Serial Killer Round 62: Lost in Space - Killer Has Been Executed
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@Caramel Frappe: Don't look at me! I was trying to figure out what the word "cryostatis" meant in relation to this door over there...
*points to random door with the word "Cryostatis" labeled on the front*
Plus, the dude made me appreciate Leo for the acting chops that always gets ignored at the FUCKING OSCARS!
*punches the door with the word "Cryostatis" labeled on the front*
*almost breaks good hand* GLOBDAMMIT!!
*points to random door with the word "Cryostatis" labeled on the front*
Plus, the dude made me appreciate Leo for the acting chops that always gets ignored at the FUCKING OSCARS!
*punches the door with the word "Cryostatis" labeled on the front*
*almost breaks good hand* GLOBDAMMIT!!
I think that in order to avoid a similar disaster to what just happened, everyone should vote for me next cycle.
I wasn't really looking forward to this trip to Mars, but it turns out it's even worse than I imagined it to be. First a power outage, then a murder, and then the guy we decided to execute goes and blows up the oxygen machine! At least someone gave me a Mars bar at some point.
I can't sleep tonight, so I decide to take a walk around the station, maybe admire the view from some of the windows. I've been walking around a lot since we got here, or sometimes relaxing in the lounge with some of the other guests. After a while I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I don't really want to be alone with a strange person in the middle of the night, so I start walking a bit faster, hoping I'll lose them. I turn a corner, and before me is a dead end. Just my luck.
I turn around, and wait for whoever it is to come closer. Something looks off about their silhouette though, and as they come close enough for me to see them I realize that they are carrying the severed arm of a robot.
"Hi," I say, trying to sound casual. "What's with the arm?"
"Hello. I was hoping I'd run into you," they reply, not answering my question.
"Oh really? How come?" Maybe they're just trying to hit on me or something.
They're smiling now. "I know why you're here."
I freeze for a moment, but quickly regain my composure. "What do you mean? I'm here on holiday, like everyone else."
"Don't take me for a fool. We both know that's not true." They're right of course.
For the first time in 4 years I had the chance to take a real holiday, to actually go away somewhere. So I decided to go to Spain. I was going to spend every single day relaxing on a beach or in a swimming pool, forgetting all about the stress and problems of everyday life. It was going to be wonderful.
But the day before I was leaving my boss contacted me. Said he'd changed my ticket. Said I was going to Mars. I was furious! Mars has no beaches! I was told that I didn't have a choice in the matter, the decision was final. He had received information that something was going to happen on the space station orbiting the planet, and I was the only agent available to investigate. And so I ended up here, in the middle of all this madness.
"Give me the files, spy. I know you're carrying them around with you." They look angry now. I start to back up against the wall. My mind is racing, trying desperately to find a way out of the situation. Why, oh why, did I have to leave my gun back in my room?
"Wh-what files? Those are just my dental records! Never know when you're going to need those, right?" I say, giggling nervously. They look at me like I'm stupid. This isn't going very well.
"I don't have time for this! It doesn't really matter though, I'm going to kill you either way!" they shout at me, and suddenly they leap towards me, swinging the robot arm above their head. I scream and put my arms up to defend myself. They manage to swing around my defence, hitting the side of my head, and everything goes dark. I never even got to visit Spain.
I can't sleep tonight, so I decide to take a walk around the station, maybe admire the view from some of the windows. I've been walking around a lot since we got here, or sometimes relaxing in the lounge with some of the other guests. After a while I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I don't really want to be alone with a strange person in the middle of the night, so I start walking a bit faster, hoping I'll lose them. I turn a corner, and before me is a dead end. Just my luck.
I turn around, and wait for whoever it is to come closer. Something looks off about their silhouette though, and as they come close enough for me to see them I realize that they are carrying the severed arm of a robot.
"Hi," I say, trying to sound casual. "What's with the arm?"
"Hello. I was hoping I'd run into you," they reply, not answering my question.
"Oh really? How come?" Maybe they're just trying to hit on me or something.
They're smiling now. "I know why you're here."
I freeze for a moment, but quickly regain my composure. "What do you mean? I'm here on holiday, like everyone else."
"Don't take me for a fool. We both know that's not true." They're right of course.
For the first time in 4 years I had the chance to take a real holiday, to actually go away somewhere. So I decided to go to Spain. I was going to spend every single day relaxing on a beach or in a swimming pool, forgetting all about the stress and problems of everyday life. It was going to be wonderful.
But the day before I was leaving my boss contacted me. Said he'd changed my ticket. Said I was going to Mars. I was furious! Mars has no beaches! I was told that I didn't have a choice in the matter, the decision was final. He had received information that something was going to happen on the space station orbiting the planet, and I was the only agent available to investigate. And so I ended up here, in the middle of all this madness.
"Give me the files, spy. I know you're carrying them around with you." They look angry now. I start to back up against the wall. My mind is racing, trying desperately to find a way out of the situation. Why, oh why, did I have to leave my gun back in my room?
"Wh-what files? Those are just my dental records! Never know when you're going to need those, right?" I say, giggling nervously. They look at me like I'm stupid. This isn't going very well.
"I don't have time for this! It doesn't really matter though, I'm going to kill you either way!" they shout at me, and suddenly they leap towards me, swinging the robot arm above their head. I scream and put my arms up to defend myself. They manage to swing around my defence, hitting the side of my head, and everything goes dark. I never even got to visit Spain.
"It...it won't fit over my helmet." :,cQuietCupOfTea said:You can borrow it while I'm dead if you want.
"Quit bein' a *****, Parker."
"Oh screw you, Eos, all you do is sit on your ass and send other people to do your work for you. When did you last use your damn legs, you cripple? 'Mimimimimi! Parker, send the transmission, mimimi. Parker, defuse that bomb, mimimimimi-' Eff you, hag!"
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Oh, dear! Another murder? How dreadful!
@QuietCupOfTea: Well, at least we can spend some time together in purgatory. Would you like to see a picture of my family?
@QuietCupOfTea: Well, at least we can spend some time together in purgatory. Would you like to see a picture of my family?