Greetings one and all and welcome to the eleventh round of
[HEADING=1]SERIAL KILLER![/HEADING]
Yes yes, hold the applause.
Alright. Now to refresh the Veterans and inform the New guys!
First things First
-Some side rules
The Deceased are allowed to continue posting in the thread and carry on in conversation with the living. The diffrence? They get free access to the JIB (The Jesus Infinite buffet),
Each person who dies must post a death.
The game will start when we have a minimum of 20 players.
When posting their deaths, players will be asked to send me a copy of it via PM, the death will be placed into the Spoiler on the OP. They will then post their deaths into the thread for others to see. (This was added in due to a large number of people fustrated over how fast Deaths were buried in the last round)
[h4]Current Players[/h4]
1.Lambi [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Lambi] Murder #1
2.BigZ225 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/BigZ225]
3.Hopeneverdies [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Hopeneverdies]
4.NeoAC [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/NeoAC]
5.BloodyThoughts [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/BloodyThoughts]
6.Nukey [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Nukey]4th killed
7.Sleekgiant [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Sleekgiant]3rd Killed
8.Sporky111 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Sporky111]
9.War Penguin [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/War+Penguin] 2nd Murder
10.Axle 19 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Axle+19]2nd Execution
11.Ultimateownage [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Ultimateownage] 4th Executed
12.Pm0n3y [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Pm0n3y] 1st Execution
13.CounterAttack [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/CounterAttack] 5th executed
14.Sky14Kemea [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/sky14kemea]
15.elementsoul [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/elementsoul]
16.J1-2themax [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/J1-2themax]
17.Lost in the Void [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Lost+In+The+Void]
18.Time Travelling Toaster [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Time%20Travelling%20Toaster] 6th Killed
19.ChromewarriorXIII [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/chromewarriorXIII]
20.Fury Is Me [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Fury+Is+Me.]
21.Sam G [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Sam+G]3rd Executed
22. LilGherkin [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/LilGherkin]5th Murder
*The phone rings*
"Hello?"
"Hello Ownage, It's me, I know you figured it out."
"Oh god, how do you know!"
"Sam was never very good at keeping secrets was he? I would have killed him to stop him squealing, but you lot did my work for me."
"Sam, he told you?"
"Not necessarily, he was interrogating me just like he did to you, and I put two and two together, just like you did."
"You're going to kill me aren't you?"
"No, I'm going to let your friends do it themselves, they found out about the interrogations, at first they thought Sam was trying to cover his tracks, and they did him in, now they know he was telling the truth, and the first thing they are going to think is that you where being interrogated, they are coming for you."
The line promptly goes dead.
Suddenly, ownage hears a knock at the door, has if on cue, his best friend comes in.
"Oh, hi Sky, surprising seeing you here with a killer on the loose, with everyone a suspect."
"We couldn't leave you alone on your birthday Ownage, we're having a party for you over at the wall."
Ownage follows sky to the party, suppressing the conversation had earlier. He walks into the party, hardly suspecting a thing, with sky following closely behind. The door slams shut behind him, sealing him in a pitch black room, then what the killer said comes back to him.
"I'm going to let your friends do it themselves."
...It was a trap...
Ownage collapses to the floor, the poisonous gas spreading through his lungs, gasping for air, hoping to hold on long enough to reveal the killers identity, but can only muster a gasp for air and the words "The killer is..." before breathing his last breath.
Alright folks, we're ready to go. I'm thinking of a number between 1-100 so start submitting them!
[HEADING=1]SERIAL KILLER![/HEADING]
Yes yes, hold the applause.
1.UltimateOwnage-Killer
2.Sky14Kemea-murdered
3.Axle 19- Executed
4.Pm0n3y
5.J1-2themax-Medic
6.maddawg IAJI
7.ChromewarriorXIII
8.War Penguin
9.Hopeneverdies-Murdered
10.Fury Is me-Murdered
11.Counterattack-Executed
12.Quad08-Executed
13.Elementsoul-Murdered
14.Nukey
15.NeoAC
16.xXdragiceXxexecuted
17.BloodyThoughts
18.BigZ225-Spy, Murdered
19.Sporky111Executed
20.Flauros Murdered
21.Lil Gherkin-Executed
2.
3.
4.Pm0n3y
5.J1-2themax-Medic
6.
7.ChromewarriorXIII
8.War Penguin
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.Nukey
15.NeoAC
16.
17.BloodyThoughts
18.
19.
20.
21.
Alright. Now to refresh the Veterans and inform the New guys!
First things First
[HEADING=2]The Classes[/HEADING]
[HEADING=3]The Killer[/HEADING]- The Killer is the main antiagonist of the game. He is chosen by a random number choice. Players send in numbers ranging from 1-100 and the player who is closest will become the Killer. Every round he will choose to murder one person. After that person has been chosen, all the players send in a vote for who to execute and their objective is to execute the Killer.
Once the Killer is dead, the Game is over. Alternativly, once everyone else is dead and the Killer is using your rotting corpses as a throne, then the Game is also over.
[HEADING=3]The Medic [/HEADING] An important class, the Medic is the exact opposite of the Killer in almost every way.While the killer is the player who chose the number closest to the randomized number, the Medic is the player who picks the number farthest away. Each round, the Medic can choose to protect one person. That person has immunity from being killed by the killer as a result. The Medic cannot protect themselves.
A note to whoever becomes the Medic, you have a lot of power and while the Killer will be aiming to kill everyone, he has a special place on his mantel for you.
[HEADING=3] The Spy[/HEADING]
-The spy is an espionage and perhaps the most powerful living character when it comes to combating the Killer. The Spy is the player who gets the SECOND closest number to the chosen one (Behind the killer). The Spy is granted 5 questions to help narrow down the killer. He will ask me those questions and if they are suitable, he will be able to narrow down his suspects until he finds the killer. The Spy can do whatever he wishes with the info once he has it.
