In midday, you are walking to the store. You hear a voice behind you.
"Hey. Monkey boy."
Spinning around, you notice a large man on an ATV not a foot behind you. He guns the throttle, and you jump out of the way, but not quite enough. He runs over and breaks both of your ankles, leaving you nearly crippled.
Dragging yourself back to the sidewalk, you feel a shadow above you. Looking up, you see me, holding a large roll of duct tape.
Before you can comprehend what is going on, I duct tape your legs together, bind your arms to your torso, and then make you a duct-tape mummy.
Still completely lost, you are stunned when I secure two large metal poles to your body with the use of two large lag bolts, arranged in areas that hurt like hell, but do not kill you.
That complete, I pick you up by the posts, and drag you around the town, until I get home.
There, I wait til dark. At precisely 11:45pm, I leave again, you in tow. I walk to a dark corner, waiting. As a man passes by, I suddenly swing you like a baseball bat, smiting the old man, walker and all. As his neck and back shatter, your left shoulder also breaks.
Your muffled screams ring out over the sickening crunch of bones.
I drag the old man into the alley, and begin waiting again.
The next person by the alley is a cop. I put you in front of me, and walk towards the officer, making insane noises all the while.
"Hi coppy coppy! I'm going to wear your skin as a trenchcoat!"
The cop spins, pulls his weapon, and fires, hitting you in the left thigh. As soon as he fires, I charge him, your head leading the way. You end up headbutting him, and the cop loses his breath. As he is bent over, I bring your right side down on his back. Your upper arm breaks in three as the cop's spine is cleaved in half. As the cop goes for his gun, I use you to beat his head in.
With two victims already gone, I call up the fat guy that was on the ATV earlier. I get him to pick us up in his truck. We then go mailbox-smashing, using your body as a bat. On each box, something else in you breaks. After ten boxes, I decide you've had enough, and take you up to the roof of a building back in town. There, I leave you strung up, bleeding internally from broken ribs, and stomach acid leaking into your torso.
As morning comes, you are barely alive, and it is only then that you notice I had planted your soon-to-be-corpse above a daycare.
At precisely 9am, the first kid shows up and is forever scarred when blood falls on her from the roof, she looks up, and sees your horribly battered body.
You die ten minutes later, coughing up blood and organs.
