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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:25 am
"No! I swear, it’s not me!" Weddingsakura cried as she was thrown into the jail cell by many of her capturers. "Yeah right!" Kingshoy cried. Several of the capturers laughed as they left. The song of "We caught the crazed killer!" echoed throughout the jail cell. Pretty soon the voices were gone and Weddingsakura was all alone. Or so she thought. "So, they believe you are the crazed killer?" a strange voice said from the shadows behind her. Weddingsakura spun around and pressed herself against the bars. "Who's there?" she demanded. A tall, cloaked and masked figure stepped out of the darkness. "Well, I don’t believe you truly are the killer, are you?" he asked, not answering her question. "No, I'm not, now who are you?" she asked again. "Now, if I wanted you to know who I was, would I be wearing a mask?" he asked her rhetorically. Weddingsakura thought for a moment. "No, I guess you wouldn't," she replied. "Just know this," he replied, "I am your cell mate, as will be the same for the other unlucky innocents to find their way here. You may call me L." "L? That's it?" Weddingsakura asked. "Yes," he replied, "L."
Meanwhile, in the town, everyone was celebrating the catching of the crazed killer. There was music, games, prizes and even a date-help service. Saint Alain quickly made his way there and shut the door behind him. "How may I help you?" said a black man sitting in a chair behind his desk. On his desk there read a little name tag that read "Fitch." "Well, yes," Saint Alain said bashfully, "you see, there’s this person I like and I want to get them to like me." "Well, sit down here and I'll tell you all you need to know," Fitch said. Within the next two hours or so, Saint Alain was confident and ready to go. He saw the person with whom he had this crush for and quickly went right over. It was a little away from the party. And as he approached, the person moved quickly into the alleyway. Not thinking, Saint Alain followed. "Hey, I want to talk to you," he said. The person stopped. Saint Alain walked closer. "I wanted to tell you that I…" Whatever it was, it will now never be known, for at that moment, the person of Saint Alain's affection turned and stabbed him in the stomach. As Saint Alain pulled back, his world turned dark and he was no more, for the true Crazed Killer was still out there.
Padme Potter of Hobbiton had noticed Saint Alain's absence and began to look for him. She told everyone about it and the town began to worry again. Were they possibly wrong about Weddingsakura? The whole town was on edge as they all began to form a search party to look. Finally, Padme stumbled upon Saint Alain’s body. "Hey!" she cried out, "he's over..." BANG! The bullet whistled through the air and slammed into Padme's head. She crumpled and landed on top of Saint Alain. The sniper moved quickly and stood in front of the two bodies. "Death is not the end, but the beginning of a new adventure," the sniper said as it quietly lay a beautiful red rose on top of the two bodies and ran off.
"I found them!" someone shouted. ''Them?" Zaeyde pondered as she ran in the direction of the call, "wasn't it just Saint Alain who was missing?" Quickly, she ran and some how found herself inside a large hedge maze on the edge of town. Where was everyone? "Hello?" she cried out. There was no answer. Too bad for Zaeyde, getting out of a hedge maze is near to impossible.
Weddingsakura has been jailed, Saint Alain has been killed, Padme Potter of Hobbiton has been shot and Zaeyde has been removed due to inactivity.
