The Fatality Game!!!
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I spray you with female wolf hormones, and a gigantic pack of males chase after you.
Five miles later, you are worn down, and trip over a large stick.
As you fall, your arm and leg break, crippling you.
Two seconds later, the wolves catch up and rip you apart.
Five miles later, you are worn down, and trip over a large stick.
As you fall, your arm and leg break, crippling you.
Two seconds later, the wolves catch up and rip you apart.
I grab a cork and plug one the whale's blow holes. While the whale is swelling from this I attach an atom bomb to the whale. The two explosions go off at the same time creating a black hole through the whales blow hole. This sucks the world itself into a void of which there is no return.
By the way who revived this old thread?
By the way who revived this old thread?
I glanced at the man in the suit. Wearing his red poppy and with his neat, combed hair, he didn't really look like the type to do this. Yet still, he was contributing and had to be stopped, as a creatre so magnificent and awesome rose up from the chanting of those around it, himself included. Directly in front of me was ajb, followed next to him by the nuker. Regardless, they were insignificant for now. Firstly, I had to stop what they were doing.
A large star was drawn in the centre of the circle, and the beast started to rise from it. I ran at the circle, gun in hand, hoping for success in stopping this madness. Unfortunately, God wasn't happy with the recent sacrifices I gave him, so it was too late.
They had succeeded in their chanting, and stress had been put on the servers, but it was a victory nonetheless, as the thread was resurrected from the earth and soil it was laid to die on.
The thread was a mass of horror, violence and gore. It consisted of a chest of diameter immeasurable by any ruler or equation and unclassifiable by definitions of measurement, arms longer than the word pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, legs of an almighty strength and a head of strong and indestructible steel. It was made up with a plating of steel with millions upon millions of words embedded into it, and a heart and brain made up of the small section of The Escapist servers dedicated to the thread. Words have power [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.111856#1972468], as users in the past had put it, and this thread has had its share of powerful words before. It thrived in the underground of the Forum Game regulers, growing in its strength so it could fully foster itself. However, this never succeeded. As people left temporarily or permeanently, it died from a lack of stories, regardless of quality, Abandoned by the residents of this forum numerous months ago, we suspected it to be dead from loss of believers and posters. However, ajb decided it was time for the insanity of the thread to return, and the chaos was unleashed.
I swung at me with its right fist, made up of words such as 'crippling' and 'devastating'. I managed to squeeze by, reflexing with an array of bullets to its hind leg. However, this was to no use; my originally pacifistic nature and inexperience with guns, and this thread's almghty strength hindered the use of my shots, almost as if I might have well tried scratching the one spot where it said it was feeling an itch. Regardless, I fought on, defending dominating and all-mighty words like 'dominating' and 'all-mighty', praying for something to happen. It eventually kissed me with its fist, as Florence Welch [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FR-Q52njXiI] would've put it, as my back hit the brick wall from the onslaught.
I heard a chuckle coming from someone. As the chuckling grew louder, my vision became less blurred and I saw the man I noticed at the start, wearing his suit and red poppy. He pulled up and removed my mask, throwing the top hat with its white poppy and sunglasses with it, and revealing the long-haired teenager that was myself for the whole of the internet to see. He had a smug grin on his face, and it looked like he was going to inform me of the flaws in what I was doing.
"Don't you see where you are going wrong?" he said, his neatly combed hair and suit being an annoying contrast to the brown over-coat and curtain of long hair that hid my face. The teacher continued, "Haven't you noticed that with every word you write describing this fictional battle, the thread gets stronger? This is an important observation, and is no mere coincidence, but a proportional correlation, I think you will find. I do believe it was NewClassic who said that 'words have power'; infact, you quoted him saying that in this post, see?"
I glared up at him. I was becoming sick of this: the pain in my chest, the patronising atmosphere of the informant, and the realisation of what was happening. Because of my choice in language, I will be making the thread stronger than otherwise.
Fuck, I have an A in English Language.
I attempted to stand, but to no use. The smartly dressed man still looked at me in despair.
"Just give up already, you're proving to be an embarassment and hypocrite to yourself, and an inconveniance for all of us. Nothing you do can stop this thread, it will return and bring with it the madness we all love. After all, we all love madness, don't we?"
He turned to the circle, who decided to pointlessly answer the rhetorical question. "
" The man known as Lost In The Void then turned back to me.
"Even you like madness, don't [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.115879?page=3#2221409] you [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.115879?page=3#2221645], Zombie [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.115879?page=4#2354727]." I move quite insubtly, trying to writhe myself up. Lost In The Void decides to lower himself to my level and pulled the hair back to reveal the blue irises of my eyes. "Don't you see, Zombie_Fish? This thread isn't meant for evil doings. This thread is meant for the overall goodness and entertainment of the community at large, it's just that we can only reach this stance through evil means."
