Serial Killer Round 75 CANCELLED Due To Harem Wedding!! (Chapter 5: The Epilogue)
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@EvilRoy: It's "pay" not "full"... (Stupid [sexy] auto-correct...)
@Fat_Hippo: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkyaBrNmGlg/U8l5C_U7cOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3mw5MxpHpPM/s320/Lisa+Ball.png
@gritch: <url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flbUFWLWphQ>I hear you loud and clear... Let's fire a missile in there and be done with this...
That was something my laptop suggested before it crashed...Fractral said:
@Fat_Hippo: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkyaBrNmGlg/U8l5C_U7cOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3mw5MxpHpPM/s320/Lisa+Ball.png
@gritch: <url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flbUFWLWphQ>I hear you loud and clear... Let's fire a missile in there and be done with this...
A wedding, A wedding I couldn't believe I had finally been invited to attend one of these majestic earth customs. Immediately I began to do additional research into the etiquette and expectations of the various roles involved in the ceremony. Quickly there after I realized that this particular event was so loosely following the rules, that normal research wouldn't suffice.
I began speaking in secret with the organizer, attempting to learn more of my fellow guests, and their personalities. In addition to learning what role I was to take in the whole event. Was I a groom, a bride? I wasn't entirely sure.
Sadly, there were bigger concerns afoot as the days progressed fellow guests began to die for various reasons, some food related, others just outright murdered. This was supposed to be a happy time, someone was obviously not happy. Not happy in the least and making that fact well known.
It was an early morning when I awoke to the sounds of dripping, I was surprised as sound doesn't normally penetrate well into the bio-chamber sleeping pod. It wasn't long until I realized why, as a jolt of pain rushed through what was left of my right arm. A hole had been drilled into the top of my chamber and some for of liquid was dripping down through it, some corrosive liquid. My arm already partially raw from the liquid eating away at my rubbery white flesh. I attempted to open the pod hatch to escape only to realize someone had locked the controls from the outside, I was trap.
The pain in my arm was horrifying as I screamed as loud as my little lungs would let me, I knew it was in vain as the pod was soundproof both inside and out, but I had to try, I had to try something. After hours the pain in my arm subsided in a fuzzy haze I looked over to realize it had subsided because my arm had fallen off and was now making a sizzling sound as it melted in the liquid below, the liquid that was quickly approaching the level of my feet and tail which I had already tucked up as high as possible.
Defeated, I closed my big black eyes and awaited the new rush of pain, this was not the way I hand intended my life to end, not in the least, I was meant to pass in a happy joyous way with lovers surrounding me.
I was the Spy fighting on the [<color=heaven>Good Side]
Unbeknownst to Dema the label on the corrosive container dripping into his pod read "Extra Strength Spermicide"
I began speaking in secret with the organizer, attempting to learn more of my fellow guests, and their personalities. In addition to learning what role I was to take in the whole event. Was I a groom, a bride? I wasn't entirely sure.
Sadly, there were bigger concerns afoot as the days progressed fellow guests began to die for various reasons, some food related, others just outright murdered. This was supposed to be a happy time, someone was obviously not happy. Not happy in the least and making that fact well known.
It was an early morning when I awoke to the sounds of dripping, I was surprised as sound doesn't normally penetrate well into the bio-chamber sleeping pod. It wasn't long until I realized why, as a jolt of pain rushed through what was left of my right arm. A hole had been drilled into the top of my chamber and some for of liquid was dripping down through it, some corrosive liquid. My arm already partially raw from the liquid eating away at my rubbery white flesh. I attempted to open the pod hatch to escape only to realize someone had locked the controls from the outside, I was trap.
The pain in my arm was horrifying as I screamed as loud as my little lungs would let me, I knew it was in vain as the pod was soundproof both inside and out, but I had to try, I had to try something. After hours the pain in my arm subsided in a fuzzy haze I looked over to realize it had subsided because my arm had fallen off and was now making a sizzling sound as it melted in the liquid below, the liquid that was quickly approaching the level of my feet and tail which I had already tucked up as high as possible.
Defeated, I closed my big black eyes and awaited the new rush of pain, this was not the way I hand intended my life to end, not in the least, I was meant to pass in a happy joyous way with lovers surrounding me.
