execute Hman. It made sense seeing their past rivalries I guess. I didn?t attend the execution though. I knew that the oddball couldn?t be guilty. It would have been sloppy to kill such an obvious target. And the killer had already proven that he was not sloppy.
I chased some leads at the phone company, trying to find who War had spent his last moments speaking with. The lady at the front desk was initially resistant to letting me browse through the phone records. Fortunately, I?m good at sweet talking my way into these sorts of things. It isn?t hard to find sensitive documents when a generous cash gift is involved.
While I looked, the killer got to Lizmichi. The details of the murder were never released to the public though. I don?t know where or how she was killed. Unfortunate...there may have been a clue on scene that would have prevented any further death.
Shouldn?t complain though?I found the number. I didn?t recognize it at all but I felt encouraged by the discovery. A quick search through the records showed that the phone wasn?t just a one-shot deal. The killer was using it for other purposes. I assumed he was just using it for murder-related business. An easy mistake to make....the killer couldn?t have known that I was on his tail already.
I put my next step into motion at the execution of SkyeNeko. The brutality of the event was disturbing to say the least but I had no time to become queasy. I dialed the number into my mobile and muttered a prayer. I remember my hand buzzing with anticipation.
A phone went off amongst the crowd and was quickly silenced. I watched as elementsoul glanced around suspiciously before making an abrupt exit. I had him?I just needed to catch him in the act.
I tailed him for the next couple of days, hoping he would make a move. If this was my guy he would slip up eventually. He had to. The killers have never been able to resist the urge for too long. It?s almost a pathological impulse. Once they have the taste of blood they just can get enough of it.
That brings us to the events of this evening. It was cool July night just like any other. The dismal sounds of a city in decay quietly rang out while the citizens went about the banality of life. I had been following element for five days straight, tracking all of his movements. My flask was quickly running low as I grew impatient. I know I shouldn?t have been drinking. I needed a clear mind to avoid mistakes.
But the mistakes took place.
Mistake One: element gave me the slip. It wasn?t for long but it was long enough. We were passing by the tool-yard when he suddenly ducked into the shadows. I don?t know if it was because he knew I was on to him or if he was simply making sure he wasn?t followed out of the simple paranoia this town seems to breed.
I followed the best I could guess but he had vanished from my sight. I became absolutely frantic. I just knew I was going to miss my chance to bring this guy to justice. I just frickin? knew it.
All in all I lost track of my prey for about fifteen minutes. Not a long stretch of time?but it was long enough.
Mistake Two: I blew my cover entirely. In the midst of my frenzied search I became exceedingly careless. As I moved down the street I found element at a blind corner as he was coming out of an alley. Our bodies collided and our eyes met. I stuttered an apology nervously and he stared for a moment blankly. He seemed agitated?anxious to get moving. I tried to make casual small talk about the day for a moment in a desperate plea to not seem suspicious. He excused himself gruffly shortly afterwards and strided away coldly.
I held my composure as long as I could before I collapsed in a chilled sweat. The shaking in my hands had become utterly untamable. I had just signed my own fucking death sentence.
I don?t know how long I sat there before I noticed the nearby door ajar. An hour? Maybe two? It doesn?t matter?all that matters is that I finally came to my senses and found the final nail in the coffin. The back door to one of the flats adjacent to that fateful alley had been swinging open for quite some time. For a time I simply watched it creak gently in the light breeze.
I had to summon my courage to stand. I had to channel my force of will to walk slowly to the noisy door. I had to fight the urge to flee as I walked up the stairs and looked into the darkened house at the grisly scene.
Smagmuck was laying on his back in a pool of his own blood. The hole in his head was so extensive that I could easily see right through it. A bird had made it into the house and was feasting on the still-warm flesh of his face. A bloodied pick-ax sat nearby, taunting me. It had to be the murder weapon.
After I finished vomiting in the alley I made an anonymous call to the authorities and made my way home. The evidence is clear.
I have paid a heavy price mentally for this information and am about to pay for it with my life if action isn?t taken soon. The killer will be here soon to tie up my loose end. I?m almost certain of it.
This journal entry will probably be the last any of you ever hear from me. Chances are good that I will be dead by morning. I am sending this out publicly because everyone needs to know of the crimes and the lengths I went to in discovering them. Everyone needs to have a hand in justice.
This is my shouting from the rooftop. All shall hear. All shall be avenged.
elementsoul is the killer
Journal Entry 57
I think that I?ve finally come to the final answer. I have figured out who the killer is. I fear for my safety though. If I am unable to act quickly enough, this shall be my record of posterity. My story shall be shouted from the rooftops. Justice will be served.
It all started with a simple bullet through a lonely apartment window. I can?t imagine what War Penguin?er...Atticus was thinking in his last moments. His belongings were in utter disarray and disrepair. It was a den of paranoia. His phone was found off the hook and I?m honestly surprised that he answered.
We would have never found the body in time had he not left the faucet on. His neighbors weren?t pleased by the floodgates opening in their home though. I can only imagine the look of horror on their face as they watched their 18th century sofa was drowned by the waters of the recently deceased.
I stood and watched silently at the discovery of his body. It was surreal seeing the corpse of one of my friends hauled out so unceremoniously. I knew then that the game was on again. The never ending cycle of brutal murders and misplaced lynchings. My mind wandered to my old creed:
Justice at all costs.
This time, I was not going to wait. This time, I would pay the cost for justice. I swore at that moment to find the killer myself. I was going to be the spy.
The mob picked the low hanging fruit and decided to execute Hman. It made sense seeing their past rivalries I guess. I didn?t attend the execution though. I knew that the oddball couldn?t be guilty. It would have been sloppy to kill such an obvious target. And the killer had already proven that he was not sloppy.
