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Item Death Scenario
I have this idea to try out.
I'll start by coming up with something, anything, and someone responds with a written scenario of how you can use that something in a death scene. The one that responds can continue by using another item. And so on and so on. The first item: A weilder's torch
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I know! I know! Pick me!
I shove it up your ass, and turn it all the way.
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Re: Item Death Scenario
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If that is what you meant. What Haunted said.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory. 3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead. I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet. I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed. The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone. Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead. Forgive your enemies......after they are slain. The God I believe in aint short of cash mister. |
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welders torch is what I meant.
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" I see a world where there's only cause and effect. A world where every object is an avatar and no gods move behind the scenes " -- From A Buick 8 by Stephen King |
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Welders Torch:
"...then Alvin shoved pins into the eyelids of Lewis...his latest victim. Once he knew that Lewis' eyes were pinned open and was therefore unable to shut his eyes to the horror in which he was preparing to unleash on him, Alivin slowly unsheathed his mini welders torch from his pocket protector. With an asthmatic laugh, Alivin lit the small torch and moved it closer to Lewis' left eye. Lewis, frantically trying to escape the heat, found that he has been bound by his wrists and unable to move. Lewis began screaming in agony as Alivin layed the blue flame of the torch against his eye. Lewis begged Alvin to stop, but his pleadings were not heard by Alvin...only the esquisite sound of Lewis' eye sizzling... Alvin thought to himself -sounds just like steak on the grill at home. The sizzling grew louder until...Pop! Lewis's eye exploded... spraying Alvins thick, glass bottle black rimmed glasses with fluid." And yeah...Lewis died. Next Weapon: Swizzle stick (coffee/mixed drink stir stick)
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You actually took the time to respond to this? :p ;) :D |
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Yeah, he should take that swizzle stick and stick up his nose into his brain. That would be funny.
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If someone had listed "this thread" before me, I'd say it would bore me to death with it's inane and mind-numbing possibilities :rolleyes:
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