((each paragraph is a different type of update 3nodding ))
Reason: I love writing, and because school's starting soon, I'm sure to be at home a lot, long enough to stay here and do my duties. I hope to use many movie references and I would love to use music references as well. All in all, I'd enjoy it because it would give me something to scratch my creative-writing itch with. ^__^
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:35 am
Quote: “No, stop you fools. I am not the sniper,” Insomnesiac yelled at the mob of GCD’ers, who were throwing her into the jail. The mob, like all mobs in history, didn’t listen, and so Insomnesiac was thrown in jail. The moment she stood up, she found herself suddenly in a messy office. Due to this seemingly instant tranportation, she was just a little freaked out, and this was not helped when the warden appeared from nowhere in particular into the chair behind the desk. He had a grin that made her want to run away, but she didn’t. He said, “Welcome to my jail. Your cell will be marked with your name and dinner will be served shortly. Enjoy your stay.” Knowing that she probably didn’t have a choice, she left the office and stepped out of it right in front of her cell. This is really odd, she thought to herself. Immediately afterward the cell door opened and she stepped in. It then proceeded to close and lock itself. “Well, this is going to be a very strange stay in jail. Later... While reading his book, Chronology of Antagonism looked up and jumped up when he saw a skeletal figure in a black robe and holding a scythe, and also seeing a large white horse in the middle of his house. “Who in the worlds are you?” He asked. I AM DEATH, the figure responded. “So, I guess that means I’m going to die now doesn’t it?” Chronology of Antagonism asked Death. YES, he said, IN ABOUT 20 SECONDS. “Oh, that’s nice,” the soon to be dead person said. “Ummm...so is it true that your life flashes before your eyes before you die?” YES, IT IS CALLED LIVING. “How, exactly will it happen?” OH, YOU'RE GOING TO FIND OUT, RIGHT ABOUT, he paused. NOW. BLAM And with that Chronology of Antagonism died with a hole through his right eye. After doing what he does best, Death got on his horse and rode away. Even later... `Aine Chievious was walking down the middle of an alley, thinking that she would be safer from the sniper there. Well, she quickly found out that she was right, sort of. She was safe from the sniper, but the crazed killer, on the other hand, did like alleys. So, thinking she was safe, she never expected the large glass grandfather clock that fell from the sky onto her head. Unfortunately for Blond Haired Kid, glass shatters into incredibly sharp bits when it breaks, and he just so happened to be at the other end of the alley when the clock shattered. One of the shards just so happened to lodge itself in his heart, and he died. Insomnesiac was voted off, Chronology of Antagonism was shot, and `Aine Chievious was killed. Blond Haired kid was removed due to inactivity. I'd like to be GM, because it sounds like fun, and I need something to do with my freetime.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:50 pm
-Due to an annoying thing called Family Trips, I am said to announce that I, Kenshinsg, Withdraw my Application of Gamemaster-age. I also shall not be participating in round eight.-
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:02 pm
'Christa walked past the many cells in the Jail. Many were pointing and laughing, but she ignored it. She reached cell, peering as best as she could to find a jailbird. She sighed when she saw nothing but shadows. The cell door slammed behind her. Suddenly, a deep voice rang out. "YAY!Someone to dance with." A very musculine man steped from the shadows. Tatoos covering the length of his arms and weraing...a tutu? 'Christa gulped. This was gonna be a long night.
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Blonde Haired Kid and IflanaNifi were sitting on Nifi's couch playing a round of "Kill Gino" on her GameSlave 2. Nifi got Gino in the head. "BOOM! 50 points!" She chiuckled, and BHK growled. They continued playing, and BHK went into the kitchen for some snacks, When he came back, he saw Nifi slumped over, with a spot of red on the back of her head. BHK panicked. He fan for his car and got in, driving forever. Then something caught the corner of his eye. He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw him: The Crazed Killer. He screamed for help, but it was too late. A giant carrot was lodged in his throat. There were also reports of people missing. Everyone blamed it on the video games.
'Christa had been jailed, Iflana Nifi had been shot, and Blonde Haired Kid was killed. Bullet Rift, 'Aine Chevious, and Merumiharu have been removed for inactivity.
The Reason: I can come up with a bunch of refrences, and those will help me make the story a lot more interesting.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 2:42 pm
Here goes
I think I would make a good GM because I stick to the rules without being over strict. I can update every day. I will make billions of references with a fun game involved! ninja
First Day
The person writing the story was walking around downtown when he saw a poster that he hadn’t seen yesterday.
“WANTED:
Dead Or Alive
The Emurom Brothers
Notorious serial killers known for their disguises and unusual methods
Reward for capture: 1,000,000g
“FRIGGIN SWEET! If I can get that reward I can finally get the all the itmes I’m questing for!” He then set off for his/her house looking for the tools necessary for this task. But the Brothers had already picked him out as a target. All of a sudden a person in a bear suit with yellow shorts with a large bird on his back jumped out of the underbrush. The bird leaped of the bear’s back whilst making a coo that sounded like “BREE!” The bird hurled eggs at him, some freezing him some igniting him on fire along with other effects. Meanwhile the bear clobbered said victim till he/she stopped twitching. They joined together and ran off. It seemed as though this group of killers where more than just crazy. It wasn’t much later that the GSers found The writer along with the wanted poster. Now it was a race for the reward.
