Raka_Putra: They say that war is hell... But you're not living a nightmare. You're having the time of your life. The action is intense and never stops. Gunfire is like music to you and explosions give you a rush you've never felt before. You're new to this kind of action, but already you're hooked. Submersed in a heated and vicious battle that you hope will never end, you finally feel like you've found your calling... But then, you realize something's wrong. You see something flying straight for you. "INCOMING RPG!" Shouts one of your fellow soldiers. You have only a split-second to react, but you're unable to move. There is a loud explosion. You hear faint, muffled voices in the background, but you can't distinguish them. You try to move, but you can't. You can't even seem to control your vision. You almost feel like you're choking... Soon, it's all over. Your fellow soldiers attend your funeral several days later, but it's not a military funeral. You didn't die in combat. You were just a kid who was never allowed to play video games. Your parents said it was too dangerous. When you disobeyed them and went to your friend's house to play the new war-themed first-person shooter on his 90-inch 3D HDTV, you got to experience a new world, but the 3D technology and fast movements triggered your condition and you had an episode. You had never taken your epilepsy seriously, but in the end, it got the better of you, causing you to bite off several pieces of your own tongue, which lodged in your throat. Your panicked friends wasted valuable minutes trying to help you instead of calling 911. Your parents ended up filiing a lawsuit against the company that developed the game, but ultimately lost, as there was a clear warning on the label.
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Shoenin_Kakashi: You lay dying, your thoughts garbled, speech impossible, motor skills nearly non-existent. If not for constant intravenus pain medication flow, you'd be screaming in agony with a headache of indescribable magnitude. You're surrounded by friends and family, as well as doctors. They could explain to you why you're dying, but you wouldn't understand their words. The diagnosis came, but far too late. You're terminal. At least your loved ones will be with you in your final moments, even though you are unaware of your surroundings... It all started many years ago. You had spent many years living in impoverished areas in South and Central America, running medical clinics. As a doctor, you had tried to self-diagnose during the initial stages of what was now killing you, but since your first "migraine" had occurred nearly seven years after you returned from your time abroad, you didn't think to look that far back. In those villages in third-world countries, you had cured those who would have died if not for the medical advancements you brought to them. You had always been careful to avoid local afflictions, taking every precaution necessary... but there was one completely harmless incident that you had overlooked. On day, a young, local boy had noticed that your shoes were somewhat worn and scuffed. You were famous for your distinct, old-fashioned dress-shoes. In fact, many locals called you "Doctor Shoes." The boy offered to bring the shoes to his father, a local shoemaker, to repair and shine, for a tiny price. Of course you agreed. You would never have considered saying no. You got your shoes back in pristine condition. As impressed by the work on your shoes as you were, you didn't realize they were a ticking time bomb. Before the boy had return them, he had walked around in them to show off to his friends. It was an innocent gesture, but the region would come to be known for ground-dwelling parasites, all of which would enter hosts through the feet, when stepped upon. The boy had stepped on one such type of parasite, and a few of them had been transfered to your shoe, and then transfered to you. Such parasites were not known of at the time, but could remain dormant, undetected for decades. Inside a human host, the parasites would move about, generally through the bloodstream. It was not uncommon for them to end up in the brain, as yours did. Your long-term headaches were the parasites feeding on your brain matter. When your doctors finally made this determination, it was too late to attack the parasites, and you had too little brain matter left to make any kind of recovery. As per your wishes, life support was eventually stopped.
