Serial Killer Round 40: A Dance With The Devil (Cycle 5: The Game is Over)
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@Jak The room filled with Kaidans? Sure.
And that was a cross-breed bearfish.
@RaN I'll take the Everything Since the Dawn of Time Meal.
And that was a cross-breed bearfish.
@RaN I'll take the Everything Since the Dawn of Time Meal.
@[user]Rimmy[/user] Stop being dead so loudly!
No peace for the living I guess.
I see dead dogs.
No peace for the living I guess.
I see dead dogs.
@Trilby: Yay! I don't have to pay rent!! I mean...
...noooooooo!! He's dead! D:
@Jak: Make sure you scrub good, I don't wanna smell Trilby mulch when I'm in there. Or anywhere else for that matter...
...noooooooo!! He's dead! D:
@Jak: Make sure you scrub good, I don't wanna smell Trilby mulch when I'm in there. Or anywhere else for that matter...
@Mort: That sounded so sincere. /sarcasm.
Just for that, you don't get any of my Everything Meal when you die!
Just for that, you don't get any of my Everything Meal when you die!
Well...my morning has been less than optimal.
Oh well, someone gets to die now. ^_^
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Oh well, someone gets to die now. ^_^
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The killer is poised to strike once again!
Check your inbox.
[/HEADING]Check your inbox.
Shit...
After months of work, I'm about to finish my course in School. Standard fare, get a cert, get drunk, hangover, done. But this time, I awoke in a bathtub full of ice and several of my organs in jars next to me. I spent the next 3 days slowly dying as more and more of my organs were removed. I tell ya, the killer is a sick fuck...
Well...that was technically something I guess.
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Yes, Diablo1099 has been struck down in his prime. May his organs be sold for a great price on the black market.
Time to vote once again.
[/HEADING]Time to vote once again.
@Redlin5: That's... awesome, I once had a dream where I was stuck upside-down inside of a car with a steel pole piercing through my chest.
The whole dream consisted of me screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping that somebody would come and save me.
I heard a voice of a man, he asked me if I was ok, and I screamed "NOOO!". He rang the emergency service while I struggled to stay awake. The blood from my chest slowly ran towards my face. The feeling of warm blood slowly creeping towards your eyes is a really unsettling situation.
I could hear sirens, and short there after firefighters discussing how they should get me out. Suddenly everything went silent. The blood had seeped into my ears and succesfully plugged them, cutting me off from the sound from the outside world. The only sound I can hear, is my own heart. I suddenly feel vibrations. The kind of vibrations you feel when a motor starts close to you. From what I would guess would be the roof, or maybe the torn floor, a tiny hole light seeped where I could see the clear light from the moon, the only light-source in this dark hell-hole. I could see a male firefighter trying to look in through the hole.
Impossible. He couldn't have possibly seen anything that could help with the little light he had at his disposal. Though he still looked like he thought he knew what he should do. He looked away, probably talking to someone, showing with hand gestures how I was placed inside the car.
I had only one thought: That's not right. I don't lie in that position. He's wrong.
He nodded at the person he talked to and took a step back, out of my view. Another male firefighter appeared in front of the hole, probably the one the first firefighter was talking too. As he was closing in, the vibrations got more intense. He was carrying something heavy since he was abit hunched over. He raised the heavy object, like he was trying to place it on top of the car.
I now saw where the vibrations came from.
The object was a circular saw, a special made one that firefighters use to get people out of crashed cars.
The vibrations from the saw got more violent, as they do when the saw starts to rotate.
Intense vibrations.
He had started cutting through the car with the circular saw, sparks flying everywhere, suddenly getting put out when they came with contact with my blood.
Wait.
The saw was coming closer to me. More and more sparks landed on top of my chest as the saw was closing in.
I tried to scream.
Couldn't.
I started choking and coughing on my own blood, that had ran all the way from my wound in the chest to my mouth. I tried to spit, but the blood was to thick.
Panic.
I started gurgling, trying to get the firefighters attention. He couldn't hear me over the sound from the saws motor.