Jail Cell Update
Freddy McTrollpants’ reverse-reverse-reverse-psychology had failed to work so here he was sitting next to what seemed to be a ball of hair. A giant colossal mass of hair. He started to get closer when the hair moved and began to talk! “Aye, an ‘ho mite you be?!”
“I-I-I-I’m Fred.”
“Well, Nice tuh meetcha Fred! Muh name is Torkil! Now if you don’t mind, I’m feeling a bit woozy from all the liquor.” And with that the mass of hair fell on top of Freddy.
Sniper killing
Johnny McNoname was walking home from work when he based McCrapburgers when he thought he saw a cardboard box move near their trashbin. He turned and looked again but everything seemed the same. He looked again and everything seemed the same. He continued to walk when he heard another sound. A large exclamation appeared over hi head as ne went back to the garbage bin. Something seemed to be different. He couldn’t find what and just decided he was just sleep deprived. He walked off again. Just then, a man with a mullet popped out from underneath a cardboard and pulled out a sniper rifle and took him out with one shot. He got back underneath his box and crawled off.
Crazed Killer
Sara Mcvictim was on her way McCrapburgers when she saw the lifeless body of Johnny. She felt he his pulse and he most definitely dead. But his body was still warm. “Sweet! That must mean the sniper is nearby. If I can catch him, I will get the reward.” But before Sara could think of a plan a fat plumber in blue overalls jumped on hear, repeatedly. And he then jumped on numerous others who had neglected to vote.
Johnny has been sniped Sara had been killed, Freddy has bee voted off and Mr. And Mrs. Inactive 1-10 have been removed due to inactivity.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 2:56 pm
Bleh, I'll try...
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The newest jailbird, Bellecat, was sitting between `Gamemaniac and Padme. Their inmate, Zakashi, was standing in front of them, jingling two bells. On the left side of the cell, there was...chains.
"Your objective is to take these bells from me. If you lose, you will be chained to the wall. However, there are only two bells, so one of you is going to get chained to the wall." He said, as he pocketed them. "Go!" he shouted, then Game ran up to him and tried to punch him out. However, Zakashi was skilled, so he fended her off. The other two did the same.
Suddenly, Game's back was turned to him, and Zakashi shouted "ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF DEATH!!!".
Let's not talk about what happened next. All that I can tell is that Belle asked "Why did you shove something up Game's....".
Later that day....
The Crazed Killer smiled, as they gazed upon their next victim. Apparently, `Aine Chievious was home, all by herself, and cooking ramen. This was too good.
Aine's ramen was done, and she sat down to eat it. Suddenly, a knock came at her door. She set her ramen down, and opened the door.
"Meru? What a surprise."
The Crazed Killer groaned. Why did she have to have house calls?
"Aine, I believe you have something of mine...." Merumiharu said, tapping her foot. "Meru, I don't have them. I didn't do it, and I would not do it." Aine said, quickly closing the door. She turned around, and saw the Crazed Killer.
"Not you too. I swear, if people keep asking me about the supposedly stolen cookies...." Aine grumbled.
A few moments later....
"She won't come out" Meru mumbled to Inasanemonkey1230. Monkey responded with "I'll try", as she walked up to Aine's door, and....
"No, I'll do it! Her stupidity has lasted too long!" Meru suddenly cried, as she opened the unlocked door, and ran in. Monkey noticed that there seemed to be a lot of smoke.
She waited for a while, until she heard something in the bushes. She span around to see, but saw nothing. The last thing she heard was a gunfire, and Meru's screams.
When more Gaians showed up to see the commotion, they saw Monkey's body, with a bullethole in her head. Inside the house, they found Meru sitting in a corner, rocking back and forth, mumbling things to herself. Aine's ramen was luke-warm, while Aine herself was stuffed into her large oven. She was burnt all over, and apparently, several bones in her body were broken. Several parts of her were charred, creating a smell of burnt flesh all around the house. She had been cooked alive.
