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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:26 pm
Day 1 went suspiciously missing. >>
DAY 2:
Eventually, the GCSGers realized that the screams coming from the jail were not rape-induced.
“Aw, crap…” someone muttered. “That’s rather alarming.”
“You know what I find alarming?” Meru asked in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice. “The number of zombies in this town! I mean most of us were killed not even a month ago, and yet here we are today!”
A few people shuffled their feet and moaned in approval.
“I blame inasanemonkey1230. She killed most of us… and then brought us back to life… and was never caught! That seems rather suspicious.” Someone pointed out.
“Vote A Dragonfly’s Sin!” a voice boomed, and soon the GCSGers were covered in junk items, causing more than a few to burst into tears at the thought of clashing colors. “VOTE A DRAGONFLY’S SIIIIIIN!”
It was soon decided that the sudden defense maneuver was far too suspicious, and the bribes far too paltry to sway the vote, and inasanemonkey1230 was promptly jailed.
“Re… re… re…” insect sounds filled the air. “Re… re… re…”
“Re… re… REEEEEE!” these sounds were soon magnified by an apparently human voice which grated on the ears. “RE-RE-RE-RE-REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DUUUUUUUUUUUUUX!”
MonJ Redux popped out of the bushes, frightening a woman and scaring away whatever few, bold insects had stayed in their hiding spots. “MONJ REEEEEEEEEDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUX!”
As he did a little jig, a scream was heard from one of the nearby buildings. “SHUT UP!” this was closely followed by a gunshot, and MonJ fell to the stone ground.
“Re… re… re…” the insects slowly came alive again.
Rorek grinned at the cashier. “Keep the chaaaange…” he whispered, sending chills up the teenager’s spine despite the vests she wore.
He bent down awkwardly to grab his bags and leave, his back making a strange popping noise. The cashier shuddered once more and attempted to make herself look busy with putting her hair up. Rorek noticed this and turned slowly towards her to wink.
The girl nearly screamed, but held it in until he was out the door.
Once Rorek was home, he put a chair against the door to block entry. Taking the bags, he removed a potato peeler, spoon, and a whisk. He opened his mouth unnaturally wide, tipped his head back and jammed the potato peeler down his own throat. Working the peeler in a clockwise motion, he slowly grated away his flesh. Gag reflexes didn’t matter when the Manipulator was in charge.
Rorek then took out the potato peeler, which was dark red with blood. He tipped some blood into a bowl. Taking out the spoon, he jammed it into his left eye socket and twisted it around a fair bit. The eyelid collapsed over Rorek’s ruined eye, and he grinned, his lips almost cheerily red.
He removed the spoon from his eye, tipping part of the unsavory mixture into the bowl and mixing it with a whisk. Suddenly, a knock was heard and Rorek flew to the cupboard, grabbed a knife, and rammed it into his gut. Blood flew from his lips and into the sink, but the Manipulator knew that he was not dead quite yet. He twisted the blade, removed it, and ran it down his wrists.
The Manipulator cut the connection, leaving Rorek to snap awake and scream hoarsely for one terrible second before slipping away and into oblivion.
inasanemonkey1230 was jailed, MonJ was sniped, and Rorek was... well, a lot of stuff happened to him, and he died.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:29 pm
DAY 3:
“Hey!” Gladys said. “Hellooo… didn’t you hear me?”
Inasanemonkey1230 shuddered. “Gladys…” she said carefully. “Did you hear those noises last night?”
“Noises?” asked Gladys, surprised. “Why, of course not… did you know that a duck’s quack doesn’t echo… and no one knows why!”
Ina thought back to the last night. Chirping… rasping, scraping noises along with a high-pitched girl’s scream had awaken her, and three pairs of eyes had hovered just out of arm’s length. She shuddered once more. “Gladys, seriously, you must have heard!”
The older woman blushed. “Well… I do snore a fair bit, but I didn’t think it was that obvious…” to make up for this, she exclaimed, “The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds!”
Not long after that, the door to the cell opened and Vlad D. Tepes was thrown inside. A sobbing woman screamed, “MURDERER!” while another chose to emphasize how just plain gross the bit with the potato peeler was. “SHADDUP!” Vlad said. “I didn’t do it!”
“You KILLED someone?” Gladys asked, apparently impressed. “Did you know that In Natoma, Kansas, it's illegal to throw knives at men wearing striped suits? I mean, I thought that it would be against the law to throw knives at everyone, but the list said it, so I’m sure there’s a rational explanation!”
Vlad raised an eyebrow, but before he could say a word Ina interrupted, “Yeah… a rational explanation for everything… right?”
“The streets will run red with…” the sniper muttered, choosing their subject carefully. “Ah! Wine. The streets will run red with wine.” They shot at a wine barrel.
“How boring.” The sniper remarked as the barrel burst and someone yelled at a lone child. “The streets with run red with… CHERRY Wine! Oho, how clever am I?”
Yet Cherry Wine was no where to be found. After a few minutes, the sniper pursed their lips and pouted. “Booooring! I’ll be a stalker for a while.”
Eventually, Cherry Wine was tracked down, conversing with a random bystander. “Needs moar ruined innocence.” The sniper mused. However, no children happened to walk by, so they aimed their rifle and scared the hell out of the G-Team member Cherry was conversing with, who promptly ran into their hidey-hole while she died.
K I N G S H O Y was dancing naked to the soundtrack to High School Musical when the Manipulator took over. Upon doing so, our brave little killer decided to look down and promptly screamed at the horrific sight, which gave them inspiration to kill Shoy in a particularly painful manner. “Down the throat… now up the nose! …Or should it be in the ear?” they mused.