[HEADING=3]The Ghost[/HEADING]
-The only class not chosen at the beginning of the game. When a player dies, he will send me a number (1-10) if he/she guesses the number correctly, they will become the ghost. Each round, the ghost can haunt one person. Once he has chosen a target, I will give info on the haunted. The Ghost may tell the Haunted the info they have discovered (Example: If the ghost chooses to haunt the killer for a round and then a normal player, the Ghost can tell the player who the Killer is....or not...depends on the person) Each person can only be haunted once and there can only be one Ghost. The ghost cannot say who he is haunting or even his identity in the thread.
[HEADING=3]The Killer[/HEADING]- The Killer is the main antiagonist of the game. He is chosen by a random number choice. Players send in numbers ranging from 1-100 and the player who is closest will become the Killer. Every round he will choose to murder one person. After that person has been chosen, all the players send in a vote for who to execute and their objective is to execute the Killer.
Once the Killer is dead, the Game is over. Alternativly, once everyone else is dead and the Killer is using your rotting corpses as a throne, then the Game is also over.
[HEADING=3]The Medic [/HEADING] An important class, the Medic is the exact opposite of the Killer in almost every way.While the killer is the player who chose the number closest to the randomized number, the Medic is the player who picks the number farthest away. Each round, the Medic can choose to protect one person. That person has immunity from being killed by the killer as a result. The Medic cannot protect themselves.
A note to whoever becomes the Medic, you have a lot of power and while the Killer will be aiming to kill everyone, he has a special place on his mantel for you.
[HEADING=3] The Spy[/HEADING]
-The spy is an espionage and perhaps the most powerful living character when it comes to combating the Killer. The Spy is the player who gets the SECOND closest number to the chosen one (Behind the killer). The Spy is granted 5 questions to help narrow down the killer. He will ask me those questions and if they are suitable, he will be able to narrow down his suspects until he finds the killer. The Spy can do whatever he wishes with the info once he has it.
[HEADING=3]The Ghost[/HEADING]
-The only class not chosen at the beginning of the game. When a player dies, he will send me a number (1-10) if he/she guesses the number correctly, they will become the ghost. Each round, the ghost can haunt one person. Once he has chosen a target, I will give info on the haunted. The Ghost may tell the Haunted the info they have discovered (Example: If the ghost chooses to haunt the killer for a round and then a normal player, the Ghost can tell the player who the Killer is....or not...depends on the person) Each person can only be haunted once and there can only be one Ghost. The ghost cannot say who he is haunting or even his identity in the thread.
-Some side rules
The Deceased are allowed to continue posting in the thread and carry on in conversation with the living. The diffrence? They get free access to the JIB (The Jesus Infinite buffet),
Each person who dies must post a death.
The game will start when we have a minimum of 20 players.
When posting their deaths, players will be asked to send me a copy of it via PM, the death will be placed into the Spoiler on the OP. They will then post their deaths into the thread for others to see. (This was added in due to a large number of people fustrated over how fast Deaths were buried in the last round)
[h4]Current Players[/h4]
1.
2.BigZ225 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/BigZ225]
3.Hopeneverdies [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Hopeneverdies]
4.NeoAC [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/NeoAC]
5.BloodyThoughts [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/BloodyThoughts]
6.
7.
8.Sporky111 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Sporky111]
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.Sky14Kemea [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/sky14kemea]
15.elementsoul [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/elementsoul]
16.J1-2themax [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/J1-2themax]
17.Lost in the Void [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Lost+In+The+Void]
18.
19.ChromewarriorXIII [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/chromewarriorXIII]
20.Fury Is Me [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/Fury+Is+Me.]
21.
22.
One day, Thor was driving home after a somewhat bad day. He had been yelled at and one person had even pushed him out of the way. He sighed.
People can be so damn annoying...
But at least I got my game.
In a bag in the seat beside him was a shiny new copy of Fallout 3: The Game Of The Year edition. This was the first time he would be playing it.
Can't wait to play it.
He pulled over at his house and got out of the car. Walking towards his front door, he felt a knife in his back. He screamed in pain. Then he was stabbed in the legs, the arms and finally his heart. He was lying on the ground, his blood formed a pool around him.
The police found him the next day in a pool of his own blood and the copy of Fallout 3: GOTY edition in a bag in his hand.
People can be so damn annoying...
But at least I got my game.
In a bag in the seat beside him was a shiny new copy of Fallout 3: The Game Of The Year edition. This was the first time he would be playing it.
Can't wait to play it.
He pulled over at his house and got out of the car. Walking towards his front door, he felt a knife in his back. He screamed in pain. Then he was stabbed in the legs, the arms and finally his heart. He was lying on the ground, his blood formed a pool around him.
The police found him the next day in a pool of his own blood and the copy of Fallout 3: GOTY edition in a bag in his hand.
"Ahhh, the end to another monotonously repetitive day." I say, walking into the one story house I usually inhabit. After a long day at school, it felt good to be home.
"La familia? Anybody home?" I announce. I get no response in return. Lucky me. No family means no one's at the computer.
Excitedly, I quickly change out of my uniform, casually tossing the clothes at the hamper. Minutes after, I'm at the PC, happily making my usual rounds across my favorite sites. That is, until I got to The Escapist. For some reason, I couldn't get into the site.
"Hm. Server must be full." I say, shrugging carelessly at the familiar occurrence. But unknowingly to me, there was something bigger going on.