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I have no idea. I don't know you in everyday life >_>
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Nio: After posting cutely drawn pictures of people and posting audio files of yourself saying things in a voice that blurred the line between disturbing and adorable, you decided it was time to do something crazy and fun... so you signed up to go skydiving. You had never done it before, but it seemed awesome. Of course it was a tandem jump, so you would be strapped to a professional skydiver who would open the parachute and get you to the ground safely. When the day finally came, you met with the professional, who happened to be the owner of the skydiving company, the planes and the airstrip. Not only was he a professional, he was the guy who started the company! You felt confident that nothing would go wrong and that you'd have the time of your life. Something seemed strange about the skydiver/owner though. He said his name was John Smith, but you just had this feeling he was lying to you... But whatever, you weren't about to let that ruin your good time! On the day of the dive, everything went as planned. The plane got up to altitude on a perfectly clear, low-wind day. John and you jumped out... and it was glorious, adrenaline-inducing freefall. It was the most awesome feeling you ever had. At one point, you saw something small and black in the distance out of the corner of your eye, but you disregarded it. The ground began to get closer, and John engaged the parachute. Now the descent was slower. You were able to look around at the magnificent view as you and professional skydiver floated down slowly. Even though it wasn't a very windy day, the airflow at your altitude was enough to make it difficult to hear, so you didn't hear what was approaching at first... About two hundred feet above ground, you began to distinguish a consistent beat that seemed to be getting closer. It almost sounded like a helicopter... Suddenly, you saw something out of the corver of your eye. You turned to see a massive, black shape approaching. Before you can react, your paths cross... The military helicopter shoots through the air, its blades chopping John and you to pieces... In the hours that followed, a story developed that a military prototype helicopter called the Neo-Raptor H-3, an advanced Black Hawk helicopter had malfunctioned, forcing an emergency landing on a civilian airstrip. Two casualties were reported... You and John Smith. However, the true story was covered up. John Smith was no civilian, nor was he John Smith... He was an ex-military pilot turned domestic terrorist responsible for the bombings of several government buildings. His real name was... Regaro Ukiera (OMG PLOT TWIST!). The helicopter incident was no accident. Ukiera had been the target, and you unfortunately were collateral damage... or maybe you were the leader of a Malaysian drug cartel >_>. Since sketchy incidents leave behind only sketchy details, the world may never truly know what happened that day...
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Maniac: Well, it's no secret that you a maniac, but what is a secret is your maniacal work. As a chemist, you obviously know a lot about chemicals, and as a crazy person who has been given his two-week termination notice (the company you work for has decided that you've become a liability considering you've been acting borderline psychotic for years... well that is, you WERE acting borderline psychotic for years up until a few months ago when you decided to drop the "borderline.") In any case, your ass got canned... but you're not going to take it lightly. In fact, you actually remind yourself of Michael Douglas' character from Falling Down. You're working late in the lab... well, not THE lab, but your own personal lab in your basement. Some of the chemicals and equipment are simply work that you've taking home (and have been authorized to), but much is stolen. Right now, you're working on various chemical weapons and crude chemical delivery methods. You've got a long list of bosses, coworkers and personal enemies that are all now targets. You've been up for almost 48 hours straight and you've down half a bottle of vodka in the past few hours. You leave the basement and head up to watch TV for a little while to take a break from your sinister work and clear your head. When you return a bit later, you're ready for another drink. It seems you'd forgotten to finish your last one. The 8-oz. glass is a little more than halfway full. You top it off and down the hatch... Immediately, something is wrong. You feel like you're burning inside and you start hacking up bloody foam. Between being overtired and being drunk, you've overlooked something. A drop of clear fluid drips from a small crack in a large bottle on the shelf above your table. It hisses and begins to bubble against the table, in the exact spot your glass just was. You HAD finished your last vodka. What you just drank was nitric acid that had been leaking from jar you had stolen, which has somehow cracked at some point. Your insides essentially melted. Death was quick, but certainly not painless...
