Serial Killer Round 49: Carnival of Fear. The killer is dead. ROUND OVER
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". . . And here's the wind up." *Goes through an incredibly complicated stream of moves before throwing the ball.* *Ball is thrown and bounces right off the milk bottle pyramid and slams into the back of Schizzy's head with enough force to make him fall down flat.*
"What the hell?" *Goes back to group* "Hey guys, I wouldn't try that baseball toss game. I think it's rigged." *Looks at Schizzy* "Woah, what happened to you?"
"What the hell?" *Goes back to group* "Hey guys, I wouldn't try that baseball toss game. I think it's rigged." *Looks at Schizzy* "Woah, what happened to you?"
"What him? Oh uhhh he just fell into a sugar coma from eating too much cardboard cotton candy."
"Anyways, you're doing it wrong. Let me show you how it's done. It's all in the technique. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgApTe26RWQ]
*finishes spasming*
"And there! If you do it exactly like that even the milk bottles' grandkids will feel it."
"Anyways, you're doing it wrong. Let me show you how it's done. It's all in the technique. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgApTe26RWQ]
*finishes spasming*
"And there! If you do it exactly like that even the milk bottles' grandkids will feel it."
"I see, I see. Well thanks for the tip."
"Wait, the killer has struck?" *Frantically checks self for any stab or gunshot wounds* "Hey, I'm not dead! Hooray! Oh, by the way, Staika, don't worry about your wallet, I made you a cardboard one instead, annnnd filled it with cardboard money too! The exchange rate is bad though, so you might want to go to cardboard land to use those bucks.
"Wait, the killer has struck?" *Frantically checks self for any stab or gunshot wounds* "Hey, I'm not dead! Hooray! Oh, by the way, Staika, don't worry about your wallet, I made you a cardboard one instead, annnnd filled it with cardboard money too! The exchange rate is bad though, so you might want to go to cardboard land to use those bucks.
"Well, THAT was embarrassing."
"Speaking of which... with puns like that, Grim, I don't think you'll make the cut amongst the living for long."
(OOC: You won't be the first punner. We have had so many punners that it spawned a couple of resident Punner Killers. 'Cause I'm nice, I won't tell you who they are.)
"Speaking of which... with puns like that, Grim, I don't think you'll make the cut amongst the living for long."
(OOC: You won't be the first punner. We have had so many punners that it spawned a couple of resident Punner Killers. 'Cause I'm nice, I won't tell you who they are.)
So many pockets to pick, he thought to himself. So many idiots distracted by the pretty colours and the shiny lights. Five seconds in and out of another pocket and he walked away with a fifth wallet of the night. It was time to call it a night - he'd learnt the hard way that pushing his luck was a pointless strategy. And yet...
Shiny...
He couldn't see exactly what it was, but it certainly looked incredibly valuable. A definite risk, but it was certainly doable. And what was the likelihood of being caught?
Moving slowly towards the mark, he shifted his weight over to his right side. He'd need to use his left hand for this, so the timing would need to be perfect. As the explosion of another round of fireworks exploded overhead, he striked. In and...
Ouch.
"Whaat thee heelll..?"
He began to black out almost instantly. He stumbled away, hoping to reach the back of one of the tents and avoid attention. If anyone noticed and called an ambulance, he didn't feel like explaining to A+E staff why he was walking around with six wallets. And he certainly didn't feel like doing another stretch.
As he finally black out, the last thing he saw was that damn grin.
..........................................................................................
Where the hell was he? And where was that damn rumbling sound coming from?
He sat up sharply. His legs were numb, and he still couldn't see. Reaching his half-numb hands to his face, he pulled the blindfold off.
"You've got to be kidd..."
As he died, the last thing he saw was "RUMBLE ROCKET ROLLER COASTER!"
Shiny...
He couldn't see exactly what it was, but it certainly looked incredibly valuable. A definite risk, but it was certainly doable. And what was the likelihood of being caught?
Moving slowly towards the mark, he shifted his weight over to his right side. He'd need to use his left hand for this, so the timing would need to be perfect. As the explosion of another round of fireworks exploded overhead, he striked. In and...
Ouch.
"Whaat thee heelll..?"
He began to black out almost instantly. He stumbled away, hoping to reach the back of one of the tents and avoid attention. If anyone noticed and called an ambulance, he didn't feel like explaining to A+E staff why he was walking around with six wallets. And he certainly didn't feel like doing another stretch.
As he finally black out, the last thing he saw was that damn grin.
..........................................................................................
Where the hell was he? And where was that damn rumbling sound coming from?
He sat up sharply. His legs were numb, and he still couldn't see. Reaching his half-numb hands to his face, he pulled the blindfold off.
"You've got to be kidd..."
As he died, the last thing he saw was "RUMBLE ROCKET ROLLER COASTER!"
(OOC: On a side note, I learnt how to use colours in my posts today. You would never have guessed.
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"Well...looks like I better get to work," the groundskeeper grumbled after he heard the announcement on his walkie-talkie. He was told someone was hit on the tracks of one of the more popular rides.
Popular my ass, he thought, knowing just how few were actually in attendance in the recent days.
Having grabbed a bucket and brush, he swung the heavy door of his shack shut as he stepped outside to clean what was left of the reported cross-tie walker. "I don't get paid enough to do this shit..."
Popular my ass, he thought, knowing just how few were actually in attendance in the recent days.
Having grabbed a bucket and brush, he swung the heavy door of his shack shut as he stepped outside to clean what was left of the reported cross-tie walker. "I don't get paid enough to do this shit..."
@Von: Nice death.
And I like the name of the ride by the way. ^^
And I like the name of the ride by the way. ^^