I chased some leads at the phone company, trying to find who War had spent his last moments speaking with. The lady at the front desk was initially resistant to letting me browse through the phone records. Fortunately, I?m good at sweet talking my way into these sorts of things. It isn?t hard to find sensitive documents when a generous cash gift is involved.
While I looked, the killer got to Lizmichi. The details of the murder were never released to the public though. I don?t know where or how she was killed. Unfortunate...there may have been a clue on scene that would have prevented any further death.
Shouldn?t complain though?I found the number. I didn?t recognize it at all but I felt encouraged by the discovery. A quick search through the records showed that the phone wasn?t just a one-shot deal. The killer was using it for other purposes. I assumed he was just using it for murder-related business. An easy mistake to make....the killer couldn?t have known that I was on his tail already.
I put my next step into motion at the execution of SkyeNeko. The brutality of the event was disturbing to say the least but I had no time to become queasy. I dialed the number into my mobile and muttered a prayer. I remember my hand buzzing with anticipation.
A phone went off amongst the crowd and was quickly silenced. I watched as elementsoul glanced around suspiciously before making an abrupt exit. I had him?I just needed to catch him in the act.
I tailed him for the next couple of days, hoping he would make a move. If this was my guy he would slip up eventually. He had to. The killers have never been able to resist the urge for too long. It?s almost a pathological impulse. Once they have the taste of blood they just can get enough of it.
That brings us to the events of this evening. It was cool July night just like any other. The dismal sounds of a city in decay quietly rang out while the citizens went about the banality of life. I had been following element for five days straight, tracking all of his movements. My flask was quickly running low as I grew impatient. I know I shouldn?t have been drinking. I needed a clear mind to avoid mistakes.
But the mistakes took place.
Mistake One: element gave me the slip. It wasn?t for long but it was long enough. We were passing by the tool-yard when he suddenly ducked into the shadows. I don?t know if it was because he knew I was on to him or if he was simply making sure he wasn?t followed out of the simple paranoia this town seems to breed.
I followed the best I could guess but he had vanished from my sight. I became absolutely frantic. I just knew I was going to miss my chance to bring this guy to justice. I just frickin? knew it.
All in all I lost track of my prey for about fifteen minutes. Not a long stretch of time?but it was long enough.
Mistake Two: I blew my cover entirely. In the midst of my frenzied search I became exceedingly careless. As I moved down the street I found element at a blind corner as he was coming out of an alley. Our bodies collided and our eyes met. I stuttered an apology nervously and he stared for a moment blankly. He seemed agitated?anxious to get moving. I tried to make casual small talk about the day for a moment in a desperate plea to not seem suspicious. He excused himself gruffly shortly afterwards and strided away coldly.
I held my composure as long as I could before I collapsed in a chilled sweat. The shaking in my hands had become utterly untamable. I had just signed my own fucking death sentence.
I don?t know how long I sat there before I noticed the nearby door ajar. An hour? Maybe two? It doesn?t matter?all that matters is that I finally came to my senses and found the final nail in the coffin. The back door to one of the flats adjacent to that fateful alley had been swinging open for quite some time. For a time I simply watched it creak gently in the light breeze.
I had to summon my courage to stand. I had to channel my force of will to walk slowly to the noisy door. I had to fight the urge to flee as I walked up the stairs and looked into the darkened house at the grisly scene.
Smagmuck was laying on his back in a pool of his own blood. The hole in his head was so extensive that I could easily see right through it. A bird had made it into the house and was feasting on the still-warm flesh of his face. A bloodied pick-ax sat nearby, taunting me. It had to be the murder weapon.
After I finished vomiting in the alley I made an anonymous call to the authorities and made my way home. The evidence is clear.
I have paid a heavy price mentally for this information and am about to pay for it with my life if action isn?t taken soon. The killer will be here soon to tie up my loose end. I?m almost certain of it.
This journal entry will probably be the last any of you ever hear from me. Chances are good that I will be dead by morning. I am sending this out publicly because everyone needs to know of the crimes and the lengths I went to in discovering them. Everyone needs to have a hand in justice.
This is my shouting from the rooftop. All shall hear. All shall be avenged.
elementsoul is the killer
elementsoul is the killer
And with that exercise finished, I can continue my attempt to drink myself into a coma. Wish me luck!
@Link: *Gasp!*
Get Element!!!
[sub]I'd do it myself but I'm, you know, dead.
[sub]But yeah, kill him since he's the killer.
[sub]... Supposedly.
[sub]I like small text.[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]
Get Element!!!
[sub]I'd do it myself but I'm, you know, dead.
[sub]But yeah, kill him since he's the killer.
[sub]... Supposedly.
[sub]I like small text.[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]
@Link That sure is a lot of work just to get back at me for using someone's lungs as a set of bagpipes.
Edit: Wait I yo-yoed you into a wood chipper. I lose track of these things.
Edit: Wait I yo-yoed you into a wood chipper. I lose track of these things.
@Redlin: ... What?! What'd he say?! I can't hear you!
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@Redlin: I may have spoilered your pic a tad... >.> it was very big.
#ImNotCorruptImHelping. #TwitterTagsOnTheForum
#ImNotCorruptImHelping. #TwitterTagsOnTheForum
@Smag: I will have to assume your computer isn't very good then seeing as my little netbook likes it
@Sky: You just wanted to edit my post, it wasn't an issue
[sub]Whatever, I'm okay with it :3[/sub]
@Sky: You just wanted to edit my post, it wasn't an issue
[sub]Whatever, I'm okay with it :3[/sub]