When Meru was asked what happened, she replied with "He look like...he look like...he look like a MAN!". And when asked a second time, she responded with "She look like a woman!". They came to the conclusion that she had lost it. Sitting on the counter was Meru's cookies, which Aine stole from her. But they had their doubts that Meru would care now.
Bellecat has been jailed, `Aine Chievious has been killed, Inasanemonkey1230 has been sniped, and Merumiharu has been removed due to inactivity.
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Why I want to be GM (and other details): Let's see....I want to help out the GCSG in any way I can. I am good at writing, and, as a GCSGer, I follow the rules. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:39 pm
 Toastie decided to submit an entry this time.
Sooo.. phear the wrath of her update. Hope Toastie's non-sniper game friends won't mind being killed and whatnot. whee
Application +Jailcell The angry mob of GCD'ers shoved Arcane Toaster into the jailcell roughly, shaking flaming torches in his face, and yelling profanities. Just as he was about to crumple onto the floor in a stunned heap, a pair of squishy, vanilla scented arms lifted him off the floor, and deposited him quickly on a makeshift chair draped with a doily. "Well hello there, dearie!" Arcane's cellmate chortled, handing him a cup of something that smelled suspiciously like hot chocolate. "Uh... H-hello?" He replied, and found himself looking up into the motherly face of some strange woman wearing an airplane stewardess uniform. "Who in Lanzer's name are you?!" "I'll be your stewardess for the evening... well, more like the duration of your stay." The woman grinned, proffering the steaming cup of cocoa towards him, "Call me Martha." Glaring suspiciously at Martha the Stewardess, Arcane accepted the hot chocolate from her and took a sip. "Mmm! Nutmeg?!" He exclaimed in delight. "It's a good thing!" Replied Martha with a nod, as she busied herself with cleaning the cell. +Sniper, Crazy Killer & Inactivities A few hours after the mob had dispensed with Arcane Toaster, FangKazi was wandering the streets of town whistling to himself. Upon turning the corner, he came to an abrupt stop at the edge of a huge crowd which had gathered. Curious, he dove into the crowd and began wriggling his way to the front. After a few minutes of wriggling, his head popped out of the crowd and he was rewarded with a scene out of some sort of novel. A man in full-body armor was wielding a gigantic broadsword against a straw practice dummy with surprising speed and acuracy. Suddenly the man turned, and with a vicious swipe, sliced the practice dummy in half. There was a sickening "shhhlck" as the top half slid onto the sawdust covered ground, and suddenly a GCDer screamed, and no wonder! The top half of the practice dummy had split open, revealing the top half of Baganoosh!'s body. The street was a mass of panic and screams within seconds, a couple of brave GCDers tried to apprehend the iron-clad man as arrows began to rain from the sky. The killer flung his sword at them, and jumped atop the back of a horse which had escaped from a stable somewhere during the madness, and rode off into the sunset. Amid all the screams and arrows, a shot was fired, but no one noticed except for Fang, who lay motionless in the street, a hole through his forehead. Additionally, Manji-luo, pink_pita_angel, and dark-remenissions recieved several wounds from the shower of arrows and, after suffering in the hospital for several hours, eventually died due to the sheer negligence of the hospital staff. +Also Toastie thinks she would make a good GM because... umm.. well, Toastie gets on the computer pretty much every day since she has no life, and whatnot. And pretty much the only place she lurks is the sniper game guild, and occasionally the GCD when things get quiet in here. Plus, she's took Creative Writing for a semester at school, won the literary contest once, and placed twice.   Crazy? I was crazy once.
They locked me in a room
..with rats.
I hate rats, they make me...
CRAZY!
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:58 pm
Totally copied from the end of Game VI...
