Serial Killer Round 44 - Dungeons & Doubles! Started! Killer is Dead! Round Over!

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War Penguin

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It... It's over? It's over! Hallelujah, it's over! I'm alive! Oh, it's so great to be alive again! The air is fresh! The grass is green! The birds are chirping! Life is beauti-

*SkyeNeko Is GM*

Oh, dear god, no.

o_o
 

RaNDM G

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@War: I can tell the next round is going to be a lot of fun. Wouldn't you agree?
 

Redlin5_v1legacy

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RaNDM G said:
@War: I can tell the next round is going to be a lot of fun. Wouldn't you agree?
Cool avatar bro...

I have nothing else to say but that I'm waiting for the next game. :)
 

NeoAC

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@Sky: I know that other Skye is trying to get the theme for what she wants to do next round worked out, then she's going to be posting it up. But yes, I too am anxious for a new round.
 

NeoAC

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@Sky: I honestly didn't know someone else in Pub Club had it until after I switched to it, and I had been waiting like three months to use it while Ratings War was going on, and then I finally got it up, and I saw that other one moving faster, and then I was like "Noooooo way." But now I am stuck with it until I find a better sarcastic congratulations gif.
 

SkyeNeko

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@sky: it's only been, what, 4 days? AND it was over the black friday weekend. chill woman, im getting to it :p
 

Schizzy

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@NeoAC: For a moment, I was thinking, "When did Neo get a video of me?"

@Sky: Your sense of urgency is somewhat... relaxed.

@Skye: Get to starting the round, woman! We people need to slake our bloodthirst! [... said the unwise old man to the future GM who will have the power to turn his skin inside out.]
 

Tortilla the Hun

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I was desperate. That's no excuse, but it's impossible to not see that it only drove me closer to the edge. In the end, I was the one who took the plunge...

Thinking there was great need for a man of my profession here in Murderville, I had high hopes for myself and my business. It flourished for quite some time, though I truly wished my line of work wasn't in such demand. But it was, and somebody had to do take care of things. At least, that was the case up until a few weeks ago. Deaths were few and far between, which meant work for me was growing scarce. Time dragged on and I'd have one, maybe two bodies each week. Bills were piling up, I still had an outstanding loan to pay off since the start of my business, and I was struggling just to keep from going under. I should have rejoiced that the life expectancy in this town was going up, that people began to live without fear of becoming one of several corpses that piled up at the end our each week, but I could only see sorrow in such news. But how could I see any differently? My mind was clouded, fogged, I couldn't see past the mountain of debt I was drowning in and I knew I had to resort to extreme measures to keep my head above water.

I thought long and hard about my decision, and most often the thinking was done after a few glasses of Scotch. I didn't see how anyone could think about committing murder with a clear mind. Within days, I had a plan in mind. I saw plenty of fresh faces in Murderville and in those faces, opportunity. It wasn't rare for a few new residents to end up dead. Hell, with a killer on the loose, it was pretty much expected. And when word of a killer on the loose reached my ears, I took action.

The first life I took was no easy task. I mean the act of killing him was as simple as sliding his own knife into his back, but afterwards was the real hurdle. I couldn't believe that I did such an horrifying thing, taking one's life for the sake of my business, my livelihood. At its very core, it was survival. Plain and simple as that. I was backed into a corner and, like any animal, I needed to do what was necessary to get out of it. At least that's what I told myself. I tried my damndest to justify what I had done, not for anyone else but me. Was I too rash in my decisions? Was I so certain there was no other way? My mind was split right down the middle, tearing itself apart, one half saying what I had done was unforgivable while the other said differently. With the help of a handful of sleeping pills, I managed to get some sleep, believing I would sort everything out by morning.

When I received the call about the bodies, the one left by the (other) killer and myself, what I felt was relief. Relief that I hadn't been discovered, and that I could get back to work without worry. However, when I saw what the city had paid me to do the cleanup, as handsome as the checks were, they were merely drops in the bucket.

'At least it's something,' part of me thought. But another, a much more vocal and sinister part of me knew it would never be enough. I knew what I had to do, and I knew I would submit to those innermost inclinations.

My next victim, the one who was unfortunate enough to be left alone in that store, wasn't easy pickings. He actually managed to put up a fight. I put him into a corner just as I had been put into, and he fought just as I had, and I respected him for it. Though the respect only came afterwards - I was furious at the fact he'd nearly had me defeated. In my anger, even though I held his life in the palm of my hand and could've ended it quickly, I just wanted to make him feel the worst fucking pain he'd ever felt. So I took his head and ran it through the meat slicer he'd been cleaning so painstakingly just moments before. The first cut removed most of his cheek and ear, spraying hot, fresh blood out from the spinning blade. The next cut was a little more difficult, seeing as the blade would have to grind through his skull and teeth, but it would go through them just the same with the right amount of pushing and sliding. I desperately wished I could've seen the look in his eyes as the blade tore through one of them in that second passing, but I would have to settle for my imagination even though I knew it just wouldn't be the same.