I try to mumble a few words out against the stream of pain.
[sub]"No... there are alternatives. Good causes can only be achieved through good means, as doing it through evil means makes it a wrong cause. Doing evil, regardless of scale or intention, is a wrong thing to do."[/sub]
He glanced at me, before responding. "Tell me, Zombie. How significant would good be if there wasn't evil to compare it with? All good must come with all evil in order to be able to tell which is beter to do morally."
He paused, watching my minor facial twitches. "Do you now realise why we need to keep this thread going?"
I decided to answer his question with an objectival evidence, which he could take to represent my argument one way logically, as I spat in his face.
The movement of the eyebrows, lips and cheeks showed he was not impressed by thism as he wiped the saliva from his chin. "So be it." He said, as he swung his fists at me. I rolled to the left, dodging the blow before swinging my ankle round to catch his feet, making him fall on his side. The circle of spectators around the pentagram watched on cautionarily, worried about my next course of action.
I stood up and dusted the newly collected dirt off of my jacket, before walking up to Lost In The Void. I ripped his velvet, grey jacket off him to find a loaded pistol in his breast pocket. I took it out of and felt it in my hands, the weight of the metal feeling heavy but suitable in the current situation. I lifted it to the Lost In The Void's face as he lifted himself up to see a barrel inbetween his eyes. He went cross-eyed in surveillance of the object, before accuming a shocked and terrified out of his mind look, as if he didn't want the worst to happen and was wishing for Lady Luck to come down and save him.
As it turned out, Lady Luck didn't think grey was his colour. As a torrent and repetition of the word "NO!" erupted from his voice box, a bullet went strait into him, bits of skull and brain flying everywhere within range, as if Samuel L. Jackson would've been a bit annoyed at my actions [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTN7Mhv59KA]. I looked at the beast, yet it didn't seem to grow weaker. It seemed to have actually gotten even larger than last time I saw it. My facial expression turned from one of success to one of dismay.
"What? How is this possible? I killed a follower, that should've contributed for something."
Neonbob and ajb924 laughed heartily at this statement, before Neon chose to explain. "Hasn't it already been said twice in this post that words have power?" I decided to check.
"Whilst Lost In The Void had contributed to this necro, you have contributed a lot more significantly in your description of the event, Zombie. In trying to defeat the thread by eliminating its sources of power, you have become a much more efficient power source in turn." He laughed a long and sinister laugh, which turned even more sinister and a little bit confusing when the rest of the crowd began to chant laughter. "
"
It was then that I realised what I had done. I had become the enemy I was trying to stop. I had become everything I wanted to eliminate and more.
I dropped the pistol and fell to the floor, trapped in a circle of hypocrisy and logical fallacy. I had become one of them, and there was no use of trying to avoid it now. So I hit the post button. I hit it with pride for my writing, but despair for my failure and my sad lack of any other possible option. The thread grew stronger in from the words, and I grew weaker in my defeat. All I had succeeded in was one kill that proved pointless to me and a waste of time, like typing out a massive post for some basic forum game which people probably won't read instead of doing something significant such as that piece of AS Critical Thinking homework that's due in tomorrow.
A large star was drawn in the centre of the circle, and the beast started to rise from it. I ran at the circle, gun in hand, hoping for success in stopping this madness. Unfortunately, God wasn't happy with the recent sacrifices I gave him, so it was too late.
They had succeeded in their chanting, and stress had been put on the servers, but it was a victory nonetheless, as the thread was resurrected from the earth and soil it was laid to die on.
The thread was a mass of horror, violence and gore. It consisted of a chest of diameter immeasurable by any ruler or equation and unclassifiable by definitions of measurement, arms longer than the word pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, legs of an almighty strength and a head of strong and indestructible steel. It was made up with a plating of steel with millions upon millions of words embedded into it, and a heart and brain made up of the small section of The Escapist servers dedicated to the thread. Words have power [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.111856#1972468], as users in the past had put it, and this thread has had its share of powerful words before. It thrived in the underground of the Forum Game regulers, growing in its strength so it could fully foster itself. However, this never succeeded. As people left temporarily or permeanently, it died from a lack of stories, regardless of quality, Abandoned by the residents of this forum numerous months ago, we suspected it to be dead from loss of believers and posters. However, ajb decided it was time for the insanity of the thread to return, and the chaos was unleashed.
