The Fatality Game!!!
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A man silently strides through a dark alley. A flickering streetlight glimmmers, flashing on and off, on and off. This nameless man stands underneath, the wind billowing his beautiful blonde hair. He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket, and studies it for a moment.
Yes, this was the place. The one named Neonbob would be approaching soon -- He had good information that he came to this bar every Tuesday at 5:36 PM.
AHA! The man saw his target approach. Berethond silently follows the soon-to-be-dead whale killer. PETA was paying berethond a fortune for this.
Berethond walked up behind Neonbob, and put his hand on his shoulder.
"You nuked the wrong whale this time, buddy. It's not personal, you know." said berethond as he pulled out a knife made from a whale flipper.
"Wrong move, pal." says Neonbob as he pulls a gun from his waistband, kicking at Berethond's head.
Berethond ducked, then lashed out with the knife, narrowly missing Neonbob's wrist. Neonbob swung towards Berethond's head, who grabbed his arm and then stabbed the knife through his other hand into the bar, causing him to drop his weapon. "NEVER try to shoot a man when he was sent to kill you." Berethond said. "It's considered bad form."
The man was pissing berethond off royally. It was time for ridiculously over-the-top violence. Berethond reached down, and pummeled Neonbob's kidneys relentlessly. After they had started bleeding profusely inside Neon, Berethond started breaking ribs - one by one. Berethond then pulled out a syringe filled with a small dose of Morphine and Adrenaline - Neonbob would stay alive AND conscious during this.
Berethond pulled his knife out of Neonbob's slightly twitching body, and then, ever-so-slowly, started to skin him alive. Five agonizing minutes passed. Berethond was finally satisfied, most of Neonbob's skin was removed, but he was still alive. So Berethond bent down and looked him in the eye, and said, "Now you feel one of my oldest abilities, the Penance Stare (No, no, I had it before Ghost Rider)." Berethond's eye penetrated what was left of Neonbob's dark soul, causing it to feel the pain of a million irradiated whales. Neonbob started groaning, and then sweating. (Don't ask me how) And finally collapsed, his life finally ending with one final shudder.
Yes, this was the place. The one named Neonbob would be approaching soon -- He had good information that he came to this bar every Tuesday at 5:36 PM.
AHA! The man saw his target approach. Berethond silently follows the soon-to-be-dead whale killer. PETA was paying berethond a fortune for this.
Berethond walked up behind Neonbob, and put his hand on his shoulder.
"You nuked the wrong whale this time, buddy. It's not personal, you know." said berethond as he pulled out a knife made from a whale flipper.
"Wrong move, pal." says Neonbob as he pulls a gun from his waistband, kicking at Berethond's head.
Berethond ducked, then lashed out with the knife, narrowly missing Neonbob's wrist. Neonbob swung towards Berethond's head, who grabbed his arm and then stabbed the knife through his other hand into the bar, causing him to drop his weapon. "NEVER try to shoot a man when he was sent to kill you." Berethond said. "It's considered bad form."
The man was pissing berethond off royally. It was time for ridiculously over-the-top violence. Berethond reached down, and pummeled Neonbob's kidneys relentlessly. After they had started bleeding profusely inside Neon, Berethond started breaking ribs - one by one. Berethond then pulled out a syringe filled with a small dose of Morphine and Adrenaline - Neonbob would stay alive AND conscious during this.
Berethond pulled his knife out of Neonbob's slightly twitching body, and then, ever-so-slowly, started to skin him alive. Five agonizing minutes passed. Berethond was finally satisfied, most of Neonbob's skin was removed, but he was still alive. So Berethond bent down and looked him in the eye, and said, "Now you feel one of my oldest abilities, the Penance Stare (No, no, I had it before Ghost Rider)." Berethond's eye penetrated what was left of Neonbob's dark soul, causing it to feel the pain of a million irradiated whales. Neonbob started groaning, and then sweating. (Don't ask me how) And finally collapsed, his life finally ending with one final shudder.
Berethond wakes up strapped into a dental chair, with eye-openers attached to his face.
"I wouldn't look around much if I were you," a voice says from the shadows.
"The edges of those things are covered in little blades."
Panicking, Berethond tries to find where the voice is coming from, only to have his eyes lacerated after the slightest twitch.
Forcing himself to remain still, he hears maniacal laughter emanating from the same dark corner.
"I knew it! I knew you'd try it! Everyone does. The look on your face! Oh, times like these make me glad I have the camera set up."