As I impatiently reloaded the page, the sound of the doorbell calmly greeted my ears. Curiously, I go to the door, wondering who might come at this hour. Once I open it, I'm addressed by three people. One of which, is a girl, slightly shorter than me, but looked mature enough to be at least a year older than me. Her reddish-brown hair was about a quarter's length away from her shoulders, and she was neatly dressed in a simple business suit, with a simple badge hanging from a simple ball link chain around her neck. There was something familiar about her...like I've seen her somewhere before. To the left and right of her were two taller, wider, men, dressed from head to toe in nothing put black SWAT-like armor. Their M-14s gleamed in the light of the setting sun. The sight of the three strangers was pretty intimidating.
"Um...hi. Can I help you?" I asked timidly.
The girl straightened the simple glasses over her bridge before speaking.
"Yes you may." She began; her faint yet noticeable British accent instantly got my attention.
"I'm looking for a Philip Howard. He should live here. Is he your brother or something?" She asked politely with a gentle smile. Meanwhile, I'm trying my best not to piss myself. What did I do that involves being visited by the police (the SWAT team, no less)?
"Um...uhh...no. I'm Philip Howard. D-did I do something w-wrong?" I reply, trying my best to keep composure, but failing horribly.
Without another word, the two men grab me by the arms and yank me out the door, flinging me onto the dusty clod of ugly, mismatched weeds my stepfather calls a "lawn". One begins to roughly cuff me while the other keeps his gun directed on me. The girl calmly approaches me; yet the smile is nowhere to be found.
"I'm Police Commissioner S. I'm placing you under arrest for mass murder, and possibly genocide. You're responsible for the deaths of several people in this city, especially a good friend of mine named Thor." She stated simply as the two SWAT guys forcefully put me on my feet. The glasses she once wore were now tucked into her jacket pocket. Without them, she looked even more familiar. Where have I seen this girl from?
"Bwa-wha?! T-that's not possible! I just came home from school!" I plead desperately. Unfortunately, I don't get through to her.
"Save it for the executioner." She scoffs defiantly with a devilish smirk before she nods at the SWAT guards.
They see her confirmation and toss me into the back of the, now visible, police truck. As I come in contact with the cold metal floor of that cabin, tears begins to flow from me. I would've never thought it would've ended like this for me. I've never harmed anyone in my life, and yet I'm about to die for allegedly "killing" several people. What have I done to deserve this?
The ride to the prison was a short one. I tried my best to resist, but it's no use. They begin to drag me to the chamber and strap me down onto the black leather gurney.
"No! You can't do this! I'm innocent! NO!!" I yell, kicking and screaming while struggling to remove myself from the restraints. My heart jumps around in my chest, for he's just as scared as I am.
My pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears as they begin to stick the IVs in my arms. It wasn't long before they raised the gurney to a glass window, for the viewers of the execution. Among those was the Commissioner. She glares at me, brandishing an accomplished smile across her lips. I stare back at her in horror. Eventually, the saline drips are started. The executioner walks up to the machine that would inject the lethal drugs into me. Before he presses the button, he turns to me.
"Any last words, kid?" He asks grimly.
I look into the eyes of those that would watch me die. All of which, I knew pretty well. They were fellow users on The Escapist. And at that point, I knew who that girl was. As it turns out, I was betrayed by those who I once thought were my friends. But at this point, there's no use in trying to negotiate with any of them now.
A last, single tear falls.
"It's been a fun life." I reply solemnly.
Quietly, the executioner activates the machine. With a press of a button, the drugs begin to flow. First coming was the Sodium thiopental. Once it coursed through me, I found myself fading from this existence. My sights began to blur, and time seemed to slow, until I finally lost consciousness. Eventually the Pancuronium was inserted, and suddenly everything became still and numb. My breath began to slip from me, but I didn't fight the feeling. Instead I welcomed it, welcoming death's embrace. Finally, Potassium chloride was entered, and my heart stopped fighting as well. My eyelids flicker wildly before my eyes roll back towards my skull.
The news got out about my death, and the people of our "fair" city rejoiced...if only temporarily. Turns out the killer was still out there, and I died...for nothing.
"La familia? Anybody home?" I announce. I get no response in return. Lucky me. No family means no one's at the computer.
Excitedly, I quickly change out of my uniform, casually tossing the clothes at the hamper. Minutes after, I'm at the PC, happily making my usual rounds across my favorite sites. That is, until I got to The Escapist. For some reason, I couldn't get into the site.
"Hm. Server must be full." I say, shrugging carelessly at the familiar occurrence. But unknowingly to me, there was something bigger going on.
As I impatiently reloaded the page, the sound of the doorbell calmly greeted my ears. Curiously, I go to the door, wondering who might come at this hour. Once I open it, I'm addressed by three people. One of which, is a girl, slightly shorter than me, but looked mature enough to be at least a year older than me. Her reddish-brown hair was about a quarter's length away from her shoulders, and she was neatly dressed in a simple business suit, with a simple badge hanging from a simple ball link chain around her neck. There was something familiar about her...like I've seen her somewhere before. To the left and right of her were two taller, wider, men, dressed from head to toe in nothing put black SWAT-like armor. Their M-14s gleamed in the light of the setting sun. The sight of the three strangers was pretty intimidating.
"Um...hi. Can I help you?" I asked timidly.
The girl straightened the simple glasses over her bridge before speaking.
"Yes you may." She began; her faint yet noticeable British accent instantly got my attention.
"I'm looking for a Philip Howard. He should live here. Is he your brother or something?" She asked politely with a gentle smile. Meanwhile, I'm trying my best not to piss myself. What did I do that involves being visited by the police (the SWAT team, no less)?
"Um...uhh...no. I'm Philip Howard. D-did I do something w-wrong?" I reply, trying my best to keep composure, but failing horribly.
