Serial Killer Round 41: A Game of Cat and Mices (Cycle 6: Entwined dead. Now vote... you monsters.)
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I am Dead
How cruel the Gods must be. I walked amongst my friends searching for my enemy, I alone had the power to make it quick, to end the game and save all. But I could not do it, for I am a coward. The safety of others came at such a price, my own life. I could not do that, I could not kill myself for even a group of friends.
The Killer found me, the Killer found me too soon, before my courage was mustered, before I could have hoped to end it all and they found me. I wish I could say that my end was quick, that my screams did not come as frequently as they did and I wish that I could say that in that moment, that I had not realized my own selfishness.
However such wishful thinking was not to be, they had attached me to a table. Above me a simple titration machine sat. Its contents clear as the most crystalline water. But it was not this sweet nector that met my lips. Rather it was liquid fire, the dissolver of most known substances, a PH of only 0.7 when combined with water. It was sulfuric acid and how I screamed for death with every drop.
It was slow, while the acid burns, the machine ensured only a little touched me at a time. While one would expect all thought process to end when such pain occurs, I still found my mind wandering to the possibilities. At the end of the day, I was still going to die, why now did I have the realization that my death could have meant so much more. Instead, my death is just another thing to fight over. Instead of ending the battle between Killer and Victim prematurely, I have simply created another rabble of violence and death. This is my legacy.
The Killer found me, the Killer found me too soon, before my courage was mustered, before I could have hoped to end it all and they found me. I wish I could say that my end was quick, that my screams did not come as frequently as they did and I wish that I could say that in that moment, that I had not realized my own selfishness.
However such wishful thinking was not to be, they had attached me to a table. Above me a simple titration machine sat. Its contents clear as the most crystalline water. But it was not this sweet nector that met my lips. Rather it was liquid fire, the dissolver of most known substances, a PH of only 0.7 when combined with water. It was sulfuric acid and how I screamed for death with every drop.
It was slow, while the acid burns, the machine ensured only a little touched me at a time. While one would expect all thought process to end when such pain occurs, I still found my mind wandering to the possibilities. At the end of the day, I was still going to die, why now did I have the realization that my death could have meant so much more. Instead, my death is just another thing to fight over. Instead of ending the battle between Killer and Victim prematurely, I have simply created another rabble of violence and death. This is my legacy.
@[user]Lost[/user]: "Do Not Mourn The Coward"? You're dead! I mourn who I want!
So yeah, it's a shame you died.
At least I get a chance to try out my newest invention! The combined pitchfork and torch, an everyday tool for your everyday angry mob!
*Lights pitchfork aflame*
So yeah, it's a shame you died.
At least I get a chance to try out my newest invention! The combined pitchfork and torch, an everyday tool for your everyday angry mob!
*Lights pitchfork aflame*
@[user]Sky[/user]: Sure! There sould be a couple of them laying around in my shed. It's where I keep all my lynching-related inventions.
Just remember to put the fire out before you store it.
Just remember to put the fire out before you store it.
Say whaaat?! Where's my death? I'm cool... at least, I like to think so. It helps that it's winter. =P=y said:
I wish I would have written more in retrospect, but I'm glad people liked it. Don't write a death after writing an RW entry, I believe the moral of the story is
@Lost: Hey, sometimes brevity is the soul of wit.
Really, that's a lesson I wish some people would learn. Including myself at times. XP
Really, that's a lesson I wish some people would learn. Including myself at times. XP
@[user]Link[/user]: I have that problem. Last time I wrote a satirical causerie for a school assignment I wrote a bit too long.
A long causerie would in my situation be two pages. I managed to stop at five pages...
A long causerie would in my situation be two pages. I managed to stop at five pages...
@Link: Haha, sometimes it is, in this case it was "I just wrote 1500 words in one and a half hours after working a ten hour shift, must do dea-sleep teim nowz."
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Wait a second, I didn't know I got to be cool...=y said:
@staika: Hey, it's this avatar again! Death by dragons. Best way to go.
@game: Oh, right, new cycle. Vote is en route.
@game: Oh, right, new cycle. Vote is en route.