I swung at me with its right fist, made up of words such as 'crippling' and 'devastating'. I managed to squeeze by, reflexing with an array of bullets to its hind leg. However, this was to no use; my originally pacifistic nature and inexperience with guns, and this thread's almghty strength hindered the use of my shots, almost as if I might have well tried scratching the one spot where it said it was feeling an itch. Regardless, I fought on, defending dominating and all-mighty words like 'dominating' and 'all-mighty', praying for something to happen. It eventually kissed me with its fist, as Florence Welch [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FR-Q52njXiI] would've put it, as my back hit the brick wall from the onslaught.
I heard a chuckle coming from someone. As the chuckling grew louder, my vision became less blurred and I saw the man I noticed at the start, wearing his suit and red poppy. He pulled up and removed my mask, throwing the top hat with its white poppy and sunglasses with it, and revealing the long-haired teenager that was myself for the whole of the internet to see. He had a smug grin on his face, and it looked like he was going to inform me of the flaws in what I was doing.
"Don't you see where you are going wrong?" he said, his neatly combed hair and suit being an annoying contrast to the brown over-coat and curtain of long hair that hid my face. The teacher continued, "Haven't you noticed that with every word you write describing this fictional battle, the thread gets stronger? This is an important observation, and is no mere coincidence, but a proportional correlation, I think you will find. I do believe it was NewClassic who said that 'words have power'; infact, you quoted him saying that in this post, see?"
"This is true when it comes to forums and discussions in general. But it is especially true when it comes to stories. Every word you write here makes the thread stronger, and of course, the better quality the language, the more powerful the words, and the stronger the thread."Zombie_Fish said:
I glared up at him. I was becoming sick of this: the pain in my chest, the patronising atmosphere of the informant, and the realisation of what was happening. Because of my choice in language, I will be making the thread stronger than otherwise.
Fuck, I have an A in English Language.
I attempted to stand, but to no use. The smartly dressed man still looked at me in despair.
"Just give up already, you're proving to be an embarassment and hypocrite to yourself, and an inconveniance for all of us. Nothing you do can stop this thread, it will return and bring with it the madness we all love. After all, we all love madness, don't we?"
He turned to the circle, who decided to pointlessly answer the rhetorical question. "
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Yes we do, Lost In The Void."Even you like madness, don't [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.115879?page=3#2221409] you [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.115879?page=3#2221645], Zombie [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.115879?page=4#2354727]." I move quite insubtly, trying to writhe myself up. Lost In The Void decides to lower himself to my level and pulled the hair back to reveal the blue irises of my eyes. "Don't you see, Zombie_Fish? This thread isn't meant for evil doings. This thread is meant for the overall goodness and entertainment of the community at large, it's just that we can only reach this stance through evil means."
I try to mumble a few words out against the stream of pain.
[sub]"No... there are alternatives. Good causes can only be achieved through good means, as doing it through evil means makes it a wrong cause. Doing evil, regardless of scale or intention, is a wrong thing to do."[/sub]
He glanced at me, before responding. "Tell me, Zombie. How significant would good be if there wasn't evil to compare it with? All good must come with all evil in order to be able to tell which is beter to do morally."
He paused, watching my minor facial twitches. "Do you now realise why we need to keep this thread going?"
I decided to answer his question with an objectival evidence, which he could take to represent my argument one way logically, as I spat in his face.
The movement of the eyebrows, lips and cheeks showed he was not impressed by thism as he wiped the saliva from his chin. "So be it." He said, as he swung his fists at me. I rolled to the left, dodging the blow before swinging my ankle round to catch his feet, making him fall on his side. The circle of spectators around the pentagram watched on cautionarily, worried about my next course of action.
I stood up and dusted the newly collected dirt off of my jacket, before walking up to Lost In The Void. I ripped his velvet, grey jacket off him to find a loaded pistol in his breast pocket. I took it out of and felt it in my hands, the weight of the metal feeling heavy but suitable in the current situation. I lifted it to the Lost In The Void's face as he lifted himself up to see a barrel inbetween his eyes. He went cross-eyed in surveillance of the object, before accuming a shocked and terrified out of his mind look, as if he didn't want the worst to happen and was wishing for Lady Luck to come down and save him.
As it turned out, Lady Luck didn't think grey was his colour. As a torrent and repetition of the word "NO!" erupted from his voice box, a bullet went strait into him, bits of skull and brain flying everywhere within range, as if Samuel L. Jackson would've been a bit annoyed at my actions [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTN7Mhv59KA]. I looked at the beast, yet it didn't seem to grow weaker. It seemed to have actually gotten even larger than last time I saw it. My facial expression turned from one of success to one of dismay.
"What? How is this possible? I killed a follower, that should've contributed for something."
Neonbob and ajb924 laughed heartily at this statement, before Neon chose to explain. "Hasn't it already been said twice in this post that words have power?" I decided to check.