Without another word, the two men grab me by the arms and yank me out the door, flinging me onto the dusty clod of ugly, mismatched weeds my stepfather calls a "lawn". One begins to roughly cuff me while the other keeps his gun directed on me. The girl calmly approaches me; yet the smile is nowhere to be found.
"I'm Police Commissioner S. I'm placing you under arrest for mass murder, and possibly genocide. You're responsible for the deaths of several people in this city, especially a good friend of mine named Thor." She stated simply as the two SWAT guys forcefully put me on my feet. The glasses she once wore were now tucked into her jacket pocket. Without them, she looked even more familiar. Where have I seen this girl from?
"Bwa-wha?! T-that's not possible! I just came home from school!" I plead desperately. Unfortunately, I don't get through to her.
"Save it for the executioner." She scoffs defiantly with a devilish smirk before she nods at the SWAT guards.
They see her confirmation and toss me into the back of the, now visible, police truck. As I come in contact with the cold metal floor of that cabin, tears begins to flow from me. I would've never thought it would've ended like this for me. I've never harmed anyone in my life, and yet I'm about to die for allegedly "killing" several people. What have I done to deserve this?
The ride to the prison was a short one. I tried my best to resist, but it's no use. They begin to drag me to the chamber and strap me down onto the black leather gurney.
"No! You can't do this! I'm innocent! NO!!" I yell, kicking and screaming while struggling to remove myself from the restraints. My heart jumps around in my chest, for he's just as scared as I am.
My pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears as they begin to stick the IVs in my arms. It wasn't long before they raised the gurney to a glass window, for the viewers of the execution. Among those was the Commissioner. She glares at me, brandishing an accomplished smile across her lips. I stare back at her in horror. Eventually, the saline drips are started. The executioner walks up to the machine that would inject the lethal drugs into me. Before he presses the button, he turns to me.
"Any last words, kid?" He asks grimly.
I look into the eyes of those that would watch me die. All of which, I knew pretty well. They were fellow users on The Escapist. And at that point, I knew who that girl was. As it turns out, I was betrayed by those who I once thought were my friends. But at this point, there's no use in trying to negotiate with any of them now.
A last, single tear falls.
"It's been a fun life." I reply solemnly.
Quietly, the executioner activates the machine. With a press of a button, the drugs begin to flow. First coming was the Sodium thiopental. Once it coursed through me, I found myself fading from this existence. My sights began to blur, and time seemed to slow, until I finally lost consciousness. Eventually the Pancuronium was inserted, and suddenly everything became still and numb. My breath began to slip from me, but I didn't fight the feeling. Instead I welcomed it, welcoming death's embrace. Finally, Potassium chloride was entered, and my heart stopped fighting as well. My eyelids flicker wildly before my eyes roll back towards my skull.
The news got out about my death, and the people of our "fair" city rejoiced...if only temporarily. Turns out the killer was still out there, and I died...for nothing.
Atticus stared at the door of his apartment, his hands trembling on the handle. Should he turn it and face whatever is behind or should he take the coward's way out and run away? Over the past week, he had been increasingly terrified and paranoid. But with the murder of his friend, [user]Lambi[/user], and the false accusation of [user]Pm0n3y[/user], who wouldn't be afraid? If the killer didn't get him, the authorities would.
Atticus didn't open the door, but he didn't run away either. Instead, he looked through the nearest window of his apartment. Looked clear enough. No one was there and there were no visible traps. But that couldn't be, he had this feeling in his stomach that something was there. Nothing was in the house, but something was out. He saw a shadowy reflection in the window and a cold shiver went down his spine. It was the killer.
"Hi" he said in his low, raspy voice.
Without hesitation, Atticus turned to the killer, punched him right in the throat, and jumped down the nearest flight of stairs. The killer fell down in pain, giving Atticus a chance to run. However, he quickly gathered his breath, and followed him. They both ran through the garden of the building with the killer increasingly gaining. He then pulled out his silenced gun and fired. One shot, missed. Two shots, missed. Atticus was feeling pretty lucky.
He managed to lose the killer for a bit and he found him self in the back ally. Dead end. Where could he go? What will he do? He then noticed something. Something near the recycling bins. A cardboard box. A pile of them, in fact. He held his head in disbelief.
"Really?" he said to himself. "REALLY?"
He sighed, knowing that there was no where else to turn. He hid in one of the boxes knowing that this might be his end, but might as well try.
The killer caught up and ran into the ally. He looked around and saw no one. Empty. He scratched his head in confusion. He looked around again, and saw a box. He thought it moved slightly, but not enough to be sure something was there. He pulled out his gun and held it to the box. He pulled the trigger and the bullet flew from one side to the other. Something fall down from inside. Less than a minute later, blood began to drip from the bottom of the box.
The killer had struck again.
Atticus didn't open the door, but he didn't run away either. Instead, he looked through the nearest window of his apartment. Looked clear enough. No one was there and there were no visible traps. But that couldn't be, he had this feeling in his stomach that something was there. Nothing was in the house, but something was out. He saw a shadowy reflection in the window and a cold shiver went down his spine. It was the killer.
"Hi" he said in his low, raspy voice.
Without hesitation, Atticus turned to the killer, punched him right in the throat, and jumped down the nearest flight of stairs. The killer fell down in pain, giving Atticus a chance to run. However, he quickly gathered his breath, and followed him. They both ran through the garden of the building with the killer increasingly gaining. He then pulled out his silenced gun and fired. One shot, missed. Two shots, missed. Atticus was feeling pretty lucky.
He managed to lose the killer for a bit and he found him self in the back ally. Dead end. Where could he go? What will he do? He then noticed something. Something near the recycling bins. A cardboard box. A pile of them, in fact. He held his head in disbelief.
"Really?" he said to himself. "REALLY?"
He sighed, knowing that there was no where else to turn. He hid in one of the boxes knowing that this might be his end, but might as well try.