Name: Dukes
Previous Games You Have Participated In: Sniper Game VI
Sample Story Update razz lease include the following-
+Jail Cell Update
+Sniper Killing
+Crazed Killer Killing
+(Optional) Inactivities Update
Arnold walked nervously into the jail cell, thoughts racing through his mind at light speed. Why had the others thought that HE could be the one causing all of the trouble, why did they decide to toss him in jail with the hardened criminals? Arnold looked up as the door clanged shut behind him and was astonished at what he saw. The cell was decorated, hung with silks and semi-transparent curtains placed at random intervals. There were large pillows all over the place, it almost looked as though this were a... no it was definately a jail cell. As his eyes scanned the room they fell upon two figures lounging together on a pile of pillows near the window.
"Greetings!" said the one on the left, he had unruly dark hair and very round glasses. "Yes, welcome," said the other, his blonde hair nearly white and arranged neatly. Both... boys... were lying there in what appeared to be silk pajamas, the one boy's maroon, the other's emerald.
"Wh-who are you?" Arnold stammered out. "I didn't know anyone else would be here."
"Oh, please forgive me, I should thought of that, I'm Harry," said the boy on the left. "Yes, you've got to forgive him, he's a bit flighty at times, much like Trelawney actually," said the one on the right. "Flighty is it, you didn't think I was very flighty last nigh..." Harry was cut off as the blonde boy shoved his hand over his mouth. "Before I forget, I'm Draco, so nice to make your acquaintance."
Thoughts ran through Arnold's head when they mentioned their names. Harry... Draco... could it be.... nah. As Arnold was thinking, the two had gotten up and walked over to him, Arnold looked at them wondering what they were thinking.
The dark-haird boy, Harry, reached out and ran his hand over the side of Arnold's face before he spoke. "What do you think, Draco, I think he'll do quite nicely." The blond-haired boy looked him up and down, "I'm sure he will be adequate, once we have trained him."
Arnold looked back and forth between the two wondering what was to come.
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Beth walked down the hall with her bodyguards close behind. When they arrived at the elevator she motioned for them to stay behind and got in the elevator.
The bodyguards took up posts on either side of the elevator doors and chatted quietly. Suddenly, the display indicating the floor the elevator was on stopped between the ninth and tenth floors and a loud crack rang out from high above. The bodyguards looked at eachother in fear but before they could do anything the elevator began moving again, this time returning to the first floor where they were waiting.
When the elevator reached its' destination the doors opened and Beth's corpse slumped out of the door. Cautiously the guards looked in and noted the maintainence hatch to the roof of the elevator and its' condition, open. Clearly Beth had been shot through the hatch, but where had the sniper gone?
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That evening, Caroline sat at the round table in her kitchen preparing to eat dinner. She eagerly bit deeply into her sandwich, not knowing that it had been laced with arsenic and old lace.
Having completed the consumption of her meal, she moved to get up and suddenly fell down bereft of her wits. As she faded out of consciousness, her last thought was that her towel hadn't done her much good against whatever was going on.
When she came to, she found herself unable to move her legs, as she looked down towards her feet, she cursed herself for ignoring the advice of her friends. They had always told her that her black web strap shoes were not the wisest choice of footwear, and here she was secured to a howitzer by their straps.
As Caroline processed this tidbit of information a mysterious figure in a billowing cloak came through the door. They looked towards her and she gasped as she recognised the person concealed under the hood, unfortunately, the crazed killer took that opportunity to push a large red button labelled "Do Not Push." The last thing Caroline saw before being plunged into the murky depths of the Durem Reclamation Facility was the large cheesey grin on the killer's face.
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Later that night three individuals were sitting at their computers downloading the same file from the same site. Derek, Edward and Francine thought they were downloading a beta version of a new game in development by Blizzard entertainment, little did they know how wrong they were. By some quirk of fate their downloads completed at exactly the same second. The completion of the download immediately triggered the base function of the software and suddenly a vortex opened around each individual's computer and they were sucked in.
Arnold has been voted off, Beth has been sniped and Caroline has been killed. Derek, Edward and Francine have been removed due to inactivity.