Zombie_Fish said:
It appeared so.Zombie_Fish said:
"Whilst Lost In The Void had contributed to this necro, you have contributed a lot more significantly in your description of the event, Zombie. In trying to defeat the thread by eliminating its sources of power, you have become a much more efficient power source in turn." He laughed a long and sinister laugh, which turned even more sinister and a little bit confusing when the rest of the crowd began to chant laughter. "
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Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!It was then that I realised what I had done. I had become the enemy I was trying to stop. I had become everything I wanted to eliminate and more.
I dropped the pistol and fell to the floor, trapped in a circle of hypocrisy and logical fallacy. I had become one of them, and there was no use of trying to avoid it now. So I hit the post button. I hit it with pride for my writing, but despair for my failure and my sad lack of any other possible option. The thread grew stronger in from the words, and I grew weaker in my defeat. All I had succeeded in was one kill that proved pointless to me and a waste of time, like typing out a massive post for some basic forum game which people probably won't read instead of doing something significant such as that piece of AS Critical Thinking homework that's due in tomorrow.
Oh, and yes, this is a one-off post in a forum game for me
Please feel free to point out any errors you may have noticed whilst reading it as well, I'm not proofreading that at twenty to three in the morning.
Almost a year on edit: Huh, it was posted at twenty to four in the morning. Shows how tired I was.
Good to see you continuing the tradition of awesome kills, Zombie!Zombie_Fish said:
That made my night considerably more enjoyable.
*high fives*
Now then!
During a game of Nerf Wars: Zombie Attack, I get you involved as a Zombie.
Playing as a survivor, I coat my darts in a contact poison, which kills in seconds.
After shooting four other people, and watching them turn purple and die, I finally find you.
Taking aim at your eye, I fire the dart. You see it coming, and open your mouth in surprise.
The dart flies into your open maw, and you swallow the poisoned projectile, which spreads its deadly coating all the way down your throat and into your gut. This massive dose has a different effect on you, and after you turn purple and collapse, you rise again, only to grab a fellow "zombie" and bite a large chunk out of their arm.
I run to find a sturdier weapon as you continue your mauling of the zombie players, and eventually get a mass of 23 zombies. I return with a large steel pole, and begin to smash their heads in, killing your risen allies.
You take notice of this and begin shambling towards me. Unfortunately, your moans give you away, and I am able to spin in time to dodge your clumsy tackle. You turn over in time to see my foot coming down on your face as I curb stomp you.
Guilty.Lost In The Void said:
^_^
A light glows from the late halloween party I have created. I stand ajusting my suit as I walk into the room, the guest populating the room, Neonbob, Zombie_Fish, and other stand around the glowing tub, a low green neon colour. "The Game is Bobbing for...well that's the fun isn't," I announce leading the man of Neon to the tub, "Why don't you go first."
As he cautiously approaches the tub, I slam his head into it, feeling the thrashing and his muffled screams pour from the tub. Soon he is still. I pull the corpse from the tub, and in his mouth, a green fuel rod. Like one that would power a nuclear weapon.
As he cautiously approaches the tub, I slam his head into it, feeling the thrashing and his muffled screams pour from the tub. Soon he is still. I pull the corpse from the tub, and in his mouth, a green fuel rod. Like one that would power a nuclear weapon.
Your lucky I love this game, but not so lucky as I am preparing a death of epic proportions for you in retaliation of an old death by your hand.Neonbob said:
I will tear the sword from your avatar's hand and chop you up until you look like bits of old banana.
I knock you out and put you in full body restraints.
Then I put a very strong cable around your head, and into a device which will pull on the cable with incredible strength.
When you wake up, I turn it on, and the cable starts to compress your head. You try to squirm, but the restraints keep you from doing so. The cable gets tighter and tighter, and eventually a concave shape is pressed into your forehead.
Your eyes bulge, and you scream as the cable finally crushes through your skull, and your brain pops out onto the ground.
Just for the hell of it, I then stab your brain with a pitchfork.
Then I put a very strong cable around your head, and into a device which will pull on the cable with incredible strength.
When you wake up, I turn it on, and the cable starts to compress your head. You try to squirm, but the restraints keep you from doing so. The cable gets tighter and tighter, and eventually a concave shape is pressed into your forehead.
Your eyes bulge, and you scream as the cable finally crushes through your skull, and your brain pops out onto the ground.
Just for the hell of it, I then stab your brain with a pitchfork.
I nail you to a wall and leave you hanging there in front of SeaWorld whale exhibit. While you attempt to free your self I drop a bomb on the facility launching the whales all over the place. You free one hand just in time to cover your face as a whale crushes your body against the wall and leaves you flattened against the wall.
I stab KOSRN through the chest with my claws, then put his face under his exercise machine and run on it, therefore crushing him.