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todbot: Well let's see here... tod could be short for Todd, and bot could be short for robot... PERFECT! You are Todd, some dude who likes to build robots! I'm a f***ing creative genius!... Sorry... got slightly carried away (or it's part of the story...). Anyway, the robot fighting industry is not what it used to be. Televised programs like Comedy Central's Battlebots (which was f***ing awesome by the way.) are no longer in production. Amateur robot fighting circuits still exist, but without basic cable coverage, what's the point? Well... TODDBOT is the point. He (it) is your creation, the perfect robot, built to withstand any attacker of any kind... if televised robot fighting tournaments were still around, you'd be the face of the sport and your devastating robot would be the year-after-year champion!... But alas, the "sport" has outlived its gimmick status to become just another fad that no one is interested in anymore... but your deadly robots live on. If they can't be used to make you money legally... maybe they could be used to make you money... ILLEGALLY! Of course, many major adjustments would have to be made, but you're the expert. One day, you are testing a new motor on your robot, when the unthinkable happens... it gets jammed. You approach for a closer look... Suddenly, the jam is shaked and small, loose piece of metal dislodges. It bounces around before hitting one of the robots whirling blades. You hear the sharp metal impact noise and stand up. Suddenly you lose sight in your right eye, and your head doesn't feel right. You shut down the robot, but it is too late. The metal fragment ruined your eye and lodged itself deep within your brain. Comedy Central's Battlebots should not have been cancelled, but this topic's Todbots had no choice... Is that even clever? I don't know. I'm drunk,
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Orichimaru_Fan: Options are limitted since I've never heard of you... Apparently you really snakes and you have a lot of them as pets. Apparently one day, you not only got bit, you got your neck surrounded... which means a snake was strangling you. You got fatally constricted by a snake. Someone had to and I don't know you. Wasn't my fault.
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GenesisSaga posted... Like drowning in his own urine or sommat.
don't worry lol. When it comes to writing, taking liberties is what I do best ^_^
(working on a few more now)
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Psycho_Kenshin: We'll start with a preface here... Sometimes when I makes lists of things (such as people who have posted in this topic who will need write ups), I have been known to play tricks on myself when I add names to the list while drunk. For some reason, shadosneko has like 30 Ks in his name. I must've found it amusing to hold down the k key, knowing I wouldn't remember and knowing that when I checked the list next time, I'd be all "wtf why did I do that lol." I have no ill-feelings toward you and I did not do this maliciously or for any reason other than to give my sober self a wtf moment the next day, but I aparently added you to the list under the name "Psycho_Kenf***." I found that really funny for some reason so I just thought I'd mention it in your write up. Alcohol makes my brain silly, it would seem. Anyway, you're an enthusiast of ancient weapons and warfare. You have quite a collection of weapons and armor from various times and places. You're also an enthusiast of a white powdery substance that is typically consumed through nasal inhalation. Excessive use has led you to become a psycho. For whatever reason, you like to sniff your "happy powder" as you call it directly from the blades of your weapons, rather than a table or a mirror or whatever. Tonight, you're weapon of choice is the naginata, a Japanese polearm weapon. You have your lines lined-up and ready to go and before "happy time" begins, you look up at your Chinese terra cotta warrior, a clay statue. "Want a bump?" You ask it with a chuckle. Suddenly, the room begins to shake. The naginata rattles around and the clay statue shifts a bit. A few items fall off of various shelves in your home. "SON OF A B****!" You snap, as your white lines have been throughly disrupted by the tremors. Some has gone on the floor and you scramble to collect as much as you can. A minute or so later, order has been restored. The weapon is stable, the lines are ready and it's go time. You lean down and blow the "white Christmas" up your nose. Another tremor hits, only this one is much stronger. The statue faceplants onto the shaft of the weapon. It's like when you place a fork on the edge of a table, half on, half off, and then karate chop the handle... Only that fork is a naginata and your face is right above it. The shaft spins as the blade pops up. When the initial shock wears off, you realize you've been cleaved up through the throat and jaw. The edge of the blade cut up right between your upper incisors. As you collapse, the last thing you see is the residual powdery white being washed away by liquid red...
