Serial Killer Round 75 CANCELLED Due To Harem Wedding!! (Chapter 5: The Epilogue)
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Huh, what are you guys talking about... The maid steals you idiots. The Butler is the one who murders. And butlers often wear bowties a lot like... The one worn who accused me! Coincidence, I think not. In fact, I am of the 100% certain that you are secretly actually independent which means that you are against all of us because you cannot trust a neutral because you never know what side they are on! And you know who else can not be trusted, dinosaurs! We all know dinosaurs are of a secret neutral alliance with all the other neutral people plotting our downfall! After all we all know that it's humanoids against other non-humanoids! The Lamia was good after all, and she was humanoid. But Wary, He can not be trusted, and he's a wolf! Hippo just licked the pizza! Also look at that Excalibur! That fucker is evil, and he is possibly non-humanoid, or maybe not just like the independents!Spider RedNight said:I think I got your reference but just in case I didn't, here's a completely unrelated picture of Excalibur.tf2godz said:
In other news, NEVER TRUST A PIZZA GUY. Sheesh, ain't none of you watched Perfect Blue?
Drunk posts are best posts.gritch said:
I do wonder though, can you still influence Jux's vote? After all, dead poets are best poets. Drunk dead poets are better.
I think he's getting a bit sick of the ever increasingly homo-erotic poetry I keep sending him. You might be able to get back he who voted you off through rhyming couplets.
I hope the harem chaplain/priest/whatever also acts as an exorcist. There are at least 3 ghosts haunting this place, and I won't be able to enjoy the wedding reception if people are haunting it.
No! Priest! You must not exorcise Frappe!
I regret my decision to have Frappe killed.
You must bring him back!
Back damn you!
Forget the whole: "The priest is supposed to bring back the spy" concept! It is a lie! A lie I say!
For the sake of what is good and right, you know what you must do!
I regret my decision to have Frappe killed.
You must bring him back!
Back damn you!
Forget the whole: "The priest is supposed to bring back the spy" concept! It is a lie! A lie I say!
For the sake of what is good and right, you know what you must do!
There was at least one good thing about getting married: I sure as hell wouldn't go hungry. I pondered this as I loaded my plate with various dishes. Pizza, pie, leg of Egyptian fisher, this buffet had it all! I didn't care about the scornful looks my future mates were giving me. I was getting married, ergo, I could finally let myself go. Wasn't that the whole point?
I had just polished off another portion (I stopped counting long ago) when I looked up and saw a crowd forming around me. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked. "Not to be rude, but you're all standing between me and my next meal. We can chat once we're joined in fat and holy matrimony."
"Oh, we think we should take this opportunity now." The mob leader replied. "After all, you don't have much time."
"Huh?" These guys were starting to tick me off.
"You see, that pizza you just ate: covered in peanut oil. "
"What the fuck? You know I'm allergic!" Now that I had been told, I could already feel my throat constricting.
"So sorry, but none of us felt like getting crushed in our sleep by your wide derriere. You've had your last slice of pie."
"Just watch me!" Using the full power of my weight, I barged a path through my erstwhile future partners to the only thing in this room that hadn't betrayed me: the pie tray. I had to eat quickly if I wanted another slice to pass down my pipes before my throat closed completely.
Task completed, I slid down to the floor. I would die fed, if not as full as I had liked. My vision blurring, I could hear the leader's last sardonic comment: "I guess in the end, you got...just desserts."
Ugghhh, I can't believe somebody that lame killed me.
I was an <color=blaf>Independent and I was executed.
I had just polished off another portion (I stopped counting long ago) when I looked up and saw a crowd forming around me. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked. "Not to be rude, but you're all standing between me and my next meal. We can chat once we're joined in fat and holy matrimony."
"Oh, we think we should take this opportunity now." The mob leader replied. "After all, you don't have much time."
"Huh?" These guys were starting to tick me off.
"You see, that pizza you just ate: covered in peanut oil. "
"What the fuck? You know I'm allergic!" Now that I had been told, I could already feel my throat constricting.
"So sorry, but none of us felt like getting crushed in our sleep by your wide derriere. You've had your last slice of pie."
"Just watch me!" Using the full power of my weight, I barged a path through my erstwhile future partners to the only thing in this room that hadn't betrayed me: the pie tray. I had to eat quickly if I wanted another slice to pass down my pipes before my throat closed completely.
Task completed, I slid down to the floor. I would die fed, if not as full as I had liked. My vision blurring, I could hear the leader's last sardonic comment: "I guess in the end, you got...just desserts."
Ugghhh, I can't believe somebody that lame killed me.
I was an <color=blaf>Independent and I was executed.