Serial Killer Round 49: Carnival of Fear. The killer is dead. ROUND OVER
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And this round was going not too horribly slow in the beginning either...
We need to make people sign a waiver. If you GM a game and disappear without arranging a substitute, you will be fired.
Out of a cannon.
Into the sun.
And this round was going not too horribly slow in the beginning either...
We need to make people sign a waiver. If you GM a game and disappear without arranging a substitute, you will be fired.
Out of a cannon.
Into the sun.
...while wearing an embarrassingly hilarious fairy costume.
Carrying a bag of glitter so they can leave a trail of Pixie Dust.
Carrying a bag of glitter so they can leave a trail of Pixie Dust.
I apologise to all for the (truly horrific) delay. God, I have been a terrible GM this time around. I will give my reason: I started a temporary job, 6 weeks, and since I'm very much in need of money, I have been working 12 hour days and weekends, so basically I haven't even really visited the Escapist in near on a month because I've been too tired, and basically forgot. I apologise again.
It's up to you guys if you'd like to perform a Coup d'état, I won't complain. But I can carry on as normal and get everything back on track for the last couple of round. Till you decide, I can at least announce who was killed:
It's up to you guys if you'd like to perform a Coup d'état, I won't complain. But I can carry on as normal and get everything back on track for the last couple of round. Till you decide, I can at least announce who was killed:
[HEADING=2][color]Grim327 has been killed, send in your votes.[/color][/HEADING]
Eh I was only putting the Coup out there on the chance that you didn't return. Now that you're back (and hopefully don't disappear for a long period of time again) then I see no reason to run the Coup just yet. But I'll keep my army of cardboard tanks on stand-by if only to take over the JIB when the time is right.
Aww...but I already set fire to the village and ransacked all the valuables. Now we aren't even having a coup today? Such a waste of effort on my part.
Seriously though, I don't have a problem with you still being GM. But if you find yourself needing to vanish, set up a sub GM, savvy?
Seriously though, I don't have a problem with you still being GM. But if you find yourself needing to vanish, set up a sub GM, savvy?
@staika: Question: Have you waterproofed your cardboard recently? Because it sort of looks like rain. >.>
Edit: Also, should we be voting now or something? I'm not even sure anymore.
Edit: Also, should we be voting now or something? I'm not even sure anymore.
Well, this was going to be a bit more elaborate but I was caught in a flood. So...yeah...
Not it, by the way.
?Look friend, you know that this isn?t going to get any better. Why don?t you just accept me??
I glance away from my steering wheel for just long enough to catch the whimsical glint in the eye of my passenger through the wisps of smoke climbing from the glow of his cigarette. Today he seemed less sharp than usual despite appearing in his standard dark suit jacket and well-pressed pants. It took a moment of study to realize that he had neglected to wear his blood red tie today. A strange deviation from pattern?what was different today?
The streetlight turned green and I focused my attention back to the road. His words to seemed to drift thickly though the air as I attempted to prepare some sort of response that would force him to leave me alone. It had been growing more and more difficult to divert my strange friend?s gaze away from my actions as of late. He had been coming around with a frequency that was far from comforting and always asking the same questions. There was a time when I was able to shoo him away with nothing more than a piece of the puzzle that I was working on. Now his persistence was growing and his inquiries were becoming tiresome.
?Nothing, huh? You know that you can?t keep putting this off??
A vein throbbed in my forehead with such force that I was almost certain it was visible. I could feel him grin smugly; he knew that he had gotten under my skin long ago. Now it was just a matter of twisting the needles just right.
?Watch me.?
It was obvious I was off my game. The two word retort fell far from the moral debates we had engaged in when the shadowy man had first started appearing outside of my dreams so many months ago. Now, I was losing the will to fight. I wasn?t going to escape this.
None of us ever would?
Ten silent minutes later I pulled into the parking lot outside of my apartment. I know at some point between the stoplight and my home that he had removed himself from the vehicle but I couldn?t honestly remember the exact moment. It didn?t matter. He would be back before I knew it. Part of me wanted nothing more than to hate him, to force him out of my life forever, perhaps even figure out how to banish him from our plane. But there was always a small nagging voice in my head that seemed to linger as strongly as the scent of his smoke?
After stepping out of my white SUV, it took me a moment to fully become acquainted with my welcoming party. I blinked heavily at the robed figures before the gears in my brain finally clicked.
?Wait, shit, are we still doing this thing? I thought for sure the cycle was over??
Without a word the figures draw a menagerie of weapons hidden deep within their cloaks. It?s a who?s who of the usual tools of murder. A baseball bat (boring), a dagger (probably the killer), a revolver (classic), and?is that??
Hmm?
Unlike many who play our twisted little game, I have developed an unfortunate talent for remembering every cycle that takes place. Every burning, every bludgeoning, every stabbing, every instance of being tied behind a car and dragged out in the middle of the desert remains as clear as day it happened. At first, this terrified me. It seemed as though it were more punishment for some of my more occult obsessions and chronic attempts to break us from the cycle. But lately it?s become?entrancing. Each new death becomes a new experience, a new taste on this curse that we so willingly take upon ourselves.
So when I saw my ?jury? of peers pull out a taser, I knew exactly how I was going to die today.
Immediately I lunge, ducking under the swing of the bat and charging my chosen murderer as he charged his taser. I heard my assailants barking orders at each other with a tone of panic. This was not how they expected this to go. In the past, I have either fled in terror or just been resigned to my fate. But there was no point. The vote was cast. My fate was set.