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shadosneko (spelled with 1 k instead of 30ish like on my list): You've always been extremely superstitious. One time you were almost hit by a car when you walked out into a busy street to avoid being anywhere near a series of ladders that were set up with scaffolding for a building renovation. Another time, you considered cutting your wrists open with a shard from a mirror you had broken. Suicide seemed better than bad luck for seven years, but your friends talked you out of it. Fear, worry, extreme anxiety... such things ran rampant in your mind and hindered you from living your life. It started with the fear of black cats. When you were a kid, some homeless lunatic had told you that a black cat would kill you. He screamed it at you over and over as he was stark raving mad. No matter how much your parents consoled you and explained that he was just some crazy homeless person, you couldn't get over that day... You've become agorophobic, unable to leave the safety of your own home. You can step into the outside world when necessary, like to pick up groceries, but it's horrifying and stressful. You earn your living over the internet, so you work at home. You rarely see friends or family anymore. Aside from internet forums and chat rooms, the only real contact you have with other people is your neighbor across the hall. He's just as eccentric as you, but in different ways. He seems to be out and about at night and strange sounds come from his apartment... TO BE CONTINUED!
Darren: Like many people who seem perfectly normal, you have a secret. You want things that you can't have, and although you can't have them, you have found ways to get them, sacrificing time, energy, money and well-being in the process. You've chased your dream until finally making it a reality, but at what cost? Surely the neighbors suspect something by now... especially the shut-in across the hall. You've made friends with him though. Both of you understand the value of privacy and neither of you would leave the comforts of home if you didn't have to... Tonight, you have to, but if you're lucky, you won't have to go further than the hallway outside your door. You knock on the door to the apartment across the hall, and after several minutes (he always takes that long to answer his door), the door opens. You keep it brief, asking if he has an extra computer mouse, since yours broke. He does and he offers it to you and with that, the interaction is over. The next morning, you wake up late. Your alarm clock failed to activate. When you groggily look at it, you see flashing numbers, indicating that the power went out at some point during the night. That's when you realize that are late for work, and this wouldn't be the first time. You jump out of bed. Later, you're rushing to get to the job site and arguing with your boss on the phone... It's not the first time you've been late. "What do you mean 'Don't bother showing up!? I'm on my f***ing way right now!"... "You called WHO in? Who the hell is that?"... "Listen, that crane is a piece of s*** and it's a real pain in the ass! Some underqualified newbie isn't gonna be able to operate it right!"... "Just calm down! I'll be there in 5 minutes!" You hang up on him as you speed through downtown. You don't know if you'll still have a job when you get there. A new hire has been called in to replace you for this shift, but the crane you usually operate is fickle, and all of the other guys have trouble with it. You run a red light... You won't make it to work on this morning. You're done before you ever had a clue what hit you... It was a city bus. Your car was totalled and you were dead on impact, taking your secret to the grave... Well, not exactly. You died without ever having told anyone, but the secret itself was still locked inside your apartment, which you would never return to...
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shadosneko (continued): The last time you saw your eccentric neighbor was several days ago, when you lent him a computer mouse... Since then, the odd noises have become louder and more frequent. You've heard smashing sounds now too. You've debated calling the police, but you don't really want to get involved, and you've assumed that other neighbors have already notified any parties to whom the situation concerns... but no response has occured. At this point, there's even a smell coming from across the hall that can no longer be ignored. Against your better judgment, you leave your own apartment and knock on the door across the hall, unaware that Darren died several days ago. The knock is responded to. You hear someone up against the door, attempting to open it, but it's locked. Thinking Darren inside and in some sort of trouble, you reach up and grab the spare key that you've seen him hide above the ceiling tiles while watching through the peephole of your apartment. You unlock and open the door. Something is coming at you. Something hits you with a force you can't withstand. You hit your own door and fall into your apartment. You feel a weight on your chest and something is slicing and stabbing you. You try to fight, but you're no match. Once your neck is taken, it's all over. Darren's secret was an obsession with big cats. Somehow, he had managed to acquire a panther cub through less-than-legal means, thinking he would be able to take care of it, but he got in over his head. His own pet may have killed him eventually if he hadn't been killed in a car accident. The massive black feline had no feeding hand to bite with Darren gone. You were an easy meal after days of food deprivation, your death was the panther's survival... until the cops showed up and put it down...
