Serial Killer Round 64: The Marxist Menace | Cycle 5: Troubleshooter Victory!
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@Frappe [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Caramel+Frappe]Is...is this from a hentai?
Why do I see so many pictures of monster girl hentai? Is it really that popular?
@FPLOON [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/FPLOON] Well. I hope that then they come for me, I'll be gone.
I mean, they could have the wrath of a 1000 suns. If they beat me, I'll just have to bleed it out.
I don't want to, though, so I'll be breaking a habit, I guess.
(I CAN DO THIS FOREVER!)
Why do I see so many pictures of monster girl hentai? Is it really that popular?
@FPLOON [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/FPLOON] Well. I hope that then they come for me, I'll be gone.
I mean, they could have the wrath of a 1000 suns. If they beat me, I'll just have to bleed it out.
I don't want to, though, so I'll be breaking a habit, I guess.
(I CAN DO THIS FOREVER!)
"Here you go." The rations supervisor said jovially as he handed me a flask of hot tea. I couldn't afford my allergy meds, but this was probably the next best thing. The RS was nice enough to give me a discount! What a guy!
I headed down the corridor and started to scratch my face for the millionth time today. I swore it was swollen, but everyone said I looked fine! But what did they know, I think I'd know my own face. I was about to take a sip of the tea when I realised- you know what this'd go great with? The "Enlightening Machine"! It was this lovely projector, except instead of projecting onto a wall like most projectors, it projected directly into your eyeballs! It was a great way to spend hours taking in all of this fascinating information about who to hate and who to pledge your undying loyalty to! And you knew they were sure of it because they never felt the need to tell you why, that's a sign of weakness my father always said.
I made my way down to the room labelled "Maintenance", made sure nobody was watching and crept inside. If somebody saw I was sneaking off on my own like this they might think I'm the Communist! But I told them time and time again I have good reason to keep away, for I am allergic not only to our Communist but also to your suspicious gazes! Anyway, I switch the light on, which flickered twice before illuminating the whole room, which was empty, except for a rack of sedatives, a small wooden chair with leather hand and foot straps on the arms and legs too restrain disobedient students (the type who scratch up the arms of the chair) and of course, the Enlightening Machine sitting on a tripod. Just like any other projector but with two smaller nozzles at the front from which the light came out and winch for changing the machines elevation.
I rewound the tape, turned off the lights, sat down and took a big drink of my tea. It was at the perfect temperature. The machine started to whirr and tick. The light shot into my eyes. I started to feel groggy as my mind was filled with images of our great country and of the animals who seeked to take it from us. I wanted to take another big swig of the tea, but my arms were too weak to move. It took all of my energy just to keep enlightening myself. Things started to slow down. Eventually, my vision was too blurry to be able to make out anything besides the white beams of light just a few feet in front of me. I heard the flask of tea fall out of my lap and hit the ground. It sounded so far away. This was just like last time I was here, except last time I remember taking sedatives...strange.
I couldn't see the white light anymore. The only sound I could hear was my own heart pounding weakly inside my chest. What a waste of good tea.
I headed down the corridor and started to scratch my face for the millionth time today. I swore it was swollen, but everyone said I looked fine! But what did they know, I think I'd know my own face. I was about to take a sip of the tea when I realised- you know what this'd go great with? The "Enlightening Machine"! It was this lovely projector, except instead of projecting onto a wall like most projectors, it projected directly into your eyeballs! It was a great way to spend hours taking in all of this fascinating information about who to hate and who to pledge your undying loyalty to! And you knew they were sure of it because they never felt the need to tell you why, that's a sign of weakness my father always said.
I made my way down to the room labelled "Maintenance", made sure nobody was watching and crept inside. If somebody saw I was sneaking off on my own like this they might think I'm the Communist! But I told them time and time again I have good reason to keep away, for I am allergic not only to our Communist but also to your suspicious gazes! Anyway, I switch the light on, which flickered twice before illuminating the whole room, which was empty, except for a rack of sedatives, a small wooden chair with leather hand and foot straps on the arms and legs too restrain disobedient students (the type who scratch up the arms of the chair) and of course, the Enlightening Machine sitting on a tripod. Just like any other projector but with two smaller nozzles at the front from which the light came out and winch for changing the machines elevation.