A screechy wheel is heard, as a cart rolls up beside berethond. As he lays inert, by sheer willpower he manages not to look at the contraption and its contents.
"I'm impressed. Most people look a second time. Just for that, you get to see what is on this tray of wonders."
Berethond pales as the tray is held up before his eyes. Hacksaws, drills, scalpels, axes, garden shears, box cutters, and other objects of torture and pain are assembled on top of the blood-stained metal tray.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll find out what's going to happen soon enough. Now. Sleep."
A mask is put over Berthond's face, and he passes out.
While he is asleep, Neonbob is working diligently. He goes into Berethond's spinal cord, and locates the nerves he's looking for. After some careful cutting and splicing, he sews up the first cut. Next, he rolls the unconscious berethond onto his back, and opens up the torso. Cutting the intestines at the halfway point, he unravels them, and makes cuts in berethond's skin and muscle to pass the newly freed intestines through. The gory trails end up leading out of your torso, down and through your thighs, continuing through your calves before looping around at the bottom, and rising back up and through the thighs again. Then, they pop in and out of your torso on their way up to behind your head, where they rejoin.
Another fun thing Neonbob did during this window of opportunity was to remove Berethond's jaw completely, but leave the tongue as it was, for purely comedic effect. With the mutilation done, Neonbob removes the eye clamps and body restraints, brings in a mirror, removes the table of tools, and allows Berethond to awaken.
Slowly gaining consciousness from the anesthesia, Berethond comes to in a daze. Noticing his limbs are free to move about, he cautiously leans forward and swings his legs off the table. Since his eyes are still blurry from the earlier cuts mixed with sleep, he fails to notice the changes at first. That all changes when he feels a pang from his abdomen. Clutching at his stomach, he feels two tubes coming out of himself. Alarmed, he focuses his eyes and takes in the gruesome sight of his legs.
"Ahem. As much as it pleases me to see the shocked expression upon your face, I must direct your attention over here," Neonbob says, pushing the mirror into view.
Berethond's eyes pop wide open as he takes in his entire body. Trying to speak, he gurgles helplessly, tongue flapping around and trying in vain to make words out of the noises being emitted.
Neonbob walks up behind him, and begins to speak again.
"Do you see what I have done? The masterpiece that I have made you into? You should thank me, you know."
Something inside Berethond snaps, and he swings at Neonbob, who dodges out of the way.
"Really now. Is this how you repay the artiste? I see. Some people refuse to acknowledge my genius. It's such a pity you are one of them. I shall just have to start with someone else now."
Upon finishing this thought, Neonbob leaps at Berethond, punching him in the stomach hard enough to cause a rupture. As acid leaks into the body cavity, Neonbob walks behind the curled up form of Berethond, and grabs the exposed entrails around his neck.
"I thought I left these out of the body for a reason," Neonbob says as he flips it over Berethond's head, twists it around, and begins to strangle Berethond with it. While Berethond claws at his intestines, causing himself great pain even as he is being choked, Neonbob speaks again.
"Know now that even though you die, you die in service to a greater cause. You are merely another step along my path to perfecting my art. Peace be with you."
Unfortunately, Berethond's clawing at the guts constricting around his neck had weakened the gory rope enough that it snaps in half, freeing him for the moment.
Berethond lets out a universal scream of pain at this new turn of events.
"Damn. I suppose I'll just have to change tactics. First, to shut you up. That screaming is going to give me a headache."
Neonbob kicks Berethond in the side of the head, flipping him onto his back. Immediately, Neonbob jumps onto Berethond's chest, breaking his ribcage and puncturing one of the human cushion's lungs. While Berethond wheezes, Neonbob grabs the two ragged ends of intestines, and raises them above his head.
"Nuh! NUH!" Cried out Berethond, obviously seeing what was about to occur.
Smiling wickedly, Neonbob simply said "Yes."
Easily stuffing the ends of Berethond's intestines into his own mouth, Neon hops up again, and stomps on both of Berethond's kneecaps, shattering them.
"I bet you're ready to die right about now. Well, I'll make you a deal. If you can crawl over to the mirror, and touch it, I'll end your suffering. If not, I'll just have to use the fire ants I have in storage. Your choice."
After a moment of painful deliberation, Berethond begins to crawl toward the mirror. It takes a good minute and a half, but he eventually reaches the glimmering surface.
Somberly, Neonbob rises.
"I see. Then I shall make this quick."
