@Grim: We just need to make sure you stay alive for at least 2 more deaths to escape the tropes that control us.
Serial Killer Round 49: Carnival of Fear. The killer is dead. ROUND OVER
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@Schizzy: "Now listen 'ere, laddy. Ah don't play no bagpipes, an' Ah don't know where ye be gettin' off wit' yer wonderin's, but sounds tae me that ye fancy a doin'. An' that's what ye'll be in fer, ye keep yer hied in yer arse, ye ken?"
"I think I only understood most of half of several of none of those sentences/run-on clusterfunk."
@Mortis: "Don't be hasty now. I only ask 'cause on account of you being a bonafide scottish groundskeeper. And a fine one at that, I dare say, from the marvelous clean-up you did there. What you did there with the bone and gristle, pure genius right there friend. But I digress. Like I was sayin', would you like this fine example of a bagpipe, made with the finest cardboard known to man?"
"It will be the biggest... the greatest... and most beautiful of them all. It shall eclipse everything before it. It WILL eclipse everything before it. When it is done, when everything is in place, all shall bow down and weep at its feet, and they will curse all the days they had lived without it.
And they shall know it as the 'THERMOSPHERE 2000'," Schizzy rambled to himself.
"Really? It'll be outdated on launch," said a someone behind him.
Schizzy turned to see a carnival-goer. Probably got lost and unknowingly wondered under the giant tarp covering the mammoth construct. That, despite all signs telling uninvited visitors that the area is off limits and to push off.
"Whu... what?" stammered Schizzy, before recomposing himself. "What would you know about it?! Are you an engineer, roller-coaster designer AND visionary?"
"No. But it's made of cardboard."
"It's part of the design!"
"Alright... but you called it the Thermosphere 2000..."
"Shut up! That's a secret!" screamed Schizzy.
"... but it's already 2013." the stranger continued, unperturbed by Schizzy's outburst of indignation.
"So?"
"2000 was thirteen years ago."
Schizzy's jaw dropped. He stared up at his cardboard rollercoaster ride. The ride's name "THERMOSPHERE 2000", in towering 20-feet stencil cuts, stared back a him.
There was no way to remedy something like that. The ride took minutes... hours even... to complete. His life's work... all 1 hour of it... all for nothing. Something snapped.
"You could try rename it?"
But it was too late. Schizzy already had an aneurysm.
The stranger smiled.
"Waiting 'til he finished was so worth it." said the killer.
And they shall know it as the 'THERMOSPHERE 2000'," Schizzy rambled to himself.
"Really? It'll be outdated on launch," said a someone behind him.
Schizzy turned to see a carnival-goer. Probably got lost and unknowingly wondered under the giant tarp covering the mammoth construct. That, despite all signs telling uninvited visitors that the area is off limits and to push off.
"Whu... what?" stammered Schizzy, before recomposing himself. "What would you know about it?! Are you an engineer, roller-coaster designer AND visionary?"
"No. But it's made of cardboard."
"It's part of the design!"
"Alright... but you called it the Thermosphere 2000..."
"Shut up! That's a secret!" screamed Schizzy.
"... but it's already 2013." the stranger continued, unperturbed by Schizzy's outburst of indignation.
"So?"
"2000 was thirteen years ago."
Schizzy's jaw dropped. He stared up at his cardboard rollercoaster ride. The ride's name "THERMOSPHERE 2000", in towering 20-feet stencil cuts, stared back a him.
There was no way to remedy something like that. The ride took minutes... hours even... to complete. His life's work... all 1 hour of it... all for nothing. Something snapped.
"You could try rename it?"
But it was too late. Schizzy already had an aneurysm.
The stranger smiled.
"Waiting 'til he finished was so worth it." said the killer.
I wasn't the killer
"Oh noes schizzy! Why did we have to kill him!? Who will be my cardboard salesman partner now!?!?!?!?!?"
Oh and I am finally done with my final project, no more school for me now. I just need 180 hours in my internship and I can graduate! so nice to have free time now.
"Jings, will ye looki'that," said the groundskeeper as he approached the corpse with an empty body bag. "I don' hardly have to do any cleanin'!"