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Warning_Crazy: Jesus Christ... between maniacs and psychos and warning crazies, is anyone in this topic sane? You probably aren't, but you think you are. Your name is Gary. You are a lumberjack and you're okay. You sleep all night and you work all day. And while you're working, you sing various songs from Monty Python's Flying Circus. You aren't a professional lumberjack though. You just enjoy cutting trees down with your trusty chainsaw "Black Tranny." Don't ask me why you named it that because I don't know. On this particular day, you and Black Tranny are chainsawing down a bunch of oak trees around the edge of a lake. You're wearing a bright orange vest with yellow reflective stripes, as well as a hard hat, so anyone who might stumble upon you or see you from a distance will assume that you are a professional and that you know what you're doing. To some extent, you DO know what you're doing. You've taken down a whole s***load of trees (at least 150) and never once been crushed to death or even maimed. You're quite enjoying yourself at the moment. Tree after tree goes down. The ones at the very edge of the lake make massive, highly entertaining splashes, then float off into the lake, which I have to now say (for the sake of setting up the next scene) is an incredibly large lake. By dusk, the entire cove you've been chainsawing in is littered with floating trees. Out of nowhere, a speedboat enters the cove. The setting sun is blinding to the driver and the speed of the boat is excessive. It all happens so fast. The driver has no time to react and hits a floating tree which acts as a sort of ramp, launching the boat into the air... toward the bank of the lake... right where you're standing. You are a "lumberjack" and you're NOT okay. You've been crushed by boat tonight and won't see another day...
PepsiPlunge: I would advise you to read W_C's write up first. (After you've done that): PepsiPlunge... You've consumed enough Pepsi to plunge yourself into a blacked out state... because of course your Pepsi drinks contained about 50% whiskey. After an afternoon of drinking with 2 of your buddies that coincidentally share the same name, as well as three girls you met at a beach, you decided it was time to show them all just what the boat your father bought you was capable of (If you did what I asked, you know where this is going >_>). That's right, YOU broke the dam! (That was a South Park reference). It wasn't a beaver dam though. It was just a bunch of trees floating in a cove off in a corner of the lake. You hit one of those trees though, and it launched your boat like it was in a movie! You would be facing vehicular manslaughter charges... WOULD be... but you jumped out at the last second. Too much Pepsi (or maybe too much whiskey that was mixed with the Pepsi) led you to plunge into the water just before your boat crashed. Unfortunately you plunged right into a rock, fracturing your skull and causing fatal bleeding into the brain.
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JeffreyRaze and Jeff Zero: Hey remember how I said Pepsi was with his two buddies with the same first name? >_> (I'm sorry about so much combining stories/death-sharing. It just seemed like a really good idea and it helps me keep up with the list of people who post!). W_C had been instantly crushed, but his chainsaw Black Tranny was in a deathgrip, and W_C's hands did not remain attached. The still-operational chainsaw with still-gripping hands flew through the air after impact, but JeffreyRaze aka "Bruno" (never noticed that before lol) flew through the air faster, his trajectory intersecting with the trajectory of the chainsaw enough so that when he landed, his face and chest were shredded, mangled and wide open. Jeff Zero, as the most sober person on the boat (still pretty drunk actually), you tried to bail at the last second. Your reaction time was the best... and you were the only wearing a life jacket... The downside is that the strap on your life jacket was tangled into some loose rope and that rope would get caught in the railing at the back of the boat. If you hadn't been tangled, you would have jumped and survived, you would've been there to try and save your friends (and failed of course), but the point is, you would've been the sole survivor of the accident. Instead, you were tangled. You jumped, but you were tangled. The boat went up, and you were pulled behind it. The boat landed on land, on top of a guy and as you were tethered to it, and flew right into it. The motor was still spinning and you came in at an awkward angle. your back and side were shredded by the propeller. You died as quickly as anyone else.