I wanted to die on my own terms.
A gunshot rang in my ears and an intense searing split my side as though a hot iron was driven between my ribs. I spun and buckled, crashing to the ground at the feet of the one holding the weapon of my choice. A distant cackling could be heard but I couldn?t be certain if it was my own or if it was the dark ones gathering around, invisible to most and gleeful of the carnage.
I could see his eyes underneath the hood, concerned but determined to strike back at my perceived insanity. In a solemn voice, he asked the only question on everyone?s mind.
?Link, are you the killer??
More cackling as a new pair of legs stepped into my sight.
?No, but I accept.?
Confusion all around.
?Accept what??
More laughter.
?My true fate.?
Two seconds of hesitation were rewarded by a 200 amp current straight through my body. The pain was excruciating as my muscles spasmed and my heart beat swiftly and irregularly. There is no telling how long the trigger was held before the battery gave out. Ten seconds? Twenty? Three hours?
It didn?t matter. My heart fluttered and quit. Only a few moments left.
My vision blurred into a dark red streak. Shaped like?a necktie?
Guess I?m done putting this off?
I glance away from my steering wheel for just long enough to catch the whimsical glint in the eye of my passenger through the wisps of smoke climbing from the glow of his cigarette. Today he seemed less sharp than usual despite appearing in his standard dark suit jacket and well-pressed pants. It took a moment of study to realize that he had neglected to wear his blood red tie today. A strange deviation from pattern?what was different today?
The streetlight turned green and I focused my attention back to the road. His words to seemed to drift thickly though the air as I attempted to prepare some sort of response that would force him to leave me alone. It had been growing more and more difficult to divert my strange friend?s gaze away from my actions as of late. He had been coming around with a frequency that was far from comforting and always asking the same questions. There was a time when I was able to shoo him away with nothing more than a piece of the puzzle that I was working on. Now his persistence was growing and his inquiries were becoming tiresome.
?Nothing, huh? You know that you can?t keep putting this off??
A vein throbbed in my forehead with such force that I was almost certain it was visible. I could feel him grin smugly; he knew that he had gotten under my skin long ago. Now it was just a matter of twisting the needles just right.
?Watch me.?
It was obvious I was off my game. The two word retort fell far from the moral debates we had engaged in when the shadowy man had first started appearing outside of my dreams so many months ago. Now, I was losing the will to fight. I wasn?t going to escape this.
None of us ever would?
Ten silent minutes later I pulled into the parking lot outside of my apartment. I know at some point between the stoplight and my home that he had removed himself from the vehicle but I couldn?t honestly remember the exact moment. It didn?t matter. He would be back before I knew it. Part of me wanted nothing more than to hate him, to force him out of my life forever, perhaps even figure out how to banish him from our plane. But there was always a small nagging voice in my head that seemed to linger as strongly as the scent of his smoke?
After stepping out of my white SUV, it took me a moment to fully become acquainted with my welcoming party. I blinked heavily at the robed figures before the gears in my brain finally clicked.
?Wait, shit, are we still doing this thing? I thought for sure the cycle was over??
Without a word the figures draw a menagerie of weapons hidden deep within their cloaks. It?s a who?s who of the usual tools of murder. A baseball bat (boring), a dagger (probably the killer), a revolver (classic), and?is that??
Hmm?
Unlike many who play our twisted little game, I have developed an unfortunate talent for remembering every cycle that takes place. Every burning, every bludgeoning, every stabbing, every instance of being tied behind a car and dragged out in the middle of the desert remains as clear as day it happened. At first, this terrified me. It seemed as though it were more punishment for some of my more occult obsessions and chronic attempts to break us from the cycle. But lately it?s become?entrancing. Each new death becomes a new experience, a new taste on this curse that we so willingly take upon ourselves.
So when I saw my ?jury? of peers pull out a taser, I knew exactly how I was going to die today.
Immediately I lunge, ducking under the swing of the bat and charging my chosen murderer as he charged his taser. I heard my assailants barking orders at each other with a tone of panic. This was not how they expected this to go. In the past, I have either fled in terror or just been resigned to my fate. But there was no point. The vote was cast. My fate was set.
I wanted to die on my own terms.
A gunshot rang in my ears and an intense searing split my side as though a hot iron was driven between my ribs. I spun and buckled, crashing to the ground at the feet of the one holding the weapon of my choice. A distant cackling could be heard but I couldn?t be certain if it was my own or if it was the dark ones gathering around, invisible to most and gleeful of the carnage.
I could see his eyes underneath the hood, concerned but determined to strike back at my perceived insanity. In a solemn voice, he asked the only question on everyone?s mind.
?Link, are you the killer??
More cackling as a new pair of legs stepped into my sight.
?No, but I accept.?
Confusion all around.
?Accept what??
More laughter.
?My true fate.?
Two seconds of hesitation were rewarded by a 200 amp current straight through my body. The pain was excruciating as my muscles spasmed and my heart beat swiftly and irregularly. There is no telling how long the trigger was held before the battery gave out. Ten seconds? Twenty? Three hours?
It didn?t matter. My heart fluttered and quit. Only a few moments left.
My vision blurred into a dark red streak. Shaped like?a necktie?
Guess I?m done putting this off?
Not it, by the way.
