@deserteagleeye: Aw... I was hoping you'd actually post Atmosphere... 
... I gotta stop finding reasons to post music... <.<
... I gotta stop finding reasons to post music... <.<
Serial Killer Round 48: It's finished.
- Thread starter RaNDM G
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"Well that was an uneventful 2 and-a-half day long shower -_-. My entire body feels like a quivering prune of disappointment. I'm gonna go make friends with the human torch until I've dried back up."
@Razer: With the advent of Skype and a lot of the regulars suffering from burnout, there just aren't as many people around. When we get to Round 50 though, that's when a lot of them said they'd be back, so we'll see what happens then. For now, we have to get whoever is knocking people off this time.
He couldn't find them. How saddened he was. His only valued treasure. Lost.
Nay.
Stolen.
They were just on him. On his being. He checked. He felt the weight of them. He even checked that he had them before entering the vault. Someone had the gall to take it from him, knowing that they'll be locked up together for month.
Oh. I'll find him. I'll make him pay. Just thinking about it made his heart beat faster. Made his blood boil.
HOW DARE HE?
How dare he take what is mine?
I'll find him. You'll see. Someone must know who took them. There aren't many of us. But look, they pretend like nothing happened. They go about, doing their own thing, not even a hint of sympathy for me.
Oh.
I KNOW they know. I see their stupid their smug looks now. When I'm not looking, they point and laugh at me in whispered voices. But I know now. I know they took it. They were jealous. JEALOUS! Jealous of MY knife collection. Of course they are! Bloody green eyed monsters.
And why wouldn't they. His beautiful, wondrous knives. How he loved them so. They way they glittered in the light. Some had a keen edge, able to gently caress meat apart. Some serrated, violently chip away at sawing bones. Some heavy-weighted, to crush chunkier parts without subtlety.
I must have them back.
"I'll kill you!" he shouted out loud at no one in particular.
And the mob was upon him, bludgeoning him 'til he was nothing but a smear on the floor.
Poor, poor Schizzy.
He may have been a psycho, but he wasn't the killer.
Nay.
Stolen.
They were just on him. On his being. He checked. He felt the weight of them. He even checked that he had them before entering the vault. Someone had the gall to take it from him, knowing that they'll be locked up together for month.
Oh. I'll find him. I'll make him pay. Just thinking about it made his heart beat faster. Made his blood boil.
HOW DARE HE?
How dare he take what is mine?
I'll find him. You'll see. Someone must know who took them. There aren't many of us. But look, they pretend like nothing happened. They go about, doing their own thing, not even a hint of sympathy for me.
Oh.
I KNOW they know. I see their stupid their smug looks now. When I'm not looking, they point and laugh at me in whispered voices. But I know now. I know they took it. They were jealous. JEALOUS! Jealous of MY knife collection. Of course they are! Bloody green eyed monsters.
And why wouldn't they. His beautiful, wondrous knives. How he loved them so. They way they glittered in the light. Some had a keen edge, able to gently caress meat apart. Some serrated, violently chip away at sawing bones. Some heavy-weighted, to crush chunkier parts without subtlety.
I must have them back.
"I'll kill you!" he shouted out loud at no one in particular.
And the mob was upon him, bludgeoning him 'til he was nothing but a smear on the floor.
Poor, poor Schizzy.
He may have been a psycho, but he wasn't the killer.
[HEADING=3]
[/HEADING]
Code:
[color]SURVIVOR TIER 1: FACILITY[/color]
Code:
L1: Atrium, gardens, medical facilities, Citizen's office.
L2: Housing, cafeteria, gymnasium.
L3: Base security, firing range, laboratories, [b]ARBITER[/b] testing.
L4: [b]CURE[/b] project testing.
L5: [s]???????????[/s]
All players begin with limited L3 access. Consult your division managers for clearance to lower levels."Okay everyone, to celebrate executing our supposed killer, I propose we make a giant stew in the cafeteria. Luckily, I found exactly fifteen good knives for each of us to use in one of the kitchen drawers. Well...15 knives and one bloody knife someone neglected to wipe after using."
well hopefull the local spy will inform us of their identity soon so we know who not to vote for.