crazyisgood, norenxaq, Mega Mana: My apologies to you guys. Your deaths are put on hold. You will live to see other write-ups. I didn't skip anyone on purpose, I just had to change the order and expedite Inviso and Crimson. Don't worry, the 3 of you are next ^_^ (not tonight, but next.)
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Ryoko, Inviso, Crimson: This topic just got a serious estrogen boost... Anyway, that boating incident wouldn't be as realistic if it were a sausage-fest, and Ryoko was up next... and with only 3 dudes between here and two other females, I decided it was time to switch things up >_>... Anyway, the three of you were all just hanging out at a lakeside beach, being the sexy babes that you are. A group of 3 alpha males showed up in a boat and wanted you to join them. Obviously if I was one of them, you'd all be on the boat before it even showed up since I'm that awesome, but I wasn't one of them because I can only insert myself into stories, not pre-story write-ups, so you classy ladies took a bit of convincing... anyway, the guy:girl ratio was at an even 3 when all decisions were made. Dusk was approaching and everyone was buzzed, at least. It was a good time for all parties involved... until that whole "boat crashing and everyone dying" incident. Ryoko, you were at the front of the boat. You were one of the first to be thrown, and it was directly into a tree, a scraggly, leafless tree. You made impact about fifteen feet up and you stayed there. The branch had been snapped and what remained was less than two feet long, but was very sharp at the tip, and you had gone clean through it. You slumped over... Inviso... if you had known about how Ryoko had been impaled on the branch, you would've been glad it wasn't you, because impaling is something that a dude named Vlad would do and Vlad is too similar to Vlado... However, you didn't survive the accident. A fur enthusiast, you had brought your favorite fur to the beach (was it a fur coat or a fur suit or some other fur item? No idea...). It had gotten caught when the crash took place, but like Jeff Zero's life vest. However, it had been directly around your neck... and the force was much greater. You head had literally been popped off... Crimson... Of everyone on that fateful boat, you were the smartest. You did what none of those other five had done... you strapped in, buckled your safety harness, your boat seat-belt... and because of that, you lived longer than any of them. W_C was splattered, Pepsi and Inviso were floating face down, The Jeffs were both sliced and diced, Ryoko was skewered, but you were alive... Thanks to your smart decision, you outlived them all... but that didn't mean fate was smiling upon you. You were battered and bruised and the crippled craft was on fire. All was crimson, whether fire or blood. You tried to free yourself from the confines of the safety harnesses, but after several seconds of failure, there were several seconds of explosions. You outlasted many others, but never stood a chance...
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From: ImTheMacheteGuy | #061 Orichimaru_Fan: Options are limitted since I've never heard of you...
Fair enough. It doesn't really help being relatively close to lurker status on the board - generally only posting in gaming-related contest topics around once a day if that ^^
Orochimaru_Fan posted... From: ImTheMacheteGuy | #061 Orichimaru_Fan: Options are limitted since I've never heard of you... Fair enough. It doesn't really help being relatively close to lurker status on the board - generally only posting in gaming-related contest topics around once a day if that ^^
The less I know someone, the earlier they die in my stories... usually... I can guarantee you that you're not at the bottom of the totem pole. I can't say how long you'll last, but you will NOT be the first one out, I promise you that.
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MegaWentEvil posted... @ImTheMacheteGuy: "Tranny" is a slur. It's very offensive. You should not have a slur in your write-up.
I have friends of friends who are not only Brazilian but also transgender. You might think that ignorance will keep the masses from questioning you, but I'm not the masses. Stop showing me your cards. I've been playing longer than you have and I don't want to know who you belong to.
