@times: These days I get up anywhere between 7 and 8 AM. Most recently it's been the latter, which irritates me. Getting up earlier allows me to use more of the day.
Serial Killer Round 41: A Game of Cat and Mices (Cycle 6: Entwined dead. Now vote... you monsters.)
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@Steke: What kinda pain? Like behind your eyes, or in your stomach? I get a little from both of those. =P
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@Nouw: Honestly, I don't know. But God, I hope not. Just yesterday morning, five minutes' lie-in turned into an extra hour.
@Steke: The eyes thing is probably just 'cause your body really doesn't wanna wake up. My eyes are fine if I sleep pretty much all day. >.> Damn bodies are against us.
@sky: Damn bodies...they should all be killed with fire!!
...after they find a way to transfer consciousness into machines.
>.>
...after they find a way to transfer consciousness into machines.
>.>
@=y: My goodness...
Methinks it's time I start throwing my money and valuables (vital organs included (yes, even my own as well)) at Valve so they can hurry up and make it happen.
Methinks it's time I start throwing my money and valuables (vital organs included (yes, even my own as well)) at Valve so they can hurry up and make it happen.
... I am now going to major in game design and minor in law. I will get a job at Valve and try to get the rights to Whose Line Is It Anyway. I am going to do everything I can to make this thing a reality. I swear it.=y said:So... death? Anyone?
Oh, and it's over? Thank christ! Being dead sucks!
@=y: Ordinarily I don't play zombie-based games... but if L4D3 has the same comedic nature as Whose Line, I might have to break tradition.
As the light of a dying day faded over the trees surrounding a cabin in the middle of nowhere, Neo sat back in his recently purchased leather rocking chair, trying to settle in with a good video game. But it was proving near impossible. As he looked up at the screen, it seemed like none of the controllers actions were corresponding with the proper movements on the screen.
"What the hell?" he cursed. "Lousy cheap made Chinese knock off." Moving to the cabinet in front of the TV, he went to dig out another controller from his still unpacked stuff from university. In his grumbling he didn't notice the figure sneaking up behind him, at least not until a knife was plunged into his back.
"Son of a!" Neo cried out in pain as he felt the blood start to trickle down his black from the open wound. Another thrust of the dagger unleashed a second stream. Finally, Neo turned around to see the killer standing over him, the knife still clutched in his hand. Neo could watch his own blood dripping off the blade.
"So," Neo grunted as speaking was difficult. "You came to... knock me off.... Everyone knows it's you..., you know that..., right? You're not...long for this world..."
The killer's response was a shrug and a plunge into the ribcage. He left the knife sticking in Neo's body as he left the room and the house.
Neo, coughing and struggling as his time reached its end, leaned forward, back towards the couch. "Well...guess there's....one thing left to do...." He grabbed at his car keys, haphazardly thrown on the floor. There was a keychain on it, given to him a couple weeks ago. It was a sphere, similar looking to Wheatley, but with a big red button where the eye would go. He pressed on it, and as he did so, he succumbed to his wounds. The button didn't do much, only inform the Entwined partner, that it was their turn to die.
TLDR Version: I'm dead, so is the other Entwined.
"What the hell?" he cursed. "Lousy cheap made Chinese knock off." Moving to the cabinet in front of the TV, he went to dig out another controller from his still unpacked stuff from university. In his grumbling he didn't notice the figure sneaking up behind him, at least not until a knife was plunged into his back.
"Son of a!" Neo cried out in pain as he felt the blood start to trickle down his black from the open wound. Another thrust of the dagger unleashed a second stream. Finally, Neo turned around to see the killer standing over him, the knife still clutched in his hand. Neo could watch his own blood dripping off the blade.
"So," Neo grunted as speaking was difficult. "You came to... knock me off.... Everyone knows it's you..., you know that..., right? You're not...long for this world..."
The killer's response was a shrug and a plunge into the ribcage. He left the knife sticking in Neo's body as he left the room and the house.
Neo, coughing and struggling as his time reached its end, leaned forward, back towards the couch. "Well...guess there's....one thing left to do...." He grabbed at his car keys, haphazardly thrown on the floor. There was a keychain on it, given to him a couple weeks ago. It was a sphere, similar looking to Wheatley, but with a big red button where the eye would go. He pressed on it, and as he did so, he succumbed to his wounds. The button didn't do much, only inform the Entwined partner, that it was their turn to die.
TLDR Version: I'm dead, so is the other Entwined.
I sit on the top of the tower of flats. I was told it would be this day. I look at my phone. Can't do much with it, only tell my entwined if I'm about to die. Except he told me first. I received the call earlier. So, the last trace of my family, gone. Family, burned down in a house fire. Friends, killed on a plane. The final trace of any relations, my god damn entwined, dead. I've survived every near death situation. Now it's finally time, to give death what it wants. I look over the edge. I notice a shadowy figure appearing in the doorway.
"So, you're here to try and finish me off? Well I'm done. Fuck you, and your stupid fucking game." I step closer to the edge. He raises a gun, but doesn't get a chance to fire. I'm already falling. It goes pretty slowly. I remember all the good times, and all the bad times. Memories flash by, learning to walk and talk, getting my first girlfriend, but then again, I remember staring at the remaining embers of my families home, and how close I must of came to the killer. It's depressing, that I never stopped him. I stare at the phone. Might as well press the call button. He told me, maybe I can still tell him. No response. The pavement is getting closer. I turn around to face the ground. I shut my eyes and await my dea-
"So, you're here to try and finish me off? Well I'm done. Fuck you, and your stupid fucking game." I step closer to the edge. He raises a gun, but doesn't get a chance to fire. I'm already falling. It goes pretty slowly. I remember all the good times, and all the bad times. Memories flash by, learning to walk and talk, getting my first girlfriend, but then again, I remember staring at the remaining embers of my families home, and how close I must of came to the killer. It's depressing, that I never stopped him. I stare at the phone. Might as well press the call button. He told me, maybe I can still tell him. No response. The pavement is getting closer. I turn around to face the ground. I shut my eyes and await my dea-
