Wow, that was the closest game we've had in long time. And here I thought the killer was Neo... Until he got killed that is.
Serial Killer Round 37: The Special Holiday Edition (Get those votes in.)
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@Link/Dew: I wish I was the killer, that would have been sweet. Would have added to my most kills title for sure with this one. Nope, Pm0n3y is your killer, he officially takes the title of second most kills in a single round (after yours truly, of course).
It had been a long day, the kind of day that makes you just want to turn on the world and start randomly killing off your friends one by on until you were the last one standing. An essay overdue, a presentation looming tomorrow, a headache from the night out and the double shift work day that followed it still ringing in his head, Neo trudged up the stairs of his shared apartment, wanting desperately to just collapse into his bed and forget about all his troubles. He kicked off his shoes, sending them scattering to the sides of the hall and opened the door to his room.
"Well well, Neo, or should I say Ryan. We meet again."
"What the hell? Who is that? Rita? I told you, I'm not good to go tonight!"
"No. Turn on the light and all will be revealed."
"I can't do that. The bulb burned out last week and I don't have a replacement."
"Damn it, Ryan. You cheap bastard."
"Fine whatever. Here, I'll turn on the TV. That will work."
As the large TV flickered to life and began bathing Neo's room in an eerie deep blue light, revealed in the glow like some kind of demented alien, was an old friend. Pm0n3y sat there, in the pressed in indent of his cheap queen mattress, brandishing a baseball bat.
"Oh, hey Phil," Neo said casually. "It's been a while! I haven't seen you since...oh...still mad about that whole torching you in a cabin thing, huh?"
"Yeah. Got another shot at making things right, and I've been making it count. After you there are only 4 more people to go."
"Phil, I know I made it look pretty easy, but those last kills are the hardest to get. You gotta not only have your victims, you gotta make sure you survive the voting. Of course you know this, hell I used to to get my win."
"I remember. And I was going to pay you back in kind. I was going to take you to the end just like you took me. But the heats been cranked up. Someone narrowed the search down. so it looks like you're going to be making an earlier exit than planned."
"Shit. I had Midknight, I had J1. I totally forgot that was a zero in your name."
"Yep three strikes," Phil menacingly tapped the bat on the floor a couple times. "And you're out."
"Really? This is how you're going to do this? After all we've been through? A club to the head?"
"Now Ryan, you killed me with a hockey stick, I think it's only fair that you get killed with the weapon of choice from our national pastime in turn."
"Fuck. Well can I just-" Neo was answered with a bat to the skull that sent him crashing to the ground, blood pouring over the merged mess of clean and unclean clothes that littered his floor.
"Sorry, buddy. No time for final wishes. I got a couple more kills left to get." Phil gave the body another smash, just to make sure, but the Canadian was not going to be getting up off the hardwood. Not until the next round at least.
"Well well, Neo, or should I say Ryan. We meet again."
"What the hell? Who is that? Rita? I told you, I'm not good to go tonight!"
"No. Turn on the light and all will be revealed."
"I can't do that. The bulb burned out last week and I don't have a replacement."
"Damn it, Ryan. You cheap bastard."
"Fine whatever. Here, I'll turn on the TV. That will work."
As the large TV flickered to life and began bathing Neo's room in an eerie deep blue light, revealed in the glow like some kind of demented alien, was an old friend. Pm0n3y sat there, in the pressed in indent of his cheap queen mattress, brandishing a baseball bat.
"Oh, hey Phil," Neo said casually. "It's been a while! I haven't seen you since...oh...still mad about that whole torching you in a cabin thing, huh?"
"Yeah. Got another shot at making things right, and I've been making it count. After you there are only 4 more people to go."
"Phil, I know I made it look pretty easy, but those last kills are the hardest to get. You gotta not only have your victims, you gotta make sure you survive the voting. Of course you know this, hell I used to to get my win."
"I remember. And I was going to pay you back in kind. I was going to take you to the end just like you took me. But the heats been cranked up. Someone narrowed the search down. so it looks like you're going to be making an earlier exit than planned."
"Shit. I had Midknight, I had J1. I totally forgot that was a zero in your name."
"Yep three strikes," Phil menacingly tapped the bat on the floor a couple times. "And you're out."
"Really? This is how you're going to do this? After all we've been through? A club to the head?"
"Now Ryan, you killed me with a hockey stick, I think it's only fair that you get killed with the weapon of choice from our national pastime in turn."
"Fuck. Well can I just-" Neo was answered with a bat to the skull that sent him crashing to the ground, blood pouring over the merged mess of clean and unclean clothes that littered his floor.
"Sorry, buddy. No time for final wishes. I got a couple more kills left to get." Phil gave the body another smash, just to make sure, but the Canadian was not going to be getting up off the hardwood. Not until the next round at least.