Olhar atrás de você. Eu estou lá.
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crazyisgood: Jeez Louise... another crazy... what is it with you people and "crazy"/synnonyms for crazy in your usernames? O_O Well f*** it. Guess what? You're not crazy. Not at all. You're very sane. In fact, you are a psychiatrist/therapist. You help crazy people get over the things that make them crazy. You cure crazy people of their insanity. Today, you've been called by the police department. A patient of yours, whose name will not be given in this write up (doctor-patient confidentiality) is on the roof of a sixty story building and threatening to jump. He's requested you specifically. It's your duty to talk him down, to convince him that life is worth living. The whole area around the building is blocked off, as police keep people away from the "impact radius" (should he choose to jump) and the fire department prepares for anything in terms of rescue. You are just beyond the "safety zone" across the street, being briefed by the officer in charge, who you can barely hear over the high-volume of mother nature. It feels like there's a hurricane or a tornado in the area, but the skies are clear... no rain, no thunder, no lightning... just intense wind. The officer glances away briefly as you talk about your patient's behavior. Suddenly, he does a double-take. "LOOK OUT!" He shouts. You turn and look up just in time to see something shooting toward you at a high rate of speed. You have no time to react. The officer has no time to try and push you out of the way. Something slams into and crushes you against the sidewalk. It's tough to say if it was the fractured skull that killed you or the massive internal bleeding caused by ribs breaking and piercing your organs. In the end, it doesn't really matter. The real question is... what went wrong in this rescue scenario that cost you your life? We'll find out a little later...
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu (about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)
norenxaq: This one is tough. I recognize you enough to want to give you a quality death instead of half-assing it like I've done with people I've never seen before >_>, but I don't know you well enough to get any specific ideas... and your username does not help me with that at all >_>. I must think of something random... Okay, for some reason I thought of soccer, which is strange because I hate soccer. Let's just say, you play it... and you're pretty good. You have quite a temper though, and in your casual city league, you've been in many fights during and after games... and such behavior is hazardous to your health. You have a genetic blood disorder that has resulted in several scares with blood clots. Getting too worked up could kill you, either by heart attack or by stroke. Recently, you've been perscribed anti-coagulants, blood-thinners, to prevent clots from forming. Today, you're playing in your league's semifinal game against your team's arch-rivals from across town. Your temper hasn't been an issue so far. Your team took an early 2-0 lead and it's gotten even more lopsided since. You have nothing to angry about since your team is kicking ass... but the captain of the other team, an obsessively competitive alpha is seething with rage. Just a few minutes ago, you scored your team's sixth goal after you got by their star defender (the alpha). He is pissed and you don't care. Fast forward several minutes... After a breakaway, you rush up the field and it looks like there might be a replay of the last goal. You sprint toward the ball as does the alpha. He goes down into a slide-tackle to try and knock the ball away. There is nasty collision and you feel a sharp pain in your leg as his cleats ram into you. Both of you pretend that you've just been shot like 9 times and that you're dying, because that's what soccer players do all the time... pretend to be hurt... f***ing losers.. (sorry got off topic)... but this time, it's different. You actually ARE dying. What you didn't know was that your rival, the alpha was a cheat. He wasn't wearing just any athletic cleats, but custom-made illegal steel-toed cleats. The last time you scored, you were too busy celebrating to notice him furiously kicking the goal post. Even steel-toes shoes can only handle so much. The impacts had damaged the steel and actually bent it to the point where it snapped. He hadn't even noticed the small, sharp piece sticking up like a razor blade. When the two of you collided, your leg had been sliced open and the femural artery had been cut. It was a survivable wound... for anyone who ISN'T taking blood thinners. Your leg pumped out blood like a drinking fountain... The ambulance didn't make it to the field in time.