The killer caught up and ran into the ally. He looked around and saw no one. Empty. He scratched his head in confusion. He looked around again, and saw a box. He thought it moved slightly, but not enough to be sure something was there. He pulled out his gun and held it to the box. He pulled the trigger and the bullet flew from one side to the other. Something fall down from inside. Less than a minute later, blood began to drip from the bottom of the box.
The killer had struck again.
Sean left the liquor store happy with his purchases, the bottles of whiskey bulging out as he made the long trek back to his lair. He rarely left the volcano anymore after the first few people came up dead but going out for alcohol was necessary for his monthly all-night party. As he walked he noticed the tail, two people discreetly keeping pace with him trying to look as innocent as possible.
Crossing the street, he glanced back briefly before quickening his pace, not wanting to find out what these people wanted with him even though he thought he recognized them. Pausing briefly at the corner, he placed the bag down before sprinting towards the park before vaulting the fence. "Fuck the target is on the move! If he gets back to that volcano we'll lose him for good."
Chasing him through the park his pursuers managed to squeeze of one shot, hitting him in the chest and bringing the murdering son of a ***** down. Walking over they flipped him and and the female tail noticed a look of recognition pass his eyes, "For the crime of murder you have been sentenced to death," She said as she raised her gone.
Sean smiled, blood filling his mouth as his Escapist friends, his executioners to careful aim. Choking back the blood he managed to get out two words, "FUCK YOU!" as the gunshot ended his life. Another innocent sacrificed to their fear and paranoia.
Crossing the street, he glanced back briefly before quickening his pace, not wanting to find out what these people wanted with him even though he thought he recognized them. Pausing briefly at the corner, he placed the bag down before sprinting towards the park before vaulting the fence. "Fuck the target is on the move! If he gets back to that volcano we'll lose him for good."
Chasing him through the park his pursuers managed to squeeze of one shot, hitting him in the chest and bringing the murdering son of a ***** down. Walking over they flipped him and and the female tail noticed a look of recognition pass his eyes, "For the crime of murder you have been sentenced to death," She said as she raised her gone.
Sean smiled, blood filling his mouth as his Escapist friends, his executioners to careful aim. Choking back the blood he managed to get out two words, "FUCK YOU!" as the gunshot ended his life. Another innocent sacrificed to their fear and paranoia.
Sam was standing beneath a street light at one in the morning, waiting to die. He?d received a message earlier that day telling him the time and the place, and now all that was missing was the other party.
?Took your time,? he muttered drily to the man with the chainsaw who was walking down the street toward him. ?Tell me, Adam, why do this? You yourself were the one that instigated me as the spy, so how could I be the killer? You know me to be innocent, and it?s not in your nature to kill an innocent man, much less a friend??
?It?s not my place to decide,? Adam replied, revving his chainsaw, ?Only to do.?
?Wise words from a wise man.? Sam nodded sagely, then suddenly whipped his hand to his back pocket, as if reaching for a weapon. Acting on instinct, Adam drove his chainsaw into Sam?s chest, plowing a hole straight through him. Sam smirked, blood running out of the corners of his mouth, and with his last ounce of energy reached into his pocket and pulled out a notebook. ?Here you go, Adam old chum. These are my findings; I trust they?ll be adequate.? Adam took the notebook from his friend?s outstretched hand and thumbed through it.
??The killer has a photo on their profile page?? ?The killer isn?t on Twitter?? Uh?? There was a third message scrawled in the book, but the writing had been obscured by blood. Adam could only make out one word: ?Of??
?I?d appreciate it if you?d let the rest know?? Sam mumbled. He dropped to his knees before toppling over sideways. There he lay, smiling, his eyes closed, in a pool of his own blood, as the last sparks of life faded away. Adam brushed the tears from his eyes before turning and walking away, leaving Sam in peace.
?Took your time,? he muttered drily to the man with the chainsaw who was walking down the street toward him. ?Tell me, Adam, why do this? You yourself were the one that instigated me as the spy, so how could I be the killer? You know me to be innocent, and it?s not in your nature to kill an innocent man, much less a friend??
?It?s not my place to decide,? Adam replied, revving his chainsaw, ?Only to do.?
?Wise words from a wise man.? Sam nodded sagely, then suddenly whipped his hand to his back pocket, as if reaching for a weapon. Acting on instinct, Adam drove his chainsaw into Sam?s chest, plowing a hole straight through him. Sam smirked, blood running out of the corners of his mouth, and with his last ounce of energy reached into his pocket and pulled out a notebook. ?Here you go, Adam old chum. These are my findings; I trust they?ll be adequate.? Adam took the notebook from his friend?s outstretched hand and thumbed through it.
??The killer has a photo on their profile page?? ?The killer isn?t on Twitter?? Uh?? There was a third message scrawled in the book, but the writing had been obscured by blood. Adam could only make out one word: ?Of??
?I?d appreciate it if you?d let the rest know?? Sam mumbled. He dropped to his knees before toppling over sideways. There he lay, smiling, his eyes closed, in a pool of his own blood, as the last sparks of life faded away. Adam brushed the tears from his eyes before turning and walking away, leaving Sam in peace.
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26[sup]th[/sup] of may, Ownage's house, south-east england."Hello?"
"Hello Ownage, It's me, I know you figured it out."
"Oh god, how do you know!"
"Sam was never very good at keeping secrets was he? I would have killed him to stop him squealing, but you lot did my work for me."
"Sam, he told you?"
"Not necessarily, he was interrogating me just like he did to you, and I put two and two together, just like you did."
"You're going to kill me aren't you?"
"No, I'm going to let your friends do it themselves, they found out about the interrogations, at first they thought Sam was trying to cover his tracks, and they did him in, now they know he was telling the truth, and the first thing they are going to think is that you where being interrogated, they are coming for you."