++ Additional Notes
The names are boring names that mean nothing. I was too lazy to invent better names. Only ones that matter at Harry and Draco cause... yeah they are stolen. icon_razz.gif Anyhow, Arnold, Beth, Caroline, etc. are all replacements for what I originally had, which is to say, Anonymous_Individual_A, etc. icon_razz.gif
I would probably rewrite the crazed killer portion as upon rereading it I dislike it, it's really awkward, but I don't have time now to rewrite it. So yeah... actually I would probably rewrite most of this, but that's me. maybe someone will like it, I personally am a perfectionist so who knows.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 5:26 pm
Kataraa Uhh.. Hi, I'm Kataraa, and I'm new to this game/whatever else it is xP. Yes, well, Ego invited me to join a cool game.. razz  {{Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free}}*grins* Hi Kat! You went to the wrong place, you need to go to the mail guild page and choose "Join Guild" this thread is just for people who wish to try out to be the GM for the next game. <3
{{You are a PIRATE!}}
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 1:48 pm
Quote: “It’s him! He’s gotta be the sniper!”
“No way! He’s the crazy killer for sure!”
“Whatever. Just throw him in the cell already.”
Roy Salamandra was shoved roughly into a jail cell by the mob of Gaians. As they shut and locked the door behind him, Roy let out a frustrated sigh.
“Look, I already told you: I’m not the sniper or the killer.”
But his words were either ignored or not heard at all. Just as he was about to plop himself down on an empty bunk he noticed someone sitting in a corner of the jail cell. It was an orange-haired girl playing with a lighter. Great. What kind of psychopath did they throw him in here with?
“Uh, hi, I’m Roy.” he said. “Who’re you?”
The girl looked up and stared at him. She seemed harmless enough, but something about her made him…uncomfortable. Before Roy had a chance to react, the girl launched herself at him and gave him a huge hug.
“Eee! Finally, someone new to play with!” she squealed. “I’m Lydia. Oh, we’re gonna have SO much fun!”
Roy chuckled nervously. Okay, she didn’t seem too bad…Was it just his imagination or was something burning? Suddenly, it dawned on him.
“Oh, sh-” Roy threw himself to the floor and began rolling around in an attempt to put out the fire Lydia had lit on his back.
All who passed the jailhouse could hear Lydia’s gleeful laughter mixed in with the panicked cries. Looks like there’s no such thing as normal when it comes to jailbirds…
[Later that night…]
“Jeff, what the heck are you wearing?”
“It’s a bulletproof vest.” Jeff Jarret replied smugly. He thumped a hand against the thick padding of the vest. “It’ll protect me from being sniped.”
“…that’s not gonna help you, y’know.”
“Huh? Why not?”
“Two words: Head. Shot.”
Jeff’s eyes widened as a red dot appeared on his forehead. “Aw, crud…”
:BLAM!:
[Meanwhile…]
Several Gaians were out for a stroll near Barton Town. Although it was strange to see such a large group of people taking a walk so late at night, many people felt safer traveling in large groups.
“Ugh, what’s that smell?” Someone in the group asked.
“It wasn’t me!”
“No, it’s not that kind of smell, you idiot! It smells like…rotting flesh.”
Another member of the group pointed to a nearby tree. “Uh, guys? I think you might want to take a look at this…”
The group ran over only to find Aine Chievous tied to a tree with several arrows sticking out of her body. It was obvious that she was dead; even though none of her vital organs had been hit, she had probably died of blood loss from her numerous wounds. Additionally, there was an apple sitting atop her head, which was completely unscathed.
“Well, one thing’s for sure: whoever did this can’t possibly be the sniper since their aim sucks; they hit everything but the apple.”
Roy Salamandra has been jailed, Jeff Jarret has been sniped, and Aine Chievous has been killed. Meh, I tried. It's not graphic, but I want to try and keep a balance of gore without making it too serious. I can also make story updates humorous, depending on if I have something I can work off of. I guess I'd make a good game master because I'm dedicated (I've never been booted out for inactivity) and I can be creative. I'm pretty sure people already know what kind of messed-up stuff I can come up with, and I have quite a few ideas for story updates. I might also try some new things with the updates as well.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 6:23 pm
crying I would so apply, but I'm not on enough these days. Too bad, so sad. I will just have to apply next game.
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