Serial Killer Round 60: Mansion of Eternity (Game over!!!! Lost Soul's victory!!!!)
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[HEADING=1]Someones been picked! Someones gotta die! Check your inbox, it might be you![/HEADING]
You guys are seriously lucky, the last second vote from Mezahmay saved a non-voter from being executed.[footnote]I may be partially responsible for that.[/footnote]
You guys are seriously lucky, the last second vote from Mezahmay saved a non-voter from being executed.[footnote]I may be partially responsible for that.[/footnote]
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Of course it would be me, the vampire, who would get blamed for the murder of Derpy. Despite my protestations about stereotyping and profiling, one crowbar to the head and some time later I awoke to find myself tied to a chair, surrounded by a crowd of my fellow party-goers. Aerosteam and T0ad seemed to be in charge of the mob, the latter I could understand since I'd been responsible for his death in a past life but the robot, that was odd. What reason would he have to pin the murder on me?
"Whatever happened to the justice system in this world?" I asked to no avail.
"Anyone got any silver bullets?" one of the mob called over my head.
"What do I look like, a werewolf?" I exclaimed, "Do it properly at-least."
"Oh yeah," another cried, disappearing into the kitchen, before returning with a medium-rare steak that had been grilling in the oven for dinner, before Kira struck that is.
"That's not..." I shook my head in disbelief, before deciding to go along with it, "Oh well..."
I tucked into my last meal, savouring each juicy bite. I even had some chips and a nice cider to go along with it. The mob waited around me expectantly and began to become restless as it became clear I wasn't dying.
"Wait a minute," Blue Rocker said with a look of realisation on his face, "That's the wrong type of the steak! We need a stake."
"Finally," I said in exasperation, "Make sure it's nice and sharp too,"
As he hurried away to find a suitable implement, a few of the mob gathered around me with dark looks of their faces... or at-least I imagined so behind their masks.
"Any last words?" Caramel Frappe hissed through his Xenomorph suit.
"If... no, when I turn out to be innocent, just remember who was so eager to push for my execution," I shrugged, "Just a hint, be careful who you trust in this game,"
Blue Rocker returned with a sharpened wooden peg, which he handed triumphantly to Aerosteam. He placed it against my dead heart, holding a mallet high in readiness to strike.
"See you in hell," I whispered as he struck downwards in one blow, freeing my soul at last from this cursed Earth.
"Whatever happened to the justice system in this world?" I asked to no avail.
"Anyone got any silver bullets?" one of the mob called over my head.
"What do I look like, a werewolf?" I exclaimed, "Do it properly at-least."
"Oh yeah," another cried, disappearing into the kitchen, before returning with a medium-rare steak that had been grilling in the oven for dinner, before Kira struck that is.
"That's not..." I shook my head in disbelief, before deciding to go along with it, "Oh well..."
I tucked into my last meal, savouring each juicy bite. I even had some chips and a nice cider to go along with it. The mob waited around me expectantly and began to become restless as it became clear I wasn't dying.
"Wait a minute," Blue Rocker said with a look of realisation on his face, "That's the wrong type of the steak! We need a stake."
"Finally," I said in exasperation, "Make sure it's nice and sharp too,"
As he hurried away to find a suitable implement, a few of the mob gathered around me with dark looks of their faces... or at-least I imagined so behind their masks.
"Any last words?" Caramel Frappe hissed through his Xenomorph suit.
"If... no, when I turn out to be innocent, just remember who was so eager to push for my execution," I shrugged, "Just a hint, be careful who you trust in this game,"
Blue Rocker returned with a sharpened wooden peg, which he handed triumphantly to Aerosteam. He placed it against my dead heart, holding a mallet high in readiness to strike.
"See you in hell," I whispered as he struck downwards in one blow, freeing my soul at last from this cursed Earth.
@Jojo: "...How come Bluerocker got a shout out and I didn't? I run a private army that makes ISIS look like a bunch of kids and I even had Daily Executions in the Brotherhood. Doesn't anyone remember the 90s!?" Kane complains as he walks over and take's Jojo's wallet, Stealth Tanks were cheaper then Mammoths, but still costly by the dozen.
@Jojo: "..."
/Jk, Ripping the dead mans piss as it were
//"Ripping the Piss" is a an Irish Slang term for trolling
/Jk, Ripping the dead mans piss as it were
//"Ripping the Piss" is a an Irish Slang term for trolling
[HEADING=1]The Arbiter has struck! His victim? An innocent soul.[/HEADING]
Two more of you have passed. T0ad 0f Truth slaughtered Dirty Cop James funs in a bloody fight. What will become of our lost souls with two of their most powerful roles gone?
Two more of you have passed. T0ad 0f Truth slaughtered Dirty Cop James funs in a bloody fight. What will become of our lost souls with two of their most powerful roles gone?