Uh ohs, this means the killer is on the prowl again! D:
EVERYBODY WHO'S STILL ALIVE, RUUUUUUUUUUUN!
*sits back with popcorn*
EVERYBODY WHO'S STILL ALIVE, RUUUUUUUUUUUN!
*sits back with popcorn*
Serial Killer - Round Five
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Huh. Work was easier than I thought. 
Well, here is my death.
Not the best but I tried.
Probably a bit too much dialogue but I tried. How did I do?
Now to watch the chaos of people shitting their internet pants realizing that I'm not the killer. XD
Well, here is my death.
Not the best but I tried.
Atticus was never afraid of dying. He always figured that he wouldn't die until he grew old. Luck always seemed to be on his side and because of that, he felt pretty cocky when the killer was loose.
"Oh, I'll be fine. Luck is on MY side" he said. He never knew how wrong he was.
Atticus had finished his work during class, so he went home early. After a bus ride, he arrived at his empty apartment. Or, at least he thought it was empty. When he entered his room, he saw a man in a suit and black hat, eating some left over candy he had laying around.
"Mmm. This is some pretty fucking good carmel you got here." said the man.
"Woah. What the fuck!" yelled Atticus. He felt nervous, now.
"And a hello to you too." the man said, sounding a bit agitated.
"Who the hell are you?!?"
"Ah, yes. How rude of me. Let me introduce myself. I am the person who has been hired to kill you." The man then raised a gun to Atticus's forehead.
"WHAT? Why?" asked Atticus, his voice crackling.
"I think it's fairly obvious, 'killer'."
Then Atticus realized what was going on. His friends thought he was the killer. The idea of his friends betraying him like that gave him the feeling of a bullet hitting his back.
"Wait! Why do they think I am the killer?" asked Atticus, in hope of getting an explanation.
"I don't know." said the man. "I just do what I'm told to do."
"But what if I'm not the killer?" asked Atticus, hoping for a way to get out of the situation he was in.
"I don't care." said the man. "All I care about is that I'm getting paid. And all YOU should care about is that I'm your fucking angel of death."
Sweat and tears were shooting down Atticus's face as the man readied his gun. There was a long silence, which made the situation even more painful. He had a feeling that the man was doing this on purpose.
"Any last words?" the man finally asked.
"Go fuck yourself!" yelled Atticus.
"I was hoping for something a little more original but okay."
The man finally pulled the trigger. The final sight of the man filled Atticus with so much rage. Rage that his friends betrayed him and rage that he could not get his revenge. He could do nothing and he knew it.
"Oh, I'll be fine. Luck is on MY side" he said. He never knew how wrong he was.
Atticus had finished his work during class, so he went home early. After a bus ride, he arrived at his empty apartment. Or, at least he thought it was empty. When he entered his room, he saw a man in a suit and black hat, eating some left over candy he had laying around.
"Mmm. This is some pretty fucking good carmel you got here." said the man.
"Woah. What the fuck!" yelled Atticus. He felt nervous, now.
"And a hello to you too." the man said, sounding a bit agitated.
"Who the hell are you?!?"
"Ah, yes. How rude of me. Let me introduce myself. I am the person who has been hired to kill you." The man then raised a gun to Atticus's forehead.
"WHAT? Why?" asked Atticus, his voice crackling.
"I think it's fairly obvious, 'killer'."
Then Atticus realized what was going on. His friends thought he was the killer. The idea of his friends betraying him like that gave him the feeling of a bullet hitting his back.
"Wait! Why do they think I am the killer?" asked Atticus, in hope of getting an explanation.
"I don't know." said the man. "I just do what I'm told to do."
"But what if I'm not the killer?" asked Atticus, hoping for a way to get out of the situation he was in.
"I don't care." said the man. "All I care about is that I'm getting paid. And all YOU should care about is that I'm your fucking angel of death."
Sweat and tears were shooting down Atticus's face as the man readied his gun. There was a long silence, which made the situation even more painful. He had a feeling that the man was doing this on purpose.
"Any last words?" the man finally asked.
"Go fuck yourself!" yelled Atticus.
"I was hoping for something a little more original but okay."
The man finally pulled the trigger. The final sight of the man filled Atticus with so much rage. Rage that his friends betrayed him and rage that he could not get his revenge. He could do nothing and he knew it.
Now to watch the chaos of people shitting their internet pants realizing that I'm not the killer. XD
...Well yeah Berethond.
YOU JERKS D:<
YOU JERKS D:<
Btw, random but hows Guardians Of London going? I keep going in the thread and I get completely lost now xDBerethond said:
Uhh...Neonbob said:
I would... But I'm also dead x:
That's amazingly confusingBerethond said:
Yeah I saw the alien lady daughter was there -_-, glad I left when I did. Ah well! Good luck with your epic battle
, don't let L_A hog the limelight!
@ Neon in response to his post on page 5:
Hey. Don't mess with Arcadion, or I'll get the Master of FPSes to cap a pop in yo' ass.
Wait... that's not right. XD
Hey. Don't mess with Arcadion, or I'll get the Master of FPSes to cap a pop in yo' ass.
Wait... that's not right. XD