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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 6:40 am
I pick up the softball, tossing it up in the air... I can play softball with the kids down the street now!
I walk back to my street and was just starting the game when one of the kids gets hit in the face. They didn't like that so they got a special softball shooting thing (like the baseball ones, only it shoots softballs) and he aims at my chest.
He shoots a hole where my heart is and as I lay dying on the side of the street, I drop my cell phone.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 10:16 am
I pick up the cell phone and (being an alien, i dont know what it is)i eat it and choke to death. as i fell i dropped my Dr. Pepper Bottle.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 11:53 am
I pick up the Dr. pepper bottle and finish off the rest of the pop, but you infected it with alien toxins and I die...
I dropped a video camera
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 9:01 pm
I pick up the video camera and push the power button to see if it still works. It explodes in my face killing me on the spot.
I drop my belt.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 11:42 pm
I find a belt. But at that same exact moment one of my rivals found a deathnote and wrote my name in it.
The police found me hanging by the belt with a picture of Sephiroth below my feet... burning_eyes
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:48 am
I see the picture, squeal (I love him!!!), and take it with me. My parents buy me bad clothes, though, and the only way they could make me wear them was to stitch the picture on them. I wear them, see that I look like a prep, and commit suicide. All that's left is knife I slit my throat with.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 6:10 pm
I pick up a bloody knife from the ground. I go home and wash it off, then walk down the street to the pawn shop to sell it.
however it seems that the shop has gone under new management since I had last visited and the cashier, with a unibrow and a lazy eye, takes the knife and hands me some money, then says, "WELL LETS TEST THIS BABY OUT."
He expertly throws the knife through my clothing, pinning me to the shop wall.
He leaves me there to starve and rot.
I drop a voice recorder.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:14 pm
I pick up the voice recorder and play the tape. The subliminal message hidden on the tape convinces me to walk in front of a fright train.
I get splatted across two miles of train track and drop my cool cowboy hat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 6:26 am
I pick up a sausage on a bun with peppers and onions.
Looks good, so I take a bite, only to have a Spartan attack and kill me.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 7:34 pm
I pick up a rule book because you apparently didn't read the rules of this thread. I get a paper cut from the pages and die of gangrene.
I drop my cowboy hat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:24 pm
I find a cowboy hat, and put it on. From there, I see so many hallucinations of the west, and I'm running from a horse. I run, and get lasso'ed by the man riding, and now I get dragged by the horse. I hit stones and rock. And you all know it isn't that comfortable being dragged. However, I suffer from the wounds in real life, and I die from them.
I clutched in my hands, Leon Kennedy's legendary gun, the Hand-Cannon.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:01 pm
I pick up a very large gun from the ground.
I decide that now would be a good time to get a gun license, so I go to learn how to shoot it properly.
however, the clerk who will teach me faints upon seeing the gun.
As I bend over to see what is wrong with him, I notice there is a flashing red light coming from a small device implanted in his neck.
Being naturally curious, I slowly pull it from under his skin.
However, it is connected to many many other wires within the clerk's body.
As I stare in shock, suddenly a robotic arm emerges from the man's interior and chokes me.
I drop the small device, which beeps occasionally now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:50 pm
I pick up the beeping device and it turns out to be a bomb. It explodes in my face.
My Kidneys fall to the ground.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:33 pm
I pick up the kidneys and put them on ice to transport them to a hospital to donate (aren't I nice?). However, some punk sees them in the back of my car on the way and shoots me to steal the kidneys to sell on the black market.
I drop ... my car.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:01 pm
Le_Scratch's car falls on my face...
I drop a leather bound black book...
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