I rewound the tape, turned off the lights, sat down and took a big drink of my tea. It was at the perfect temperature. The machine started to whirr and tick. The light shot into my eyes. I started to feel groggy as my mind was filled with images of our great country and of the animals who seeked to take it from us. I wanted to take another big swig of the tea, but my arms were too weak to move. It took all of my energy just to keep enlightening myself. Things started to slow down. Eventually, my vision was too blurry to be able to make out anything besides the white beams of light just a few feet in front of me. I heard the flask of tea fall out of my lap and hit the ground. It sounded so far away. This was just like last time I was here, except last time I remember taking sedatives...strange.
I couldn't see the white light anymore. The only sound I could hear was my own heart pounding weakly inside my chest. What a waste of good tea.
Sorry about the w8 m8s.
You see, this is why I drink coffee, stuff is impossible to poison.
I kept saying "You tea drinkers are putting yourselves in danger, switch to coffee!
I know friend computer allows us to choose between coffee or tea, but any real member of the anti-communist brigade knows that tea is a gateway drink to communism anyways. You might not have been the killer, but it was only a matter of time before you turned on the rest of us.
I kept saying "You tea drinkers are putting yourselves in danger, switch to coffee!
I know friend computer allows us to choose between coffee or tea, but any real member of the anti-communist brigade knows that tea is a gateway drink to communism anyways. You might not have been the killer, but it was only a matter of time before you turned on the rest of us.
@Twintix: Unless you're guilty by association... Then, they would wanna see some fists pumping... Sure, Paranoia is all I got left and my spirit is breaking, but I will not apologize for laying down the Communist's life... Because this is my December! What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I cease to be the animal I used to be once the Communist puts their name to shame!!
Now, they're just waiting for the end to come... Yet we'll be there to give them a little taste of their hipocrisy!
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Now, they're just waiting for the end to come... Yet we'll be there to give them a little taste of their hipocrisy!
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@FPLOON: [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/FPLOON] Yeah...if I could change, I would. I can't run the race, the pace is too fast. They point that finger at me again, so they'll just have to string me up to the top of these roofs. But I'll just have keep my hands held high and face myself. Ignore what is crawling in my skin and find a cure for the itch. I'm not a robot boy, after all. The sound of your voice could help distract me, though, since I see you and every thought I had. I don't really want to be by myself. So as long as you're not pushing me away and don't turn around and start asking me about things that you want back from me, we should be just fine.
(NO, THE GIF ISN'T RELEVANT, BUT IT'S FUNNY!)
@rabbit: [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Rabbitboy] Well, he can't have been fine if he's dead now, sooo...
(NO, THE GIF ISN'T RELEVANT, BUT IT'S FUNNY!)
@rabbit: [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Rabbitboy] Well, he can't have been fine if he's dead now, sooo...
If you do not remember me as a lovable klutz with an outdated taste in videogames ye shall be forced to remember me as the spooooooooooooooookiest of ghoooooooooosts! WoOOOoOOOOoooOOOOoooOOO!
@Twintix: Well, no one can point the finger at me again because I've become so numb with the hands of uncertainty... The blood of innocence needs a little room to breathe because things aren't the way they were before... The Killer's pulling their weapon to their side and the sins of their hand walk on eggshells all day long... The MCs become silhouettes of chalk as the blood, sweat, and tears from the mouths of decadence becomes chilling rain landing in the Devil's drop... I see, even when I close my eyes, the summer of the rain for the great Mr. Hahn as he says "Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for" like a voice in the back of my head...
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Well, crap. We need to kill Headsprouter again, it didn't seem to take. 
Nothing worse than a commie-mutant-traitor-ghost.
Nothing worse than a commie-mutant-traitor-ghost.
@Caramel Frappe: Linki Park has infiltrated the computer... I think...
@Strazdas: Considering you can basically take any of Linkin Park's lyrics out of context to form a cohesive metaphorical monologue, I'm not sure how non-communist you could get with that kind of revelation...@altnameJag: You mean the same way people wanted to re-kill Frappe? Just like with music, you can't touch it, but it can touch you...@Demagogue: I think we killed a man who was already dead on the inside... hence why his catchphrase was: "Abandon Thread"...
@Strazdas: Considering you can basically take any of Linkin Park's lyrics out of context to form a cohesive metaphorical monologue, I'm not sure how non-communist you could get with that kind of revelation...@altnameJag: You mean the same way people wanted to re-kill Frappe? Just like with music, you can't touch it, but it can touch you...@Demagogue: I think we killed a man who was already dead on the inside... hence why his catchphrase was: "Abandon Thread"...
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