Design Your Own Death

[ItsAlive75]

Why is he going to the house again?

[FangoFan]

Originally posted by ItsAlive75
Why is he going to the house again?

I don't know, I figured he has seen this house before or had heard rumors of it being haunted. So no one he knew has ever walked into the house 'cuz they've been chicken shit.

He thought the house was haunted he went out of curiosity to see if the rumors were true.

It's kind of a pretold notion I guess. 'Cuz the murdered woman and the man on the stairs would soon be the ghosts haunting the house.

And, perhaps this house was haunted by say evil spirits that drove the doctor guy crazy and caused his pshycoticness.

[ItsAlive75]

haha, is this still designing your own death or are we just makin' ghost stories now?

Cuz I'm down.

[FangoFan]

I meant for this thread for anyone to come up with there own death scenes.


By me say your own death scene I mean create a death scene on your own with your imagination

It doesn't have to be your death.

[kung-fu-jesus]

you shoot your self in the head after seeing trick or treat, open water, or playing night caster for xbox

[urgeok]

well, since the 'sexed to death' scenario has been taken, and lord knows i strive for origionality at all times :



At the managers meeting, the usual characters were winding things up by casually discussing their fellow employees. No, scratch that - their peons - their worker bees, their drones .. who exist solely to do their bidding - their slightest whim no matter how stupid or trivial.

"jesus christ did you see the tits on the McManus chick today ...
that bitch has been asking for it for months now ..."
"isn't she on your team bob ?"

"yeah she is .. i'm arranging a week long training session out of town in a month - see how she performs after a few drinks ...and a hint that her job might be on the line"

"she's the one that just got married, right ?"

"thats her ... to some loser pulling in 30 - 40 G's - I'm sure she'll welcome the change"

"give her one for me Bob .... say - did anyone here see survivor last night ?"

at which point I kick the door to the conference room open.
I pause and relish the visible emotional evolution of shock, then anger - quickly replaced by fear, when the twin belts of plastic explosives strapped to my chest register in their reptilian brains.

"hi fuckers, I have news" i say - as their eyes widen further.

One asshole manages to regain a small measure of composure :
"what the hell is the meaning of this Wilson ?" (not my real name)
"Are you mad ?"

"well, i gues i am you weasly little cocksucker" i reply to his fat ugly mug, "I just got the news today that I have incurable cancer running through my entire body, and i thought to myself, i could do this slowly and painfully, or I could go out in a bang- doing the world some good by taking a half dozen of you pieces of shit with me."

I wait for a half minute, savoring the smell of their fear ...

Guys as low as this must surely suspect that this could happen at any time, no ?
I mean, you can't steamroller through life crushing anything and anyone in your path and not ponder that sooner or later someone might want payback ?
Maybe not ... maybe they are incapable of this kind of rational thought.

"before anyone asks" i continue "yes, this is real. Most of it was stolen from a construction site, and the detonator is something i made using plans I found on the internet - while i was at work on your dime. you assholes"

"there's enough here to take out most of this side of the building so i sent the other employees out - meaning we have about 2 minutes more before the police get here ... so lets get this done"

So i sit on the arm of one of the fuckers chair .."you're lucky pal, you're at ground zero. you and i will be completely shredded .. unidentifable .. thats not so bad. But see that fuck at the end of the table?" I point to the fuck at the end of the table, "that fuck might lose his legs and arms ... probably his head ...he's going to leave one god awful looking corpse. They'll have to pick him up like shit on a shovel. That's appropriate dont you think ?"

And knowing my time was running out i say "well, thats it ... time to go" and I pull this pin and yell "BANG" at the top of my lungs....
simultaniously slamming the conference table top with my arm.

3 of them immediately piss their pants. Which is exactly what i wanted to see. And i wanted them to see that I saw.

So as the humiliation sets in, mingled with a look of relief, I softly but audibly say "bye you fuckers" and detonate for real.

[BoneSaw]

that was pretty damn good.

the first of the demon spawn had been the easiest. it was only a few days old, and hadnt even cried out when he plunged his holy blade through its body.
the next two, they were tougher. when he entered their cave they rose to their feet, using their demon magic to try and confuse him. but it hadnt worked. he charged forward, slashing the throat of the little one, its green blood burst forth,covering the front of his pants.
the bigger one tried to flank him. with one fierce blow, he plunged his blade through its skull, the tip protruding beneath its gaping maw. as he tried to remove it, the blade snapped off even with the handle. Damn it, he thought. but no matter, he still had enough of the holy dagger to finish the job.
as he approached the demon queens lair, the heavy wooden door burst open. it was the queen herself. she rushed toward him spewing forth an evil wailing. it was more of the demon magic. before she could enspell him, he swung the pommel of the magic blade and crashed it into her skull. the queen fell to the dungeon floor, and before she could move, he jumped on her. the man sent blow after blow down onto her head untill he was covered with her brains and gore.
Finally, the terror was over, the prophecy forfilled. he was triumphant. the village was free!!!!........But wait, what was that ringing filling his skull, driving him to the brink of madness.......It must be more of the demon magic, some sort of spell.........it was.........it was..........it was..........the alarm clock!
Oh thank God!!! damn that was a crazy dream. oh shit he was going to be late for work."honey would you make some coffee?" Honey.............HHHHHHOOOOONNNNNEEEEEYYYYY!!!!!

[Marroe]

these posts are all too long for me right now...*sleepy*
But the sexed to death thing might me fun.......

[barbra]

Originally posted by Marroe
these posts are all too long for me right now...*sleepy*
But the sexed to death thing might me fun.......

*pets marroe*

[Marroe]

Originally posted by barbra
*pets marroe*

finally someone....so far all I have had is a bite on the butt, and a few kisses