Serial Killer Round 43 - Welcome to the Killtona 500 (Finish Line Reached! Race is Over!)
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All right, that's enough time...
[HEADING=1]THE LYNCHEE HAS BEEN CHOSEN![/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]The vote ended in another tie, but because one voted and the other didn't, they will be the one to go! Will we see an execution out of them? Let's find out![/HEADING]
[/quote][HEADING=2]The vote ended in another tie, but because one voted and the other didn't, they will be the one to go! Will we see an execution out of them? Let's find out![/HEADING]
There was no catching up to the rest. The Killtona 500 might as well have been over. But Schizzy would not stop. Neither rain nor shine. At the end, no one could accuse him of being a quitter. He heard something in his headset. Probably his manager telling him to stop, to throw in the towel. As he exit the next turn, he bit down hard, dropped the hammer and floored it.
Then something smashed through his windshield.
The glass shards tore at his face and scuffed at his goggles. It would've stopped a lesser man. But he has had worse.
The spiderweb of cracks left on his windshield should've made it impossible to drive. But he knew every inch of the track. He could drive it with eyes closed.
But more objects came flying through. It was raining nuts, bolts and bricks now. As the windshield shattered to pieces, he heard it. The crowd baying for his blood. Saying crazy things. Accusing him. Not for being a quitter. But for murdering Ynnek.
How? I was last car!
But debate was a moot point now.
A tyre flew right through into him.
Then something smashed through his windshield.
The glass shards tore at his face and scuffed at his goggles. It would've stopped a lesser man. But he has had worse.
The spiderweb of cracks left on his windshield should've made it impossible to drive. But he knew every inch of the track. He could drive it with eyes closed.
But more objects came flying through. It was raining nuts, bolts and bricks now. As the windshield shattered to pieces, he heard it. The crowd baying for his blood. Saying crazy things. Accusing him. Not for being a quitter. But for murdering Ynnek.
How? I was last car!
But debate was a moot point now.
A tyre flew right through into him.
@Kittyman: Congrats on becoming a two-time daddy. Definitely worth a crash out here.
Anyway,
Anyway,
[HEADING=1]SCHIZZY HAS BEEN EXECUTED![/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]His newborn son will be able to take a trip with Daddy up to the JIB as Kittyman is eliminated. Who will be next? Only the Killer knows...[/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]His newborn son will be able to take a trip with Daddy up to the JIB as Kittyman is eliminated. Who will be next? Only the Killer knows...[/HEADING]
Say, Neo, I just noticed. With the different forum layout, that yellow you picked is... well. Let's just say that yellow is never a good choice to write text in. =P
@CA: It's Gold! It's the color of winning! Charlie Sheen said so!
On a more relevant topic...
On a more relevant topic...
[HEADING=1]THE MURDER VICTIM HAS BEEN CHOSEN![/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]This Killer will now officially have a handful of kills. Who's the next victim? Let's wait and find out who becomes the next pile of smoldering wreckage...[/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]This Killer will now officially have a handful of kills. Who's the next victim? Let's wait and find out who becomes the next pile of smoldering wreckage...[/HEADING]
Well, I'm about to go without internet for a couple days due to a move so...
[HEADING=1]TRILBYWILL HAS BEEN MURDERED![/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]Another victim of the Killer falls. Vote now, and I'll see it when the guy hooks my internet up on Tuesday![/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]Another victim of the Killer falls. Vote now, and I'll see it when the guy hooks my internet up on Tuesday![/HEADING]
@RaN: If I'm feeling optimistic, it's a countdown until the day pigs will finally take flight.
I honestly had forgotten about his mod entirely. Glad to know the devs didn't.
I honestly had forgotten about his mod entirely. Glad to know the devs didn't.
@Link/RaN: Eh. I've never found the Half-Life series appealing, save for the Triage at Dawn track. It contributed to my fear/hatred of zombies.
@Neo: Vote incoming.
@Neo: Vote incoming.
@Schizzy: I've been busy.
[sub][sub][sub][sub]Building a safety fort to hide in...[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]
[sub][sub][sub][sub]Building a safety fort to hide in...[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]
@Chrome: It's quiet because I've been busy moving! And drinking! Anyway, once again you lot couldn't make up your minds, and since nobody has seen TrilbyWill in these parts lately, I had to go to a new tiebreaker, the Canadian quarter. Thus,
[HEADING=1]THE EXECUTION HAS BEEN DECIDED![/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]The caribou has spoken and another person will take that walk to the gallows. Did the coin choose correctly? Let's find out...[/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]The caribou has spoken and another person will take that walk to the gallows. Did the coin choose correctly? Let's find out...[/HEADING]
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missin' out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missin' out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone
The soft tones that drifted from my speakers were the only solace I could be granted today. Again I sat alone in my room with nothing but the drink in my hand and the slight ping of regret that my newfound apathy had brought along with it. Well...I suppose that ?alone? is the wrong word for it anymore. Now I was never alone no matter how hard I tried.
But what was the use in trying anymore? I had done everything in my power to be proactive in fighting the influence of their dark tendrils. I had put my life on the line many times trying to counteract the influence of the killer, trying desperately to tell my story to one that wouldn?t laugh me off as just being another insane rambler.
Of course it was all futile. It always was. The fire that had once burned inside me had been doused by the waters of misfortune.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
I took another sip of my drink and winced. I had been a little bit too generous with the gin for my pallet. It didn?t matter though...after downing a couple of these the integrity of my tastebuds would be demoted to a secondary concern. My drinking had somehow accelerated in these past months. At first it had been a coping mechanism for these horrid visions. Now...now it was just to take the shock away from their presence. The drooling and the grimaces were much less taxing on the sanity when fully embraced in the warmth of the rum demon.
A knock on the door. This should be good.
Do I divide and fall apart?
'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
The crowd had gathered outside, chanting their misguided accusations. I sighed and pointed towards the repurposed ambulance sitting in the street in front of my home. The ignored it completely, blinded by the bloodlust derived from those that lay beyond.
There was a time when I would have cared. But now...there was no stirring of emotion.
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
And we sleep inside of this machine
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
And we sleep inside of this machine
The execution was as swift as their judgment. A simple noose dangling from a tree. Honestly, I was glad they had enough foresight to bring a rope along for the ride. When these guys get the idea to kill off the last person who could even pretend to be helping, planning is rarely taken into consideration. I know that I should have been afraid when they placed the noose around my neck...but I wasn?t.
Apathy in the face of eternity is an odd proposition.
Yeah, you killed the medic. Good job guys.
I just kinda threw this together so I could get back to Guild Wars. >.>
For those who care, here's the song.