Raising the mirror above his head, Neonbob brings it down on the base of Berethond's skull repeatedly. It is not until Berethond's head is nothing but mush that Neon stops beating the now broken mirror against the inert body.
FIN!
"I wouldn't look around much if I were you," a voice says from the shadows.
"The edges of those things are covered in little blades."
Panicking, Berethond tries to find where the voice is coming from, only to have his eyes lacerated after the slightest twitch.
Forcing himself to remain still, he hears maniacal laughter emanating from the same dark corner.
"I knew it! I knew you'd try it! Everyone does. The look on your face! Oh, times like these make me glad I have the camera set up."
A screechy wheel is heard, as a cart rolls up beside berethond. As he lays inert, by sheer willpower he manages not to look at the contraption and its contents.
"I'm impressed. Most people look a second time. Just for that, you get to see what is on this tray of wonders."
Berethond pales as the tray is held up before his eyes. Hacksaws, drills, scalpels, axes, garden shears, box cutters, and other objects of torture and pain are assembled on top of the blood-stained metal tray.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll find out what's going to happen soon enough. Now. Sleep."
A mask is put over Berthond's face, and he passes out.
While he is asleep, Neonbob is working diligently. He goes into Berethond's spinal cord, and locates the nerves he's looking for. After some careful cutting and splicing, he sews up the first cut. Next, he rolls the unconscious berethond onto his back, and opens up the torso. Cutting the intestines at the halfway point, he unravels them, and makes cuts in berethond's skin and muscle to pass the newly freed intestines through. The gory trails end up leading out of your torso, down and through your thighs, continuing through your calves before looping around at the bottom, and rising back up and through the thighs again. Then, they pop in and out of your torso on their way up to behind your head, where they rejoin.
Another fun thing Neonbob did during this window of opportunity was to remove Berethond's jaw completely, but leave the tongue as it was, for purely comedic effect. With the mutilation done, Neonbob removes the eye clamps and body restraints, brings in a mirror, removes the table of tools, and allows Berethond to awaken.
Slowly gaining consciousness from the anesthesia, Berethond comes to in a daze. Noticing his limbs are free to move about, he cautiously leans forward and swings his legs off the table. Since his eyes are still blurry from the earlier cuts mixed with sleep, he fails to notice the changes at first. That all changes when he feels a pang from his abdomen. Clutching at his stomach, he feels two tubes coming out of himself. Alarmed, he focuses his eyes and takes in the gruesome sight of his legs.
"Ahem. As much as it pleases me to see the shocked expression upon your face, I must direct your attention over here," Neonbob says, pushing the mirror into view.
Berethond's eyes pop wide open as he takes in his entire body. Trying to speak, he gurgles helplessly, tongue flapping around and trying in vain to make words out of the noises being emitted.
Neonbob walks up behind him, and begins to speak again.
"Do you see what I have done? The masterpiece that I have made you into? You should thank me, you know."
Something inside Berethond snaps, and he swings at Neonbob, who dodges out of the way.
"Really now. Is this how you repay the artiste? I see. Some people refuse to acknowledge my genius. It's such a pity you are one of them. I shall just have to start with someone else now."
Upon finishing this thought, Neonbob leaps at Berethond, punching him in the stomach hard enough to cause a rupture. As acid leaks into the body cavity, Neonbob walks behind the curled up form of Berethond, and grabs the exposed entrails around his neck.
"I thought I left these out of the body for a reason," Neonbob says as he flips it over Berethond's head, twists it around, and begins to strangle Berethond with it. While Berethond claws at his intestines, causing himself great pain even as he is being choked, Neonbob speaks again.
"Know now that even though you die, you die in service to a greater cause. You are merely another step along my path to perfecting my art. Peace be with you."
Unfortunately, Berethond's clawing at the guts constricting around his neck had weakened the gory rope enough that it snaps in half, freeing him for the moment.
Berethond lets out a universal scream of pain at this new turn of events.
"Damn. I suppose I'll just have to change tactics. First, to shut you up. That screaming is going to give me a headache."
Neonbob kicks Berethond in the side of the head, flipping him onto his back. Immediately, Neonbob jumps onto Berethond's chest, breaking his ribcage and puncturing one of the human cushion's lungs. While Berethond wheezes, Neonbob grabs the two ragged ends of intestines, and raises them above his head.
"Nuh! NUH!" Cried out Berethond, obviously seeing what was about to occur.
