The rope felt soggy around his neck.
For most of the afternoon, the rain pounded down on him as the procession from his house to the town square began. The townspeople cried for the death of the man who had once called War Penguin his rival. They felt this evidence was evidence enough to condemn the bizzare hip-thrusting weirdo. One death to atone for the other.
He suffered verbal slings from his ex-friends and comrades. "I call his house!" yelled Old Man Schizzy. "I want his hips!" screamed SkyeNeko, brandishing a shiny chainsaw. The boos and jeers that were thrown at him were followed by rancid tomatoes and eggs that exploded when they made contact with his clothing.
He did not protest the people's cries for blood and vengeance as he stood atop the Hangman's Tower. The only thing he felt was the soggy rope around his neck.
He called for Redlin5 to be his executioner. When the time had come, Redlin5 asked for his final words. The only words that escaped his lips were: "I am confident that you will find justice for War Penguin, but what you will commit here, is a wrong that can never be amended."
Redlin5 could do nothing except pull the cord and watch as Hman121, survivor of past Serial Killer Rounds, who had never died, fell and made a sickening *crack* sound, one that could only come from the breaking of the neck.
Even when he ascended into Heaven, the only thing he could truly feel
was how soggy the rope felt around his neck.
For most of the afternoon, the rain pounded down on him as the procession from his house to the town square began. The townspeople cried for the death of the man who had once called War Penguin his rival. They felt this evidence was evidence enough to condemn the bizzare hip-thrusting weirdo. One death to atone for the other.
He suffered verbal slings from his ex-friends and comrades. "I call his house!" yelled Old Man Schizzy. "I want his hips!" screamed SkyeNeko, brandishing a shiny chainsaw. The boos and jeers that were thrown at him were followed by rancid tomatoes and eggs that exploded when they made contact with his clothing.
He did not protest the people's cries for blood and vengeance as he stood atop the Hangman's Tower. The only thing he felt was the soggy rope around his neck.
He called for Redlin5 to be his executioner. When the time had come, Redlin5 asked for his final words. The only words that escaped his lips were: "I am confident that you will find justice for War Penguin, but what you will commit here, is a wrong that can never be amended."
Redlin5 could do nothing except pull the cord and watch as Hman121, survivor of past Serial Killer Rounds, who had never died, fell and made a sickening *crack* sound, one that could only come from the breaking of the neck.
Even when he ascended into Heaven, the only thing he could truly feel
was how soggy the rope felt around his neck.
What a shame! Well, at least my getting killed/mob justice death cherry has finally been popped! All I can say now is thanks for letting me play this rousing game again, and may you find justice for me and War Penguin!
*pulls up chair at Discount JIB*
