Serial Killer Round 66: Cadaver Cavern- Cycle 2- Killer Executed!
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Hmm....I seem to still be alive too....what the hell?
I'm trying to be the SK version of Klinger here! Do you seriously need me to start dressing up in women's clothing? I will, damnit! It's hot here and I've got a nice sundress and shoes just waiting to be broken in.
I'm trying to be the SK version of Klinger here! Do you seriously need me to start dressing up in women's clothing? I will, damnit! It's hot here and I've got a nice sundress and shoes just waiting to be broken in.
@Jester: Wait... you're alive too... of the loud mouths (that's us FYI) I'm not sure who else is left... maybe Fat_Hippo got it?
Of the list we got from Aerosteam there was only 6 'targets', mind you not all of us were real suspects. (Aero can reveal his list this coming round)
2. Fat_Hippo
7. DoPo
10. Demagogue - Alive
15. Scars Unseen
16. the silence
20. BeerTent - Alive
hopefully the others will confirm their living-ness soon.
Of the list we got from Aerosteam there was only 6 'targets', mind you not all of us were real suspects. (Aero can reveal his list this coming round)
2. Fat_Hippo
7. DoPo
10. Demagogue - Alive
15. Scars Unseen
16. the silence
20. BeerTent - Alive
hopefully the others will confirm their living-ness soon.
It had all started so wonderfully.
Trap them in here with me, and one by one, kill these stupid, rich, arrogant, foolish, pitiful tourists. That was all they deserved for daring to defile the realm of Dagon.
I quickly found an accomplice. One susceptible to the whispers from below, a weak individual, easily manipulated into doing my bidding. But he was discovered, and fell to their combined anger. Yet he left them riled, murdering each other, doing my work for me! Oh such beautiful slaughter: surely my place among the highest of the deep ones would be guaranteed by this service.
But I failed. Despite the rampant paranoia and suspicion between each other, they began to distrust me most of all. My gray skin, my watery eyes...the transformation had already started. I had hoped this dank cavern would conceal my peculiarities, but alas, it was clear that I was not truly one of them.
They came as I slept, tearing off my clothes, leaving me naked and shivering. And they saw. Aiming their flashlights at my upper legs and torso, the scales covering them made it clear to all. That I was something else. Something not completely of this world.
At first they were shocked. Then fearful. Then disgusted. And finally, filled with a deep rage. A rage that could only be stilled in one manner. Like a fish, they gutted me, and left me gaping on the floor. But as I bled out, I laughed. A sickly croak that filled their hearts with fear one last time.
I laughed, because their fates are already sealed. I may never attain the immortality I once sought, but the great old ones will have them all! All of them! Not just their bodies, but their minds as well. Sooner or later.
Trap them in here with me, and one by one, kill these stupid, rich, arrogant, foolish, pitiful tourists. That was all they deserved for daring to defile the realm of Dagon.
I quickly found an accomplice. One susceptible to the whispers from below, a weak individual, easily manipulated into doing my bidding. But he was discovered, and fell to their combined anger. Yet he left them riled, murdering each other, doing my work for me! Oh such beautiful slaughter: surely my place among the highest of the deep ones would be guaranteed by this service.
But I failed. Despite the rampant paranoia and suspicion between each other, they began to distrust me most of all. My gray skin, my watery eyes...the transformation had already started. I had hoped this dank cavern would conceal my peculiarities, but alas, it was clear that I was not truly one of them.
They came as I slept, tearing off my clothes, leaving me naked and shivering. And they saw. Aiming their flashlights at my upper legs and torso, the scales covering them made it clear to all. That I was something else. Something not completely of this world.
At first they were shocked. Then fearful. Then disgusted. And finally, filled with a deep rage. A rage that could only be stilled in one manner. Like a fish, they gutted me, and left me gaping on the floor. But as I bled out, I laughed. A sickly croak that filled their hearts with fear one last time.
I laughed, because their fates are already sealed. I may never attain the immortality I once sought, but the great old ones will have them all! All of them! Not just their bodies, but their minds as well. Sooner or later.
[HEADING=1]I WAS THE KILLER![/HEADING]
So, ya got me. To be honest, I wasn't super enthused when I was given the role of the killer in the first place. Subterfuge has never been my strength. I couldn't tell a straight-faced lie to save my life. Still, I tried my best, and gritch did as well, even though our plan backfired immediately.
Still, I'd be curious to know who actually suspected me, besides Demagogue. Well, Dying Jester did as well, but I guess he really IS a psychic. I know I'll be watching his votes in the coming games.