The line promptly goes dead.
Suddenly, ownage hears a knock at the door, has if on cue, his best friend comes in.
"Oh, hi Sky, surprising seeing you here with a killer on the loose, with everyone a suspect."
"We couldn't leave you alone on your birthday Ownage, we're having a party for you over at the wall."
Ownage follows sky to the party, suppressing the conversation had earlier. He walks into the party, hardly suspecting a thing, with sky following closely behind. The door slams shut behind him, sealing him in a pitch black room, then what the killer said comes back to him.
"I'm going to let your friends do it themselves."
...It was a trap...
Ownage collapses to the floor, the poisonous gas spreading through his lungs, gasping for air, hoping to hold on long enough to reveal the killers identity, but can only muster a gasp for air and the words "The killer is..." before breathing his last breath.
Lilgherkin sat in his house as he would any other day, the investigation as to who the killer was still plagued his mind. As he fired up his Mac Lilgherkin had realized that Half-Life 2 had finally been ported to Mac. He had been waiting an hour for hte download to complete itself. He had finally started playing it when all of the sudden it had frozen, the screen cut to black and script appeared in the corner of the computer screen.
"FREEZE!!!" Lilgherkin sat there looking closer at the screen trying to make out what the font said, his vision had faded from constant gaming. Suddenly he heard the click of a gun's hammer. He looked up from the computer.
"Don't turn around," the killer said in a cold tone. Lilgherkin sat there perfectly still.
"Where do I know that voice?" Lilgherkin said out loud. He glanced around the room, catching the killers face in a mirror on an adjacent wall.
"It's you! I should have known all along." The killer ordered Lilgherkin down onto his knees with his hands behind his head in order for an execution style kill. Lilgherkin sat there thinking of an escape route. The killer pointed the gun at the back of his head. Lilgherkin decided to make a desperate move, trying to thrust his head back to knock the killers gun out of his hand. He moved his head back only to wind up the ground. He felt defeated knowing that he hit his head against the floor, thinking the killer was a lot closer.
"Nice try," the killer said.
"Can I sit back up so it doesn't look like I failed miserably at my attempt to knock the gun out of your hand?" A shot rang out at that moment.
"Nope."
"FREEZE!!!" Lilgherkin sat there looking closer at the screen trying to make out what the font said, his vision had faded from constant gaming. Suddenly he heard the click of a gun's hammer. He looked up from the computer.
"Don't turn around," the killer said in a cold tone. Lilgherkin sat there perfectly still.
"Where do I know that voice?" Lilgherkin said out loud. He glanced around the room, catching the killers face in a mirror on an adjacent wall.
"It's you! I should have known all along." The killer ordered Lilgherkin down onto his knees with his hands behind his head in order for an execution style kill. Lilgherkin sat there thinking of an escape route. The killer pointed the gun at the back of his head. Lilgherkin decided to make a desperate move, trying to thrust his head back to knock the killers gun out of his hand. He moved his head back only to wind up the ground. He felt defeated knowing that he hit his head against the floor, thinking the killer was a lot closer.
"Nice try," the killer said.
"Can I sit back up so it doesn't look like I failed miserably at my attempt to knock the gun out of your hand?" A shot rang out at that moment.
"Nope."
A day like any other, Raven thought as he sat down to watch the 10PM news. The headlines, as usual, were stories of death and destruction across the world. Not surprisingly, four of the recently deceased had been killed in Raven's own home town. He would know. He had attended each funeral, even though it had been horribly depressing. The newcomer had been the first to go, cut down in a brutal knife attack; the second death had been performed by lethal injection. Raven shuddered at the idea; he hated needles. All the same, the second had been a poor decision. Raven had voted against the execution.
The third death troubled Raven. It was a simple killing, but the coldness of it scared him slightly. Who could have known exactly where the victim had hid, and been skilled enough to put a single bullet through their head? And the fourth... that had just been wrong. No human being should have had to suffer the way he had.
The third murder had scattered the seeds of panic. No release had been made to the media about Sleek's murder, but news was quick to travel. And the third execution had been brutal. The deceased had actually been helpful, identifying a few traits the murderer possessed. And the poisoning of UltimateOwnage scared him. He was starting to wonder how his friends could have such evil in their hearts; watching the poison gas kill him had disgusted Raven. All the same, the killings seemed so... random, with no specific style, motive or reason to them. It was as if the murderer amongst Raven's friends enjoyed committing such crimes, and liked to watch their fellow citizens die, even if he had no hand in it.
A series of panicked knocks on Raven's door caused him to jump. Peering through the eyehole in the door, he saw only a close friend of his; Natalie Miller. Raven wondered what she was doing out so late. And she looked scared out of her mind, close to crying. Maybe she had seen someone killed. Or worse... Raven hurried to unbolt the door, and opened it. "Natalie? Sweetie? Are you all right?" he asked gently.
"Raven..." Natalie stepped forward and hugged him, though there was no warmth to the embrace. "I... I'm sorry, Raven. I had no choice... it was either me or you... I'm so afraid... I don't want to do this..." She started to softly sob into his shoulder.
"What? What are you saying, Nati?" Raven started to panic slightly. Still crying, Natalie let go, stumbled back a few steps and started walking away quickly, leaving him bewildered on the doorstep. He followed her, not willing to let her walk around on her own. "Natalie, wait!" he called after her, catching up to her after a few minutes. "What's going on? Please, tell me."
"We're here for you, Raven. We've made our decision, and it's time to carry out the method of execution," a voice said from the shadows. Three figures emerged and made themselves visible under the streetlights. "Natalie... we're sorry, but you have to die as well." With that, the lead figure pulled a pistol from under his jacket and shot Natalie three times with brutal precision. She collapsed, instantly dying.
