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Serial Killer - Round Five
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Wow, missed quite a bit.
Firstly: Nice death DuplicateValue.
Secondly: Dang Nuke, sorry about you're death.
Thirdly:... Uh, bananas?
Alright, that's it. I believe I'm caught up.
Firstly: Nice death DuplicateValue.
Secondly: Dang Nuke, sorry about you're death.
Thirdly:... Uh, bananas?
Alright, that's it. I believe I'm caught up.
It's late, I was drunk while writing, and I'm depressed. Let's see how bad it sucks.
[HEADING=1]Murder at Midnight[/HEADING]
[small]By Raymond H. W. (A.K.A Exictednuke)[/small]
He sat forward on a bar stool, his vision hazy from an overdose of various imported liquors. His mind was awash with drunken fantasies of hot chicks, expensive cars, and giant gorillas throwing feces at each other. He chuckled to himself at the third thought. In front of the young man was a single barkeep, cleaning a dirty glass with a dirty rag as he would every night. Once again it was almost closing time, and once again the owner of the bar had to muster up the courage to kick him out.
"Ray, it's closing time buddy. I'm sorry buddy, but if you wanna drink your going to have to do it at home." The owner spoke in a gentle tone, his voice musical and whimsical like a symphony of string instruments playing in perfect unison. By no means did this mean the barkeep was a friendly guy, Ray had once seen him toss a guy out a window, what he didn't see was the amount of surgery required to remove the shattered glass from Ray's chest.
"Whatever you say Billy." Ray had called the barkeep 'Billy' for the fifth time this week, actually the man's name was Xavier, how he got the name Billy into his head was beyond me. After gulping down the remainder of his beer Ray headed out the bar, just after leaving his keys with the owner for liability reasons. He stumped out the door only to be greeted by a blizzard, typical whether for the shit hole that was the upper class neighbor hood he lived in.
"Man, fuck snow! It's all cold and shit!" He began to rant as he trudged through the piles of the white fluff, leaving large boot prints behind. "Why does snow have to be cold? It would be so much better if it was warm! That would kickass! Then it would all melt and there wouldn't be snow! Ha. I'm fucking brilliant! I should be a doctor or some shit like that!"
During his ramblings he turned towards an alleyway, a good shortcut to get to his house before his curfew, midnight. "Nah. Creepy people hangout in alley ways, like Billy." He decided not to take the shortcut, a decision that would cost him his life. He trudged down the street some more and the cold (combined with his drunken state) was starting to impair his already poor judgment. A glowing neon sign was visible in the fury of winter, simply reading "MOTEL"
Ray shrugged to himself, Motels were always sleazy, but he needed a place to rest. He continued further, almost tripping over the curb of the sidewalk twice. He was about ten feet away from the front door, then something hit him, a 9mm bullet to the back. He fell forward into the snow, grasping his side in pain. The person who fired chuckled to themselves as they drew closer, emptying the clip into his body. With each shot his body jolted upwards, as if he was rapidly switching between life and death. As the last gunshot rang out the killer walked away, blood pooled around Ray's lifeless corpse, and the clock struck midnight...
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Oh dear god this sucks. Probably riddled with typos that I will fix later...
[HEADING=1]Murder at Midnight[/HEADING]
[small]By Raymond H. W. (A.K.A Exictednuke)[/small]
He sat forward on a bar stool, his vision hazy from an overdose of various imported liquors. His mind was awash with drunken fantasies of hot chicks, expensive cars, and giant gorillas throwing feces at each other. He chuckled to himself at the third thought. In front of the young man was a single barkeep, cleaning a dirty glass with a dirty rag as he would every night. Once again it was almost closing time, and once again the owner of the bar had to muster up the courage to kick him out.
"Ray, it's closing time buddy. I'm sorry buddy, but if you wanna drink your going to have to do it at home." The owner spoke in a gentle tone, his voice musical and whimsical like a symphony of string instruments playing in perfect unison. By no means did this mean the barkeep was a friendly guy, Ray had once seen him toss a guy out a window, what he didn't see was the amount of surgery required to remove the shattered glass from Ray's chest.
"Whatever you say Billy." Ray had called the barkeep 'Billy' for the fifth time this week, actually the man's name was Xavier, how he got the name Billy into his head was beyond me. After gulping down the remainder of his beer Ray headed out the bar, just after leaving his keys with the owner for liability reasons. He stumped out the door only to be greeted by a blizzard, typical whether for the shit hole that was the upper class neighbor hood he lived in.
"Man, fuck snow! It's all cold and shit!" He began to rant as he trudged through the piles of the white fluff, leaving large boot prints behind. "Why does snow have to be cold? It would be so much better if it was warm! That would kickass! Then it would all melt and there wouldn't be snow! Ha. I'm fucking brilliant! I should be a doctor or some shit like that!"
During his ramblings he turned towards an alleyway, a good shortcut to get to his house before his curfew, midnight. "Nah. Creepy people hangout in alley ways, like Billy." He decided not to take the shortcut, a decision that would cost him his life. He trudged down the street some more and the cold (combined with his drunken state) was starting to impair his already poor judgment. A glowing neon sign was visible in the fury of winter, simply reading "MOTEL"
Ray shrugged to himself, Motels were always sleazy, but he needed a place to rest. He continued further, almost tripping over the curb of the sidewalk twice. He was about ten feet away from the front door, then something hit him, a 9mm bullet to the back. He fell forward into the snow, grasping his side in pain. The person who fired chuckled to themselves as they drew closer, emptying the clip into his body. With each shot his body jolted upwards, as if he was rapidly switching between life and death. As the last gunshot rang out the killer walked away, blood pooled around Ray's lifeless corpse, and the clock struck midnight...
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Oh dear god this sucks. Probably riddled with typos that I will fix later...
Note to self: Do not meet that hooker in the motel. It's not worth it. And she's probably fallen. Because he's there waiting, watching, thirsting for my blood.
*Tumble weed*
Uh... I've notice a pattern of people posting when someone dies, then stop posting for about twelve hours until another person dies.
Anyway can we prevent this or is this how it is every round [sub](I just started in round four so I wouldn't know what it was like.
)[/sub]?
Uh... I've notice a pattern of people posting when someone dies, then stop posting for about twelve hours until another person dies.
Anyway can we prevent this or is this how it is every round [sub](I just started in round four so I wouldn't know what it was like.
)[/sub]?
Now I am no longer a ghost it's time to build my fort, anyone up for some missile turrets and 5 inch thick steel walls?
Dun dun do doooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Come on guys, keep it alive! I'm trying but I've been ill for the past 2 days -.- these headaches won't go away damnit D:<
Come on guys, keep it alive! I'm trying but I've been ill for the past 2 days -.- these headaches won't go away damnit D:<
Another awesomely written death brought to you by the Serial Killer RP!
Also, completely off topic: Hope, if you want, I can make your avatar so that it doesn't zoom out and resize all the time.
Also, completely off topic: Hope, if you want, I can make your avatar so that it doesn't zoom out and resize all the time.
ALAS!!! I have DIED!!!
... Again.
Alright, now that that's out of the way, I'll write up a death later. I got some work to do first but it won't be way too long for you to wait.
Sorry though.
... Again.
Alright, now that that's out of the way, I'll write up a death later. I got some work to do first but it won't be way too long for you to wait.
Sorry though.