Serial Killer Round 40: A Dance With The Devil (Cycle 5: The Game is Over)
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@Mal: Really? I don't think I've ever been lynched. I keep getting murdered really early...
I really do just vote randomly, at the start. Normally I just pick someone, and keep voting for them until they either die or the Spy rules that person out...
And I've never had a role. When was this new-player spree?
I really do just vote randomly, at the start. Normally I just pick someone, and keep voting for them until they either die or the Spy rules that person out...
And I've never had a role. When was this new-player spree?
@Malyc: That theory doesn't make much sense in this case. CounterAttack was the first one executed this round. If anything, he is the polar opposite of a new player. >.>
Indeed... it concerns me that you guys picked me first. To those who voted for me, may I ask why?
@Skye: Sure you didn't... *tackleglomps*
@Schiz: Skye's had that avatar before, but changes them around sometimes.
@Schiz: Skye's had that avatar before, but changes them around sometimes.
... I thought the Escapists were intelligent... Why the hell would I, News Dog Rimmy, be the killer? You all just killed me because of my awesome poet skills. Idiots. I hope my Computer God curses you. Let me finish with a prayer:
In death, I troll.
We pray, for the day, that Mass Effect, gets his Mass Erect.
In death, I troll.
Rimmy sat out near the cliffs, in his four wheel drive. He had a problem. There was a killer in town, but he also wanted to relax and play Mount and Blade. So he had driven out to the cliffs where he slept, ate and slaughtered Swedish Soldiers. One night, as Rimmy closed the game and opened up the internet, he heard something.
"......*sound*....."
Yes... he heard sound. Rimmy swung the door open and looked out to see a mob of village people storming towards his car. Some of them had attached forks to brooms and torches to mops. They looked like a modern mob. The leader stormed up to Rimmy and shouted at him, "BY THE LAW OF MOBS, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN! YOU ARE A KILLER!"
Rimmy raised his eyebrow and lifted his sunglasses, "Wait, what?".
"You're a killer!"
"And you suck at poetry!"
"And you act like a killer!"
"And you are new!"
"And... YOU ARE A KILLER! YEAH!"
The mob charged and started to stab Rimmy with the forks. Rimmy slid his sunglasses down.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow... maybe you should use pitch forks, not dinner forks..."
Rimmy swung the door closed and locked it, turning back to his laptop. From the outside he could hear the mob yelling, running into the car before deciding to try to push it off the edge.
"PUUUUSH!"
"PUUUUSH!"
Five Three minutes later.
"PUUUUSH!"
Rimmy finished with his laptop and then hit post. He sent a final prayer to the Computer God, saying sorry that he didn't sacrifice himself to save Mass Effect 3 before starting the car. Rimmy slammed his foot on the pedal and rocketed off the side. As he fell towards the ground, "M.I.L.K" played on his radio. Rimmy relaxed and as the milkman hit the floor, so did he.
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The mob trekked to the bottom and all that was left was a banged up laptop. It's final task had been completed. The mob screamed with frustration as they saw his last post.
"... I thought the Escapists were intelligent... Why the hell would I, News Dog Rimmy, be the killer? You all just killed me because of my awesome poet skills. Idiots. I hope my Computer God curses you. Let me finish with a prayer:
In death, I troll."
"......*sound*....."
Yes... he heard sound. Rimmy swung the door open and looked out to see a mob of village people storming towards his car. Some of them had attached forks to brooms and torches to mops. They looked like a modern mob. The leader stormed up to Rimmy and shouted at him, "BY THE LAW OF MOBS, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN! YOU ARE A KILLER!"
Rimmy raised his eyebrow and lifted his sunglasses, "Wait, what?".
"You're a killer!"
"And you suck at poetry!"
"And you act like a killer!"
"And you are new!"
"And... YOU ARE A KILLER! YEAH!"
The mob charged and started to stab Rimmy with the forks. Rimmy slid his sunglasses down.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow... maybe you should use pitch forks, not dinner forks..."
Rimmy swung the door closed and locked it, turning back to his laptop. From the outside he could hear the mob yelling, running into the car before deciding to try to push it off the edge.
"PUUUUSH!"
"PUUUUSH!"
"PUUUUSH!"
Rimmy finished with his laptop and then hit post. He sent a final prayer to the Computer God, saying sorry that he didn't sacrifice himself to save Mass Effect 3 before starting the car. Rimmy slammed his foot on the pedal and rocketed off the side. As he fell towards the ground, "M.I.L.K" played on his radio. Rimmy relaxed and as the milkman hit the floor, so did he.
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The mob trekked to the bottom and all that was left was a banged up laptop. It's final task had been completed. The mob screamed with frustration as they saw his last post.
"... I thought the Escapists were intelligent... Why the hell would I, News Dog Rimmy, be the killer? You all just killed me because of my awesome poet skills. Idiots. I hope my Computer God curses you. Let me finish with a prayer:
We pray, for the day, that Mass Effect, gets his Mass Erect.
In death, I troll."