"Natalie! NO!" Raven screamed as he caught her falling body. He cradled her head in his arm, looking into her eyes. Tears streamed from his face as he watched her life fade away in his arms. Ever so gently, Raven slid her eyes closed with his fingers, then laid her on the footpath with the utmost respect. Then he stood, and turned to the shadowy group, the fire of vengeance in his heart.
"You bastards! Murdering bastards!" he blindly raged at them, punching one out with a single hit. "You had no need - no right - to kill her! She wasn't part of this!"
"No witnesses. That's what we agreed on," the speaker for the group said. "Now you're coming with us, Raven Sanderson." With that, another member produced a coarse fabric sack and pulled it over Raven's head. The next thing he knew was pain as the second shadow punched him in the gut, dropping him to the floor. Raven's head hit the concrete footpath hard, and he blacked out.
When Raven woke up to a swirling cocktail of pain, confusion and grief, he was tightly tied to a steel chair, which was bolted to the floor. The speaker sat opposite him across a table. "Ah, good, you're awake," he said before he scratched at his neck. Catching a loose piece of "skin", he pulled a complete facial mask off to reveal the man known as Ryan, AKA NeoAC. "You've set us quite a puzzle, Raven."
"Wha-? Canadaman? Why did you..." Then the final piece slid into place. "Oh, frag me sideways... you have got to be kidding me," Raven said. "You think I'm the murderer among us? That is the most ridiculous idea I have ever heard since the number eleven."
"Even when you know you're screwed, Raven, you still try to make jokes," Neo answered. "That's usually the mark of a murderer. You're not helping your case."
"I'm as innocent as you, or Lambi, or Philip."
"Who?"
"Pm0n3y."
"Oh. Well, you know what, Raven? I'm done playing games with you." Neo stood up and began to slowly walk around his victim. "We have significant evidence that you murdered Lambi, Atticus and Sleek. Only you know how to use a knife like that, I've seen you do it. And the accuracy of that shot... Tell me one thing. Why did you kill them? Why did you snuff out their lives like a backstabbing scumbag?"
Raven ignored the questions. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Bring yourself down to the murderer's level? Oh, wait. You already did that by killing Natalie, you cold-hearted bastard!" Raven struggled with the ropes binding him, trying to escape so he could extinguish Neo's life with his bare hands. After a few fruitless efforts, he gave up, slumped in his chair and started to cry. He looked up at his assailant, spent and defeated.
The he stopped crying, and looked up at Neo with eyes filled with contempt. "I will not be weak... I will not cower... in my moment of trial, I am strong," he murmured defiantly, before raising his voice. "If you feel you must do this, Neo, then end your suspicion. Kill me. But before you do, know this: if you execute me, there will be another one of us dead within the week." He spoke with conviction, as if his words were prophetic. It was not an opinion; it was a statement of fact.
"I tried to tell you I'm not the killer, but you didn't listen to me. No-one listens to me any more."
"Any last requests, Raven Sanderson?" Neo drew his pistol and placed it against Raven's forehead. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the trigger, sending the bullet straight through his head and spraying a grisly cloud of blood, bone and brain matter against the wall. The chair fell backwards, clattering to the floor with Raven still tied to it. He gazed at the ceiling with sightless eyes. Another innocent life had been taken in the relentless pursuit of the murderer among his friends.
The third death troubled Raven. It was a simple killing, but the coldness of it scared him slightly. Who could have known exactly where the victim had hid, and been skilled enough to put a single bullet through their head? And the fourth... that had just been wrong. No human being should have had to suffer the way he had.
The third murder had scattered the seeds of panic. No release had been made to the media about Sleek's murder, but news was quick to travel. And the third execution had been brutal. The deceased had actually been helpful, identifying a few traits the murderer possessed. And the poisoning of UltimateOwnage scared him. He was starting to wonder how his friends could have such evil in their hearts; watching the poison gas kill him had disgusted Raven. All the same, the killings seemed so... random, with no specific style, motive or reason to them. It was as if the murderer amongst Raven's friends enjoyed committing such crimes, and liked to watch their fellow citizens die, even if he had no hand in it.
A series of panicked knocks on Raven's door caused him to jump. Peering through the eyehole in the door, he saw only a close friend of his; Natalie Miller. Raven wondered what she was doing out so late. And she looked scared out of her mind, close to crying. Maybe she had seen someone killed. Or worse... Raven hurried to unbolt the door, and opened it. "Natalie? Sweetie? Are you all right?" he asked gently.
"Raven..." Natalie stepped forward and hugged him, though there was no warmth to the embrace. "I... I'm sorry, Raven. I had no choice... it was either me or you... I'm so afraid... I don't want to do this..." She started to softly sob into his shoulder.
"What? What are you saying, Nati?" Raven started to panic slightly. Still crying, Natalie let go, stumbled back a few steps and started walking away quickly, leaving him bewildered on the doorstep. He followed her, not willing to let her walk around on her own. "Natalie, wait!" he called after her, catching up to her after a few minutes. "What's going on? Please, tell me."
"We're here for you, Raven. We've made our decision, and it's time to carry out the method of execution," a voice said from the shadows. Three figures emerged and made themselves visible under the streetlights. "Natalie... we're sorry, but you have to die as well." With that, the lead figure pulled a pistol from under his jacket and shot Natalie three times with brutal precision. She collapsed, instantly dying.
"Natalie! NO!" Raven screamed as he caught her falling body. He cradled her head in his arm, looking into her eyes. Tears streamed from his face as he watched her life fade away in his arms. Ever so gently, Raven slid her eyes closed with his fingers, then laid her on the footpath with the utmost respect. Then he stood, and turned to the shadowy group, the fire of vengeance in his heart.