I was the Spy fighting on the [<color=heaven>Good Side]
Unbeknownst to Dema the label on the corrosive container dripping into his pod read "Extra Strength Spermicide"
No! Demagogue! Why do the good Aliens die so young?!
Guys, we have to pick the murderer this round. It might be too late if we don't stop him/her this round.
Guys, we have to pick the murderer this round. It might be too late if we don't stop him/her this round.
All is well! I am the Arbiter and I'm choosing to kill Demonjazz.Mr.Mattress said:
If by some anti-miracle it's not him then just... wait then it would be you.
I can assure you right now I am not the murderer. Why would FPLOON pick a complete noob to be the murderer? I'd be such a terrible murderer too.Secondhand Revenant said:
But if you have your doubts, you guys can all choose to kill me.
Well the murderer is random XDMr.Mattress said:
But pretty sure it's demonjazz. The last spy update I heard of narrowed it down to you, spider, and demon. Spider's dead so...
Looks to me it's either you or me that's going down this round. Currently, I think you're the murderer, but it looks like I'm the next on the chopping block... ):Demonjazz said:
@The Roy of Exceptional Evil:
Probably not as funny as if the Arbiter targeted themselves, then everyone voted for the arbiter, saving the Arbiter from himself, but he'd also not be able to be executed because he'd already targeted himself as the Arbiter killing power takes precedence over the execution.
Leading to a singularity of Arbitration that would suck us all into itself and *ALL* of us be spaghettificated.
We should totally do that.
Huh? That's not how the game's supposed to work? Bah, this is *THE* FPLOON round. That can totally happen.
Probably not as funny as if the Arbiter targeted themselves, then everyone voted for the arbiter, saving the Arbiter from himself, but he'd also not be able to be executed because he'd already targeted himself as the Arbiter killing power takes precedence over the execution.
Leading to a singularity of Arbitration that would suck us all into itself and *ALL* of us be spaghettificated.
We should totally do that.
Huh? That's not how the game's supposed to work? Bah, this is *THE* FPLOON round. That can totally happen.
A wedding. A simple wedding, that's all it was supposed to be. A polygamous wedding, but a simple one regardless. Even though I wouldn't normally want to be in a polygamous relationship, I agreed to it for them, the person I was to wed. Then the murders started happening. One by one, people were falling to the murderers hand. We tried to fight back, but we always killed the wrong person, and it made me feel sad that we did.
The problem was, the people who died, either by the murderers hand or by our own trickery, didn't stay dead. They came back as ghosts. Although I tried to get the priest to appease the ghosts, he was murdered well before he could do anything. The ghosts would recommend things to the living, and apparently they had no idea who killed them either. I, however, was terrified of these Ghosts, and the otherworldly powers they could possess. What was to stop these Ghosts from killing us all?
Soon, after the murderer struck again, my fears became true. The ghosts had brought multiple people in and started wailing and moaning, saying they were going to kill me. In my panic, I fled away from the ghosts to a cliff, hoping they wouldn't chase me. Of course, they did. Fearing for my own life, I decided to end it myself, and leapt off the cliff into the rocky shore below, instantly dying.
As I too became a ghost, I floated up back to the cliff. What I saw were not ghosts, but people in sheets who had driven me to suicide!
I was an INDEPENDENT who voted on the <color=heaven>Good Side, except in the last round where I was targeted by the Good Side.
I told you guys I wasn't the murderer.
The problem was, the people who died, either by the murderers hand or by our own trickery, didn't stay dead. They came back as ghosts. Although I tried to get the priest to appease the ghosts, he was murdered well before he could do anything. The ghosts would recommend things to the living, and apparently they had no idea who killed them either. I, however, was terrified of these Ghosts, and the otherworldly powers they could possess. What was to stop these Ghosts from killing us all?
Soon, after the murderer struck again, my fears became true. The ghosts had brought multiple people in and started wailing and moaning, saying they were going to kill me. In my panic, I fled away from the ghosts to a cliff, hoping they wouldn't chase me. Of course, they did. Fearing for my own life, I decided to end it myself, and leapt off the cliff into the rocky shore below, instantly dying.
As I too became a ghost, I floated up back to the cliff. What I saw were not ghosts, but people in sheets who had driven me to suicide!
I was an INDEPENDENT who voted on the <color=heaven>Good Side, except in the last round where I was targeted by the Good Side.
I told you guys I wasn't the murderer.
