Serial Killer Round 38: The Round We Make Contact (It's All Over!)
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@CA: If I see a certain someone dancing under the name of 'Counter Attack' in Auckland, I'll know who to expect xD. That's pretty cool man, congratulations. Also, do you know any good genuine pizza places around? All I know are the commercial ones like dominoes.
[sub]I'm the Kool-Aid man *****![/sub]
[sub]I'm the Kool-Aid man *****![/sub]
@[user]Nouw[/user] I have been waiting for that since I first saw your avatar.
@[user]Everyone[/user] Am I the only one that suddenly realised that the past couple of pages has been dedicated to pizza?
Serial Pizza Round 38: The Round We Used Pineapple, now that soundsl like a interresting RP.
@[user]Everyone[/user] Am I the only one that suddenly realised that the past couple of pages has been dedicated to pizza?
Serial Pizza Round 38: The Round We Used Pineapple, now that soundsl like a interresting RP.
@RBMidnight: But but... My writing hand it itching to hijack someone's death post!
*It was a dark and stormy night...*
*Gasp* It's happening again!
@Steke: How about a game about a serial killing pizza?
*Takes the closest conveniently placed pizza and tosses it at Steke, severing a pinky fingernail*
*It was a dark and stormy night...*
*Gasp* It's happening again!
@Steke: How about a game about a serial killing pizza?
*Takes the closest conveniently placed pizza and tosses it at Steke, severing a pinky fingernail*
@Nouw: Hah. That's not how they know me... and I'm nowhere near good enough to be professional. The studio I go to is named UCan2, if you've heard of it. It's about 20 minutes' walk from my place, which is a good warmup. =D
@RaNDM:, @MalyC:, @Steke:, Thanks 
, glad to hear that you guys like it.
@CA: I must admit I have not. I'm not surprised though, there are a lot of places in Albany like that which slip under my nose >.>. Exercise is always good. Which is why I like walking to Rangi.
, glad to hear that you guys like it.@CA: I must admit I have not. I'm not surprised though, there are a lot of places in Albany like that which slip under my nose >.>. Exercise is always good
. Which is why I like walking to Rangi.
@Nouw: Ah, you're in the Rangi College area... yeah, I'm pretty sure we're a considerable distance apart. I don't usually walk to places except to dance: if I need to go somewhere and can't scam a lift out of someone I'll grab a bus.
In the end, I'm not too happy with what the deathpost eventually became, but I did at least have a lot of fun writing it.
I closed the door behind me, hiding from the long, tiresome day outside.
Fighting my way trough waves of paperwork and clothes, some dirty, and some fit for another day of use, I found my bed.
A last safe-heaven in the monotone sea my life had become.
I kicked off my boots and willingly fell into bed, the soft impact was a loving embrace. My back ached and my head felt too heavy to be supported by my neck alone. Luckily I didn't have to work tomorrow, and I could sleep the whole day away if I wanted to.
And if I didn't wake up, nothing would change.
Perhaps I should do some cleaning? Sort out this mess I live in?
I gave the mountains of filth a final gaze. Yeah, not tomorrow, but some day soon.
Blindly stretching out towards where I knew it would be, I found the box of half-eaten pizza on a nearby pile of..... What pile was that again?
It didn't matter.
A few pieces of aged pizza later, I fell asleep flat on my back. An escape from this state of mind, a window to a brighter tomorrow.
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Three things immediately felt odd as I awoke, eyes closed and head throbbing.
My bed felt much harder than it should, something prevented me from opening my mouth.
Nothing that hadn't happened before, yet. But then again, unless that pizza had somehow destroyed my inner ear, I was pretty sure that I was sitting.
I steadied my head and opened my eyes, trying to take in the world around me, and more important, understand it.
Bound to a chair in what could only be a basement or some other kind of subterranean structure, I was starting to panic more and more the more awake I became.
As my muffled shouting finally died out, I could hear quiet footsteps behind me, and a hooded figure became visible from my right side.
With a shadowed face, only showing a wicked grin, and a long, slender knife that told of slow, painful death, the reaper strode before me.
With a movement as grim as death itself, the Killer gave me a puzzling, and horrifyingly analytical look. It, for this was clearly not a human being any more, began to beat abstract beats on the blade of the dagger, seemingly unsure of what to do with the situation.
In a flash of corrupted genius, the pondering ended, and the beast in human form decided on which way to go about to make this as enjoyable as possible.
After all, it had all day.
Fighting my way trough waves of paperwork and clothes, some dirty, and some fit for another day of use, I found my bed.
A last safe-heaven in the monotone sea my life had become.
I kicked off my boots and willingly fell into bed, the soft impact was a loving embrace. My back ached and my head felt too heavy to be supported by my neck alone. Luckily I didn't have to work tomorrow, and I could sleep the whole day away if I wanted to.
And if I didn't wake up, nothing would change.
Perhaps I should do some cleaning? Sort out this mess I live in?
I gave the mountains of filth a final gaze. Yeah, not tomorrow, but some day soon.
Blindly stretching out towards where I knew it would be, I found the box of half-eaten pizza on a nearby pile of..... What pile was that again?
It didn't matter.
A few pieces of aged pizza later, I fell asleep flat on my back. An escape from this state of mind, a window to a brighter tomorrow.
**********************************************************************************************
Three things immediately felt odd as I awoke, eyes closed and head throbbing.
My bed felt much harder than it should, something prevented me from opening my mouth.
Nothing that hadn't happened before, yet. But then again, unless that pizza had somehow destroyed my inner ear, I was pretty sure that I was sitting.
I steadied my head and opened my eyes, trying to take in the world around me, and more important, understand it.
Bound to a chair in what could only be a basement or some other kind of subterranean structure, I was starting to panic more and more the more awake I became.
As my muffled shouting finally died out, I could hear quiet footsteps behind me, and a hooded figure became visible from my right side.
With a shadowed face, only showing a wicked grin, and a long, slender knife that told of slow, painful death, the reaper strode before me.
With a movement as grim as death itself, the Killer gave me a puzzling, and horrifyingly analytical look. It, for this was clearly not a human being any more, began to beat abstract beats on the blade of the dagger, seemingly unsure of what to do with the situation.
In a flash of corrupted genius, the pondering ended, and the beast in human form decided on which way to go about to make this as enjoyable as possible.
After all, it had all day.