"You bastards! Murdering bastards!" he blindly raged at them, punching one out with a single hit. "You had no need - no right - to kill her! She wasn't part of this!"
"No witnesses. That's what we agreed on," the speaker for the group said. "Now you're coming with us, Raven Sanderson." With that, another member produced a coarse fabric sack and pulled it over Raven's head. The next thing he knew was pain as the second shadow punched him in the gut, dropping him to the floor. Raven's head hit the concrete footpath hard, and he blacked out.
When Raven woke up to a swirling cocktail of pain, confusion and grief, he was tightly tied to a steel chair, which was bolted to the floor. The speaker sat opposite him across a table. "Ah, good, you're awake," he said before he scratched at his neck. Catching a loose piece of "skin", he pulled a complete facial mask off to reveal the man known as Ryan, AKA NeoAC. "You've set us quite a puzzle, Raven."
"Wha-? Canadaman? Why did you..." Then the final piece slid into place. "Oh, frag me sideways... you have got to be kidding me," Raven said. "You think I'm the murderer among us? That is the most ridiculous idea I have ever heard since the number eleven."
"Even when you know you're screwed, Raven, you still try to make jokes," Neo answered. "That's usually the mark of a murderer. You're not helping your case."
"I'm as innocent as you, or Lambi, or Philip."
"Who?"
"Pm0n3y."
"Oh. Well, you know what, Raven? I'm done playing games with you." Neo stood up and began to slowly walk around his victim. "We have significant evidence that you murdered Lambi, Atticus and Sleek. Only you know how to use a knife like that, I've seen you do it. And the accuracy of that shot... Tell me one thing. Why did you kill them? Why did you snuff out their lives like a backstabbing scumbag?"
Raven ignored the questions. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Bring yourself down to the murderer's level? Oh, wait. You already did that by killing Natalie, you cold-hearted bastard!" Raven struggled with the ropes binding him, trying to escape so he could extinguish Neo's life with his bare hands. After a few fruitless efforts, he gave up, slumped in his chair and started to cry. He looked up at his assailant, spent and defeated.
The he stopped crying, and looked up at Neo with eyes filled with contempt. "I will not be weak... I will not cower... in my moment of trial, I am strong," he murmured defiantly, before raising his voice. "If you feel you must do this, Neo, then end your suspicion. Kill me. But before you do, know this: if you execute me, there will be another one of us dead within the week." He spoke with conviction, as if his words were prophetic. It was not an opinion; it was a statement of fact.
"I tried to tell you I'm not the killer, but you didn't listen to me. No-one listens to me any more."
"Any last requests, Raven Sanderson?" Neo drew his pistol and placed it against Raven's forehead. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the trigger, sending the bullet straight through his head and spraying a grisly cloud of blood, bone and brain matter against the wall. The chair fell backwards, clattering to the floor with Raven still tied to it. He gazed at the ceiling with sightless eyes. Another innocent life had been taken in the relentless pursuit of the murderer among his friends.
The wind whistles, echoing through the dark, gnarled trees. A lone figure sits on a fallen tree, a small fire burning duly at his feet.
Several birds call and reply to each other in the trees all around. The figure turns his head at a few of the calls, a light smile creasing his face.
The beauty of nature, calm yet chaotic... Dek mutters as a twig snaps, clear in the relative noise.
The birds calling cease at the intrusion of their conversation, another dark figure approaches from the edge of the forest. The mask conceals the killers identity, but the veil of contempt around him cannot be hidden.
You finally came for me...here I thought I got to be safe, he shrugs, I guess, it's the end of my time, heh.
The masked man stares impassively.
What? No speech for me to somehow get out of this situation, or allow some saviour to come?
No.
How dull...ah well, just get it over with, I'll be damned if I want to kick around here anymore.
The masked man raises his revolver, an old fashioned .358 calibre.
Shit, I didn't realise this was the Wild West...I would have stole a sombrero if I had known, he grins, trying to surpress the fear.
The echo from the bullets explosion from the barrel drowns out all sound in the forest. As the echo dies down the frantic squawks and squeals of the forest life replace the emptiness.
Dek lies on the forest floor, a pool of blood slowly spreading from the exit wound on his back, the entry hole placed right over his heart, providing an instant kill. The same light grin is plastered on his face, now a horrid version across the dead mans face.
The masked man holsters his gun before bowing his head and leaving the scene amongst the cacophony of the forest, leaving the corpse to rot back into nature.
Several birds call and reply to each other in the trees all around. The figure turns his head at a few of the calls, a light smile creasing his face.
The beauty of nature, calm yet chaotic... Dek mutters as a twig snaps, clear in the relative noise.
The birds calling cease at the intrusion of their conversation, another dark figure approaches from the edge of the forest. The mask conceals the killers identity, but the veil of contempt around him cannot be hidden.
You finally came for me...here I thought I got to be safe, he shrugs, I guess, it's the end of my time, heh.
The masked man stares impassively.
What? No speech for me to somehow get out of this situation, or allow some saviour to come?
No.
How dull...ah well, just get it over with, I'll be damned if I want to kick around here anymore.
The masked man raises his revolver, an old fashioned .358 calibre.
Shit, I didn't realise this was the Wild West...I would have stole a sombrero if I had known, he grins, trying to surpress the fear.
The echo from the bullets explosion from the barrel drowns out all sound in the forest. As the echo dies down the frantic squawks and squeals of the forest life replace the emptiness.
Dek lies on the forest floor, a pool of blood slowly spreading from the exit wound on his back, the entry hole placed right over his heart, providing an instant kill. The same light grin is plastered on his face, now a horrid version across the dead mans face.
The masked man holsters his gun before bowing his head and leaving the scene amongst the cacophony of the forest, leaving the corpse to rot back into nature.