Anyway, congratulations. Short round, I hoped I'd get to kill more of you. And I mean that in the warmest possible manner. I had fun.
Still, I'd be curious to know who actually suspected me, besides Demagogue. Well, Dying Jester did as well, but I guess he really IS a psychic. I know I'll be watching his votes in the coming games.
Anyway, congratulations. Short round, I hoped I'd get to kill more of you. And I mean that in the warmest possible manner. I had fun.
I told ya'll it was Fat_Hippo. If Headsprouter wants to show how folks voted, ya'll see I was onto him from the start.Dying_Jester said:
Honestly, both this round and the last it was just a wild guess who it was. I am in no way psychic...I'm just someone lookin' to play a few tricks while stickin' to my guns.
Still, I'm just gettin' a kick out of this. Although, I hope I'm not picked as killer this round. It would make it too obvious if I picked someone at random, said who I was voting for, others executed that person and it turned out not to be them. Whether or not I was the killer, I'd likely be first up for execution next round.
[HEADING=1]
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That means the round's over.
Rip.
@Fat_Hippo: You were 2 votes above the next greatest suspect(s), so it's not like I could have swung things any other way. Sorry, man.
That said, I am a little glad this happened because it makes me look a little bit less of a shitty/unfortunate killer.
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Fat_Hippo was executed! He was the killer!That means the round's over.
Rip.
@Fat_Hippo: You were 2 votes above the next greatest suspect(s), so it's not like I could have swung things any other way. Sorry, man.
That said, I am a little glad this happened because it makes me look a little bit less of a shitty/unfortunate killer.
Oh good. Now that that useless business with the murders is finished, we can move on to the REAL crime here. Anybody with a chisel shall be swiftly reprimanded! And don't even think about going at that cave in with a pickaxe. Enough damage has been done there. We shall find an alternate exit. Or we won't, and we'll all starve to death in peace, knowing that this precious cave system is finally safe.
@Frac: Oh please. Round 61-63 had me one of the first to be executed and they had no correlation whereas last round I was murdered and in this one I had the Arbiter kill me on the Killer's behalf.
If anything, if I die by the hands of evil then they'll be defeated. Basically if I show myself as a threat to the Killer that's enough for me to end the round.
If anything, if I die by the hands of evil then they'll be defeated. Basically if I show myself as a threat to the Killer that's enough for me to end the round.
YAY! I was right!! See Caramel... you have to trust the Dema... 
I say you post it anyways... I was sad too, because I had my death post all written up. this was my un-used DP.Twintix said:
Well we all knew this was coming...
[HEADING=1]Demagogue is Dead, He was an innocent working for the forces of Good.[/HEADING]
Demagogue is awoken in the midst of the night by loud marching and shouting that seems to be getting closer to him. Opening his eyes he look over to see a mob of people heading toward him, Caramel Frappe in the lead lantern in one hand, and a large stick in the other. Quickly he gets to his feet as the mob approaches before sitting up proper on his hind legs proudly. His canine eyes glinting in the night as the torchlight reflects off them. Once the mob arrives he takes a large deep breath before lower his gaze slightly.
I know why you all have come... it is time to face the concequences of my actions, isn't it? I will come peacefully, I promise.
You better... Caramel threats, the obvious ring leader of this witch hunt. However, can you really blame Caramel, this was Demagogue himself but a few nights ago in defense of gritch. So sure in his conviction, so sure in his belief, and well everyone knows how that turned out now. That is what started this chain of events, Demagogue was wrong. Now he'll be dead wrong.
Raising himself onto all fours he turns his back to the mob but a moment to pickup a small pack after stepping one paw into the strapping. Casually he flicks his head throwing the back up onto his back in a manuver obviously well practices and mastered over the years. Looking back at the group he begins to walk towards them slowly, then lets himself be surround by them and they turn about and lead him deeping into the caverns.
I want you to know... I forgive you Caramel. You've got no reason to trust me, and I get that, but I am on your side. I know it is too late to convince you of that, but please don't let this mistake haunt you. We all must die... at least this will be at the hands of my friends, and not selfishly taken by some coward who stalks in the night. I wish you all luck in finding the true killer, and well... I hope you make it out of here in one piece. If nobody else does I hope at least you do.
Yeah... whatever, you traitor. You won't talk your way out of this one. Not this time.
As they pass through the main part of what has become camp Demagogue veers off slightly. bumping into some of the mob as he guides them over to a spot with several large boulders, some blood and oil seeping out from within them. The final resting place of Aerosteam and Armadox. What happened there... what sort of chaos was overcoming his once friends. Pausing a moment he shifts his weight from one side to the other causing the pack to roll off of him and onto the ground. Stepping out of it he picks it up with his mouth and leans it against the boulders. The top flops open slightly revealing it's content, pertaining a small collection of soup cans, tinfoil and other metallic shiny objects.