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu (about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)
Mega Mana: You and your friends are huge fans of the Mega Man video game franchise. In fact, you all frequently play "Battle Mode" Mega Man in real life, using nothing but your imaginations... and airsoft guns. Airsoft guns are awesome I'd just like to add. I have one and I would recommend everyone try them at some point. They are fun as hell and less painful/messy than paintball. Anyway, after playing so many games of airsoft, you and your friends have become somewhat bored. Collectively, you decide that you need to find a way to make the game more intense. Instead of playing in backyards and fields, how about in the middle of the woods on your redneck neighbor's property? Instead of broad daylight, how about at night? The adjustments to your Mega Man inspired game are unanimously voted in for the next game. You and your friends head out into the woods at dusk, all in different directions... A few hours later, they're all looking for you, treking around with flashlights, yelling out your name every few seconds, all extremely worried and regretting the foolish decision made by consensus about the time and place of the game... The next day, search parties littered the area, and finally, you were found... Your first misfortune had been getting lost in the woods... your second was the failure of your cheap flashlight... The third misfortune involved tripping over a root you had not seen, and the fourth and final was that a bear trap set by your paranoid redneck neighbor lay on the ground, in the exact spot your face landed when you fell. The neighbor, William "Doc" Wiley, M.D., was not charged with a crime following the accident.
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu (about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)
MegaWentEvil: You were never really a part of the same world as everyone else. You lived in your own world, which you called "board 8" for some reason. You had yourself and all of the imaginary citizens of "board 8" convinced that you were literally the worst "user" (what you called the race of people inhabiting your world) in all of "board 8." In your mind, everyone hated you, including you. When it came to self-loathing, you were in a league of your own. You criticized fans of cartoons characters depicting human/animal hybrid characters as sexual deviants and animal torturers. You even once made a 7 year old cry by screaming about "being a fan of the Sonic the Hedgehog series" was the exact same thing as "sexually torturing and butchering actual hedgehogs." (You spent a week in jail for that public disturbance.) You even went so far as to criticize your "Topic Creator" (some sort of God-like entity that you spoke out loud to) for using a term you felt was derogatory, while being fully aware that your God, the "Topic Creator" as you called him (who wasn't even real) did not care what you think and was ruling this land of "board 8" for His own divine amusement. Last week, you published a survey that you had conducted in which you asked all citizens of "board 8" to name one positive thing about you. The one you worship as "Topic Creator" answered "MWE is apparently Brazilian. I've never been to Brazil but I hear it kicks ass and every Brazilian I've known has been chill and awesome... Aside from that..." and all other "board 8 people" (whatever the hell THAT means lol) refused to respond to the survey for whatever reason. You felt depressed about these results and decided to jump off a building. The plan was to jump, therefore commiting suicide, because you felt that "board 8" was better off without you... You were afraid though. Was suicide really the answer? You had your therapist contacted because you weren't sure. As you stood at the edge of the roof, looking down at the super-sexy crazyisgood, you realized that life was worth living. You decided not to jump... but then, a massive gust of wind vetoed your decision, blowing you off the roof... The wind at that altitude carried you out of the "potential impact zone" and you ended up landing right on top of your therapist! He didn't do a great job of breaking your fall though, as you winded up dying from the very same injuries. You're lucky you got a legit write up... and everyone else who signed up for the actual story (which is literally a sequel to ALL OF THESE WRITE UPS COMBINED) is lucky to know that they won't be the first to die when I write that story >_> MWE! Your last thoughts were "Oh great Topic Creator! I no longer wish to die! I have changed my mind!" and just before you hit the therapist/sidewalk, you got the reply "If you really 'CHANGED' your mind, you would have fixed all of its ridiculous flaws... and you wouldn't be in this mess..." *SPLAT*
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu (about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu (about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)
But wait, how is there going to be a sequel if we're all dead? Do we get revived or something?
well one of the main premises of my stories is that I take every liberty imaginable. In other words, "something like that" but more specifically you'll have to wait and see
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu (about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)