I tried kicking around, hoping that the sudden movements would catch his attention, but I was all out of energy and I couldn't even move my feet.
The saw was just inches away from my chest, like a demon just seconds away from devouring my heart.
It sank in.
Blood sprayed all over the cars interior while I was just stuck there, waiting for the inevitable death.
And the pain. AAAARRGGH, THE PAIN! It hurts just recalling it. It felt like somebody was tearing away my skin with his own nails. Faster than sound.
I could feel the smell of gas while the saw was mutilating my body. Although I couldn't see it, the interior was probably red by now with blood.
My body started shaking when the circular saw reached my spine, cutting through it in mere seconds.
And then?
Nothing.
I heard a voice of a man, he asked me if I was ok, and I screamed "NOOO!". He rang the emergency service while I struggled to stay awake. The blood from my chest slowly ran towards my face. The feeling of warm blood slowly creeping towards your eyes is a really unsettling situation.
I could hear sirens, and short there after firefighters discussing how they should get me out. Suddenly everything went silent. The blood had seeped into my ears and succesfully plugged them, cutting me off from the sound from the outside world. The only sound I can hear, is my own heart. I suddenly feel vibrations. The kind of vibrations you feel when a motor starts close to you. From what I would guess would be the roof, or maybe the torn floor, a tiny hole light seeped where I could see the clear light from the moon, the only light-source in this dark hell-hole. I could see a male firefighter trying to look in through the hole.
Impossible. He couldn't have possibly seen anything that could help with the little light he had at his disposal. Though he still looked like he thought he knew what he should do. He looked away, probably talking to someone, showing with hand gestures how I was placed inside the car.
I had only one thought: That's not right. I don't lie in that position. He's wrong.
He nodded at the person he talked to and took a step back, out of my view. Another male firefighter appeared in front of the hole, probably the one the first firefighter was talking too. As he was closing in, the vibrations got more intense. He was carrying something heavy since he was abit hunched over. He raised the heavy object, like he was trying to place it on top of the car.
I now saw where the vibrations came from.
The object was a circular saw, a special made one that firefighters use to get people out of crashed cars.
The vibrations from the saw got more violent, as they do when the saw starts to rotate.
Intense vibrations.
He had started cutting through the car with the circular saw, sparks flying everywhere, suddenly getting put out when they came with contact with my blood.
Wait.
The saw was coming closer to me. More and more sparks landed on top of my chest as the saw was closing in.
I tried to scream.
Couldn't.
I started choking and coughing on my own blood, that had ran all the way from my wound in the chest to my mouth. I tried to spit, but the blood was to thick.
Panic.
I started gurgling, trying to get the firefighters attention. He couldn't hear me over the sound from the saws motor.
I tried kicking around, hoping that the sudden movements would catch his attention, but I was all out of energy and I couldn't even move my feet.
The saw was just inches away from my chest, like a demon just seconds away from devouring my heart.
It sank in.
Blood sprayed all over the cars interior while I was just stuck there, waiting for the inevitable death.
And the pain. AAAARRGGH, THE PAIN! It hurts just recalling it. It felt like somebody was tearing away my skin with his own nails. Faster than sound.
I could feel the smell of gas while the saw was mutilating my body. Although I couldn't see it, the interior was probably red by now with blood.
My body started shaking when the circular saw reached my spine, cutting through it in mere seconds.
And then?
Nothing.
@Trilby: Got it.
*shouts back to the kitchen*
"King Arthur with a hip replacement on a bed of coals!"
...
"What?"
"Just give him everything."
"Okay."
@Steke: Yessir.
[HEADING=2]"FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!"[/HEADING]
Enjoy your Happy Meal, sir.
*gives random toy*
*shouts back to the kitchen*
"King Arthur with a hip replacement on a bed of coals!"
...
"What?"
"Just give him everything."
"Okay."
@Steke: Yessir.
[HEADING=2]"FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!"[/HEADING]
Enjoy your Happy Meal, sir.
*gives random toy*
@Jak: The least you could have done was put it on a frame so I could mount it over the fireplace.