Smiling wickedly, Neonbob simply said "Yes."
Easily stuffing the ends of Berethond's intestines into his own mouth, Neon hops up again, and stomps on both of Berethond's kneecaps, shattering them.
"I bet you're ready to die right about now. Well, I'll make you a deal. If you can crawl over to the mirror, and touch it, I'll end your suffering. If not, I'll just have to use the fire ants I have in storage. Your choice."
After a moment of painful deliberation, Berethond begins to crawl toward the mirror. It takes a good minute and a half, but he eventually reaches the glimmering surface.
Somberly, Neonbob rises.
"I see. Then I shall make this quick."
Raising the mirror above his head, Neonbob brings it down on the base of Berethond's skull repeatedly. It is not until Berethond's head is nothing but mush that Neon stops beating the now broken mirror against the inert body.
FIN!
berethond feels a stab the eye with an extreamly sharp katana
"hey-ho!, you'll probably feel this in about 2 seconds "what? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
berethond bleeds to death while spending the last seconds of his life in a worse hell than decapitation
"hey-ho!, you'll probably feel this in about 2 seconds "what? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
berethond bleeds to death while spending the last seconds of his life in a worse hell than decapitation
The one known as Guitar Gamer is too busy gloating over his recent corpse to notice Neonbob slinking up behind him with some electric-guitar stringing. As GG is doubled over in laughter, Neon, in a flash of action, wraps GG's arms, legs, and neck up in the wire. Struggle though he may, GG only manages to make the wire dig into his skin even deeper, and drops his sword.
Neon then attaches GG to a truck, legs-first. He then shoves the katana into the ground between Guitar Gamer's legs. GG's eyes bulge. He begins to scream as Neon hops in the truck and hits the gas.
GG dies while the sword is buried in his torso, but Neon doesn't let off the gas until GG's entire body is cleaved.
Neon then attaches GG to a truck, legs-first. He then shoves the katana into the ground between Guitar Gamer's legs. GG's eyes bulge. He begins to scream as Neon hops in the truck and hits the gas.
GG dies while the sword is buried in his torso, but Neon doesn't let off the gas until GG's entire body is cleaved.
I clone you and convince your clone that you (the original) is a whale in disguise. Your clone nukes you. Your are the weakest link. Goodbye. (sorry, I couldn't resist that one)
while the doctor is boasting that he killed neon he doesn't notice one of his kmock out gas canisterss "left open" he awakes to find every opening in his body to be melted shut, he then see's "GG" put what looks like an oversized wrist pulse pump stuck into his mouth and automaticly starting to pump, "GG" continues to sew his mouth shut aroung the pump opening,already he fells bloated andstretched "good night doctor sorry I couldn't think of a more ironic way to kill you"
part of compleat backfire of a plan and maybe a little irony the nuked whales which neon nuked; turned into zombies and when neon is drowning yet another victim they rise up and throw away their peaceful nature by eating him slowly
I kill guitar gamer by stealing a guitar, chop the guitar strings into very thin strings and making a net out of them. I then lure him into the trap with Duke Nukem Forever being the bait.
As the net falls on him I jump out and wrap the net tightly around him, then hang him up inside the net. The strings are so thin that they slowly rip him to pieces.
As the net falls on him I jump out and wrap the net tightly around him, then hang him up inside the net. The strings are so thin that they slowly rip him to pieces.
But thats the point of this game.berethond said:
As for you, Dark Susano, I rip those darling daggers from you, and gut you like a fish, then throw you back into the sea.
I shove you, you stupid meerkat or whatever that thing is, armor and all in a blender. End of story.
I'm pretty sure that's the longes post in a forum game... ever...Neonbob said:
Oh, I'm sure Ultrajoe has beaten me in some other place.Zombie_Fish said:
I am proud of that murder, though.
And, seeing as I am somewhat drained from that still:
Due to your mask, your hearing is muffled. I walk up behind you, carrying two zombie heads. As soon as you're within reach, I stick the heads on both sides of your neck, and watch gleefully as they chew through, and dance in the bloodspray.
I pull your hat down, making you blind. Then I kick you off of a sidewalk onto a street, where I drag you over to a manhole, pick up the cover, slide you halfway in, break your back, and replace the cover so that it lies on top of your head. Since you are paralyzed, you cannot move, and eventually a truck comes along and...
*splat!*
Can I be killed in a way not involving nukes or whales this time?
*splat!*
Can I be killed in a way not involving nukes or whales this time?