By the end of it all, only a quarter of the man's head remained attached to his neck while the rest was either spattered on the floor and walls or in rough slices on the deli slicer's tray. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts and reflect on what I had felt just then, and what I had felt was...life. For the first time in so long I actually felt alive. It was invigorating, intoxicating, and I couldn't help but eagerly plan for the next 'adventure'. With one last look for the night at the mess I had made, I couldn't help but laugh at how much more difficult I made tomorrow's work become. With any luck, I'd receive a heavier check out of sympathy for what I'd be dealing with...

My next, and unfortunately last, rush for newfound excitement and "income enhancement" allowed me the opportunity to get creative. This unsuspecting man in the bathroom of an office building was an easy target. Using a large dose of anesthetic, I drugged him into unconsciousness and took him to a secluded place, far from my morgue. I strung him upside-down over a tank of water, like it was taken right out of a movie or something. I felt powerful, almost invincible as I stood there with that lever in my hand, the lever that would lower him to his untimely demise with just one pull. The moment he regained consciousness, I wanted to just drop him right into the tank, I needed to see the fear in his eyes, I needed him to know the true meaning of desperation. But I was patient. Against every urge I had in me, I was patient.

When he spoke up, he spoke as if there was two of us. Of me...as if I wasn't the only one in the room other than him. It was strange, unnerving even, that he would see another standing there with me. What was even more frightening was the voice that sounded off in my head, a voice that wasn't my own, telling me to disregard the man's words. The voice was soothing - it felt good to know I wasn't alone in this - and though I couldn't help but wonder just who it was, it told me that it wasn't important. It was here to help me, and that's all that mattered.

There was a brief moment of clarity where I saw just how wrong my actions were, how terrible the measures I've taken really were...but the voice, that soothing voice, told me there was no time to dwell on that, for the moment of the man's end drew near. I pulled the lever, hypnotized by the soft breath in my ear as I listened to the whispers of the abyss and the cold hand on my shoulder, and slowly the man was lowered into the water. It wasn't long before the stinging cold filled his lungs and he became still. My work there was done, so I headed home so I could sleep and get some much-needed rest.

The next morning, I was surprised by being hauled from my bed, dragged to operating room of my morgue and, without warning, had my owned scalpel digging through my left eye. The pain was excruciating, I felt all the connective tissue being torn and scrambled as the sharp blade carved and scraped my socket. One would think that after having endured that pain once before would lessen the pain should it happen again, or that shock would take over and ease the agony, but that certainly wasn't the case as the scalpel was pulled from my gored eye and planned into my right. I didn't have any screaming left in me, my throat was much too dry, and I could only gasp for breath as I lied there, waiting for something to take the pain away.

Then I heard it...the voice. The voice that brought me peace when I needed it most. It told me not to worry, that while I could not finish their work, I did all I could. I could feel the cold man's arms open up, I saw comfort in his black eyes, and I followed him into the abyss. It was just before I was enveloped into the nothingness that I realized I was being used. I became a tool for some higher power, a grim and dark entity that was used to collect souls of the innocent, and I would soon become one of them. In darkness, I would spend eternity, and there wasn't a single thing I could do...
 

Link_to_Future

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@Mortis: Alas, the busy mortician had to make work for himself. I never thought I would see he day.

Good piece. Hopefully the darkness doesn't torture you too much in the future. >.>
 

sky14kemea

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@Skye: Well it's not like I'm sending PMs bothering you.

Yet....

Nah, I'm fine waiting till the weekend.
 

Lizmichi

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Hmm you know what, I think I'll jamp back in to SK for this next round. It's been a while.
 

War Penguin

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First off...

@Lizmichi: Holy shit! :0

Secondly, who else is thinking of good themes for future rounds? Because once someone threw that idea out there, a couple of good ones came to my mind. One that better fits our original theme is that we're all cops looking for the killer. Obviously, one of us is the killer, but some of us have taken liberties to hire the local gangsters or rallied the town's mob to take out any of the people who they think are the killer.

Another one, and my personal favorite, is where we all just robbed a bank. However, one of us wants all the money for themselves and (s)he's slowly taking out each and everyone of us, one by one. We all get paranoid and kill anyone who we think is the traitor.

Just ideas for themes. Posted them 'cause I'm bored. Don't care if any of ya'll use them or not. :p
 

CounterAttack

A Writer With Many Faces
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@WarP: Hmm... I haven't been thinking of themes, myself. Been too busy with other projects and games and such.
 

sky14kemea

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@WarP: That's more creative then the ones I've been thinking of. Now I hope you GM soon. =P