Serial Killer Round 38: The Round We Make Contact (It's All Over!)
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@malyc: I only kept the string in a hoody once for about a month but then the two sides wouldn't stay the same length and it bugged me so I took it out. Yay OCD!
@Schizzy: My cat has learned to hate the sound of a nerf gun firing since I accidentally shot her once with it. In my defense she ran into the shot >.>
@Schizzy: My cat has learned to hate the sound of a nerf gun firing since I accidentally shot her once with it. In my defense she ran into the shot >.>
@Schizzy: It's true, I was just shooting the gun randomly and then all of a sudden she got spooked by something and ran right into the area I was shooting at and a stray blast hit her and she jumped about 30 feet into the air. It was funny I have to admit XD
@Schizzy: They are the best, they are comedy gold especially since my cat did a front flip once. I sadly can't sneak up on my cat that often since the basement (which is my room and she spends almost all of her time down there, She usually follows me where ever I go so my parent's call her my cat) is open and she usually sleeps in clear sight of the stairs. I do wish that I could sneak up on her more often 
@Schizzy: So I am not the only one who knew this fact. But we must keep this hush hush since my cat is near the computer and can listen in on our conversation and discover our plan to take over the world.
[sub][sub][sub][sub]The moose will come out at midnight I repeat the moose will come out at midnight[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]
[sub][sub][sub][sub]The moose will come out at midnight I repeat the moose will come out at midnight[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]
It had been a year since Neo's first successful romp through the history books of Murderville. He was celebrating at a local casino, eager to try his luck at other games of chance.
"Hit me again there, uh, Alan," he said to the older-looking dealer who was showing a 7. Neo was looking at a soft 13 and the card that Alan sent his way turned it into a hard 13, the queen unkind on this hand. "All right, one more card!"
"Busted!"
Neo looked around. "Well that's a little presumptuous, considering you haven't dealt me anything yet, Alan. And what happened to your voice? Got really high there."
"No you're busted, Neo! We know you're the killer!" Neo swiveled around on his stool to see an angry mob of people behind him. The leader he recognized as one of the fabled executioners of Murderville, the dreaded SkyeNeko. She was leading a bunch of people he didn't recognize though. Newbies.
"People, people, you got this all wrong! Why would I be the killer? Been there, done that guys. No need to relive former glories."
"Exactly what the killer would want people to think!" Skye reasoned. "Come on lynch mob! Let's get him!" The group behind her raised their weapons; broken bottles, pipe sections, the hook thing that they use on the craps table. It was a rather makeshift mob, but they would be doing real damage. "Charge!"
As the hit squad charged towards the table, the rest of the patrons followed Alan's lead in getting the hell out of the way. "Wait guys," Neo started, trying to talk his way out of this fate. "You don't understand, it-ARRRRRRGH!" His throat was the first thing to be taken out.
As the mob went about their task and the cries of pain rang throughout the building, the casino population cleared away from the gruesome scene. An eyeball went flying out of the mob, landing on a nearby roulette wheel, still slowly spinning away. It came to rest in 00. Double snake eyes. Nobody wins.
"Hit me again there, uh, Alan," he said to the older-looking dealer who was showing a 7. Neo was looking at a soft 13 and the card that Alan sent his way turned it into a hard 13, the queen unkind on this hand. "All right, one more card!"
"Busted!"
Neo looked around. "Well that's a little presumptuous, considering you haven't dealt me anything yet, Alan. And what happened to your voice? Got really high there."
"No you're busted, Neo! We know you're the killer!" Neo swiveled around on his stool to see an angry mob of people behind him. The leader he recognized as one of the fabled executioners of Murderville, the dreaded SkyeNeko. She was leading a bunch of people he didn't recognize though. Newbies.
"People, people, you got this all wrong! Why would I be the killer? Been there, done that guys. No need to relive former glories."
"Exactly what the killer would want people to think!" Skye reasoned. "Come on lynch mob! Let's get him!" The group behind her raised their weapons; broken bottles, pipe sections, the hook thing that they use on the craps table. It was a rather makeshift mob, but they would be doing real damage. "Charge!"
As the hit squad charged towards the table, the rest of the patrons followed Alan's lead in getting the hell out of the way. "Wait guys," Neo started, trying to talk his way out of this fate. "You don't understand, it-ARRRRRRGH!" His throat was the first thing to be taken out.
As the mob went about their task and the cries of pain rang throughout the building, the casino population cleared away from the gruesome scene. An eyeball went flying out of the mob, landing on a nearby roulette wheel, still slowly spinning away. It came to rest in 00. Double snake eyes. Nobody wins.