Serial Killer Round 40: A Dance With The Devil (Cycle 5: The Game is Over)
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@Mal: What's with the ß in 'jobßs'?
@Nouw: Same here... the only decent channels I get are C4/E4, and sometimes Dave.Malyc said:
@Nouw: As I said to Counter, I'm just enforcing the rules man
@razer: Seriously dude; I gotta take your head too?
@razer: Seriously dude; I gotta take your head too?
@Lost: Make sure you use the Eyelander. The speed and health bonuses can really pay off, maybe even save you from death. 
Wanna know something kind of ironic? The Penguin is actually my least favorite Batman villain. I mean, it's weird, considering that he has crazy hair like mine, dons a top hat, and [small](obviously)[/small] loves penguins. But I don't care for him. At all. Don't ask me why, but I just find him kind of dull. Mr. Freeze is where it's at!Link_to_Future said:@WP: Dude! I totally found a picture of you online!
It's where you put your message. These aren't difficult concepts to grasp, people!Mortis Nuncius said:
@Jobs: Unemployed, here! Living with my mom while in a community college never felt so good!
Hehe, I just thought it was funny that you both shared the hair and the hat.
I like Penguin as a villain though. He may be pretty goofy looking, but I actually think he's one of the more legitimate crime bosses in Gotham. He's more of a business man than a super villain. To each his own though.
I bet you just like Freeze because of the blizzard of puns from Batman and Robin. >.>
I like Penguin as a villain though. He may be pretty goofy looking, but I actually think he's one of the more legitimate crime bosses in Gotham. He's more of a business man than a super villain. To each his own though.
I bet you just like Freeze because of the blizzard of puns from Batman and Robin. >.>
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It seems as though the mob has made its decision. Check your inbox.
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@Nouw: Would you believe that I haven't actually shelved any of them? Seriously, I haven't seen them come through the system.
@Link: ... Goddammit, it just keeps piling up, don't it. >_<
More because of this:
"To never again walk on a summer's day with the hot wind blowing in your face, and a warm hand to hold."
Why... why Schwarzenegger?! WHY?!? Dx
@Malyc: Hot damn, really? You're a goddam machine! <_<
More because of this:
"To never again walk on a summer's day with the hot wind blowing in your face, and a warm hand to hold."
Why... why Schwarzenegger?! WHY?!? Dx
@Malyc: Hot damn, really? You're a goddam machine! <_<
@Razer: Well good, maybe I'll just accept your tenure into the Night's Watch then.
@Mortis: Are you mad son? A man of the North trusts only Ice to do his work
@Mortis: Are you mad son? A man of the North trusts only Ice to do his work
@WP: I've had too... Everything I have, school, car, and rent, have come out of my own pocket. I did finance 2k on the car to build credit, but other than that...
[sub][sub][sub]And ye wonder why I'm always broke...[/sub][/sub][/sub]
@Randm: NOOOOO!!! THE SUSPENSE IS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!!!
[sub][sub][sub]And ye wonder why I'm always broke...[/sub][/sub][/sub]
@Randm: NOOOOO!!! THE SUSPENSE IS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!!!
Well, if RaNDM isn't going to post his death yet, you can have my execution.
Yup, you guys picked me. *sigh*
Yup, you guys picked me. *sigh*
"How does the defendant plead?"
"Not guilty, Your Honour."
"Describe your whereabouts on the 27th April of this year."
These were things I had heard before... all of them inconsequential, really, in the long run. The arrest and trial was a farce, thinly veiled 'evidence' covering up the true nature of the accusations leveled against me. They thought I had ended the life of another... as if that would happen so soon, when one takes the first and last time I did so into account. Or, well, there had been that one time back in the early days before Murderville was a thing, but that had been a one-time occurrence.
The 'trial' was a quick one, with the jury so blind to the honest truths laid out before them. I remember catching some of them glaring at me. In truth, I have to say that I am a little disappointed by them. Why suspect me? Why even consider me as a possibility, so soon to the time when I took a turn to guide the actions of another? Such blind weakness... it will lead them to their destruction.
This was my last request: a pen and paper. My second to last request was that they did not kill me. I think you, reader, can imagine how well that one went.
And so as I write this, I face the trip to the gallows... hopefully someone will read it after I am gone. I look to my jailer... I do not know if this is ironic, or a simple happenstance. Either way, I find it morbidly amusing that the one who would prevent my escape is the one for whom I have come to care.
I try to reason with her. She ignores me. As I expected. She probably thinks I turned on her, thinks I betrayed her, thinks I would eliminate her at some point. But I could never do that. With my final hope gone, I offer a silent prayer to anyone in the multiverse who will listen. Naturally, no-one answers.
I shall not commit my final thoughts to these pages when we reach our destination. Nor shall I speak further. A silent protest, because words would fall on deaf ears. Instead, I remember a song sung by those who have gone before me. Granted, they were fictional characters on screen, but meh. It was a good movie, and I deem the verse fitting to my fate even if others would disagree.
"Not guilty, Your Honour."
"Describe your whereabouts on the 27th April of this year."
These were things I had heard before... all of them inconsequential, really, in the long run. The arrest and trial was a farce, thinly veiled 'evidence' covering up the true nature of the accusations leveled against me. They thought I had ended the life of another... as if that would happen so soon, when one takes the first and last time I did so into account. Or, well, there had been that one time back in the early days before Murderville was a thing, but that had been a one-time occurrence.
The 'trial' was a quick one, with the jury so blind to the honest truths laid out before them. I remember catching some of them glaring at me. In truth, I have to say that I am a little disappointed by them. Why suspect me? Why even consider me as a possibility, so soon to the time when I took a turn to guide the actions of another? Such blind weakness... it will lead them to their destruction.
This was my last request: a pen and paper. My second to last request was that they did not kill me. I think you, reader, can imagine how well that one went.
And so as I write this, I face the trip to the gallows... hopefully someone will read it after I am gone. I look to my jailer... I do not know if this is ironic, or a simple happenstance. Either way, I find it morbidly amusing that the one who would prevent my escape is the one for whom I have come to care.
I try to reason with her. She ignores me. As I expected. She probably thinks I turned on her, thinks I betrayed her, thinks I would eliminate her at some point. But I could never do that. With my final hope gone, I offer a silent prayer to anyone in the multiverse who will listen. Naturally, no-one answers.
I shall not commit my final thoughts to these pages when we reach our destination. Nor shall I speak further. A silent protest, because words would fall on deaf ears. Instead, I remember a song sung by those who have gone before me. Granted, they were fictional characters on screen, but meh. It was a good movie, and I deem the verse fitting to my fate even if others would disagree.
Yo ho,
Haul together,
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho,
Thief and beggar,
Never shall we die
Haul together,
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho,
Thief and beggar,
Never shall we die