I'm sorry I doubted you friend... I'm sorry you paid the price for my defiance.
Continuing forward it is only a short stroll to the far side of the cavern. One of the main attractions of the site when it isn't being used as a death camp. A massive trench stretches out across the way being an easy twenty or thirty feet across and possibly several hundred feet deep, no one is entirely certain as the bottom cannot be seen. Turning back to the mob as he moves to the edge he takes one last long breath.
Good luck... All of you. With that he turns back to the trench and leaps in quickly dissapearing into the darkness below. After a few moment a low deep thud can be heard as it echos back up.
I know why you all have come... it is time to face the concequences of my actions, isn't it? I will come peacefully, I promise.
You better... Caramel threats, the obvious ring leader of this witch hunt. However, can you really blame Caramel, this was Demagogue himself but a few nights ago in defense of gritch. So sure in his conviction, so sure in his belief, and well everyone knows how that turned out now. That is what started this chain of events, Demagogue was wrong. Now he'll be dead wrong.
Raising himself onto all fours he turns his back to the mob but a moment to pickup a small pack after stepping one paw into the strapping. Casually he flicks his head throwing the back up onto his back in a manuver obviously well practices and mastered over the years. Looking back at the group he begins to walk towards them slowly, then lets himself be surround by them and they turn about and lead him deeping into the caverns.
I want you to know... I forgive you Caramel. You've got no reason to trust me, and I get that, but I am on your side. I know it is too late to convince you of that, but please don't let this mistake haunt you. We all must die... at least this will be at the hands of my friends, and not selfishly taken by some coward who stalks in the night. I wish you all luck in finding the true killer, and well... I hope you make it out of here in one piece. If nobody else does I hope at least you do.
Yeah... whatever, you traitor. You won't talk your way out of this one. Not this time.
As they pass through the main part of what has become camp Demagogue veers off slightly. bumping into some of the mob as he guides them over to a spot with several large boulders, some blood and oil seeping out from within them. The final resting place of Aerosteam and Armadox. What happened there... what sort of chaos was overcoming his once friends. Pausing a moment he shifts his weight from one side to the other causing the pack to roll off of him and onto the ground. Stepping out of it he picks it up with his mouth and leans it against the boulders. The top flops open slightly revealing it's content, pertaining a small collection of soup cans, tinfoil and other metallic shiny objects.
I'm sorry I doubted you friend... I'm sorry you paid the price for my defiance.
Continuing forward it is only a short stroll to the far side of the cavern. One of the main attractions of the site when it isn't being used as a death camp. A massive trench stretches out across the way being an easy twenty or thirty feet across and possibly several hundred feet deep, no one is entirely certain as the bottom cannot be seen. Turning back to the mob as he moves to the edge he takes one last long breath.
Good luck... All of you. With that he turns back to the trench and leaps in quickly dissapearing into the darkness below. After a few moment a low deep thud can be heard as it echos back up.
[HEADING=1]Demagogue is Dead, He was an innocent working for the forces of Good.[/HEADING]
OK, I've got strategy for next round is -Aerosteam said:
Step 1 everybody kill Aerosteam.
Step 2 ???
Step 3 we win
I think it's pretty solid. Like these rocks around us.
When If we manage to dig ourselves out, I'd like to request to join the next game.
@kingofkumquats: Fine then... We'll agree to disagree on the relations biz... However, the fact that you would squander the advancement of historical anthropology in terms of artistic expression if given the chance to travel back in time leads me to believe that you have no empathy for the imprinting of human history for future generations to find/discover so that they may learn about their respected ancestors as depicted by nature itself... And before you give me that damn ticket you clearly have written up before I even responded back, think really hard about the materials you're using because I'm pretty sure their backstory in terms of how they came to be revolves around the vandalization, destruction, and manipulation of nature itself to bend to the wills of humans no matter what... unless it all made out of kumquats, then in that case, what kind of king are you for basically treating your subjects worse than Olimar and Co. treat Pikmin out of context?
@Dying_Jester: Should I start calling you Leslie, then?
@Fat_Hippo: You gave away your position the moment your Lawyer was killed by the majority... As foretold through the SK Continuum...
@Twintix: And I was going to follow that up with a single round protection using my...
@Fat_Hippo: You gave away your position the moment your Lawyer was killed by the majority... As foretold through the SK Continuum...
@Twintix: And I was going to follow that up with a single round protection using my...
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