Eventually, up the nose seemed to fit, seeing as Shoy spent so much time exploring this particular area. The Manipulator cackled as they carved up the nose to look something like Voldemort’s (except icky and bloody) and then decided it was their duty to remove Kingshoy’s ears and stick them into the toaster oven just to creep the townsfolk out.
The Manipulator sighed. This was really getting old, especially the ‘no clothing’ part, so they decided to stab Shoy in the stomach, removed their hold on him, and let him bleed out onto the kitchen floor.
Kingshoy was manipulated into killing himself, Cherry Wine was sniped, and Vlad was jailed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:29 pm
DAY 4:
On the fourth day of the eighteenth sniper game, the GCSGers all woke at approximately 6:32 AM. Upon said waking, each had about the same reaction:
"WHAT THE HE-"
"-avenly chorus!" a loudspeaker announced. "GCSGers, today we're going to play a bit of a game. Today is under-G day!"
The GCSGers were out of their homes in suspiciously brightly colored, identical uniforms. It seemed the entire town had been struck by an explosion of Fisher-Price; no more sharp corners, no dull colors... even the jail had been converted into a giant bouncy ball-shaped enclosure. Upon further inspection, Ego's corpse had been dressed in pink and yellow and propped up to look like she was sleeping.
"Today, there will be no more unhappiness... no more swearing, no more violence, nothing! For one perfect day, all will be well. After, of course, a bit of a selection process. One of your friends will no longer be with us, seeing as his name was far over G. In fact... It may have been over PG-13!"
The GCSGers looked mystified. How had this happened overnight? And why? Who had left?
"First off, a certain player has not been practicing under-G behavior. I believe you all agreed on this, and so Sick Helium must be escorted into the bouncy-ball structure, or, in over-G terms, the jail."
-_Sanity Eater_- spoke up first. "No! Whoever you are, this is no time to do this! People are being killed, we're in a state of emergency! This is a rather-"
She was cut off by the voice. "R-rated time, yes! This is why we thought you should be given a break... from speculating."
Whispering broke out. "It's the killers!" Sanity Eater exclaimed.
Out of nowhere, a bright pink bullet was fired, muffled by a cheerful and doubtlessly pre-recorded burst of giggles to hide the sound. Sanity Eater fell to the ground and was quickly hidden by a large, baby-blue blanket. A GCSGer gasped, but the rest were used to it and simply turned away.
"Furthermore, there will be no objections today." the voice continued briskly. "Objections are over G. Speaking of G, the member 'The Sexy G' has been escorted out of town. Perminately. With knives."
The GCSGers had no choice but to go about their under-G day. There was no frowning, no complaining, no speculating, no suspiciousness...
The Sexy G has been manipulated into 'escorting himself out of town', Sanity Eater was sniped, Sick Helium was jailed, and the GCSGers have not been very happy. D;
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:30 pm
DAY 5:
“Murdered your own husband!” yelled Hirun.
“Killed Kingshoy while he was naked! No one wants to see that, not even the cleanup crew!” screeched Zanaroo.
“do u think my butt lookz big lol?” asked Druki.
And then in a crescendo of noise, all screamed, “TI CHAAAAAAAN!” and threw her in jail before she could answer Druki’s question.
“Humans blink over 10,000,000 times a year!” exclaimed Gladys as a way of greeting her.
Ina rolled over on her cot and threw her a pack of earplugs. “Don’t yell at her or she’ll cry for hours, and that’s much louder than this. There’s ghosts and that’s not a pillow, that’s the decomposing body of Egotistical Moose.”
The Ti Chan screamed and ran around the room in tight circles, shrieking.
“TAKE BACK THE EARPLUGS!” Sick Helium yelled.
Ginny Amidala of Hobbiton aimed her rifle and slowly counted down in her head. “Three… two… on-”
Her body went rigid and she began to seize, flinging the rifle across the rooftop and down into the streets below. Suddenly, she went straight as a board and began breathing again. She stood up awkwardly and went over to a paper near the edge of the roof. The first page said:
“1. MonJ Redux
2. Cherry Wine
3. Sanity Eater
4.”
There was a smudge. The Manipulator looked at the list for a while, then gasped. They had taken over the sniper’s body! In their haste to get away from the edge and Ginny’s body, they stepped out from the building and plummeted to earth.
Someone screamed as they saw Ginny’s body fall. A man reached her first, and took the paper. He gasped. “Are you the…” the sentence wasn’t finished.
“Sniper…” Ginny said, back in her own body. “Yees…”
“You bi-”
But he was interrupted by a woman. “How did you transform the town? Who is the Manipulator?”
“I…” she croaked. “wrote to… wrote to them… used you…”
The woman looked puzzled.
Ginny smiled. “They took over… your bodies… used as pawns…” she coughed up a bit of blood which she made no move to wipe up. Ginny Amidala of Hobbiton, the sniper, was dead.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:31 pm
DAY 6:
“TOOTSIIIIIIIIIIE!”
“INSOMNESIAAAAAAAAAAC!”
“TOMNESIIIIIIIIE!”
“…Tomnesie?”
The GCSGers blinked. “Wait a minute…” someone said.
“Tootsie’s totally guilty.”
“No way, it was Insomnesiac!”
“TOOTSIE!”
“STOOOOP!” a brave GCSGer screamed. When all signs of commotion had faded out, he calmly said, “Aaaand… continue.”
The fight soon escalated to violence. A brawl broke out, causing fists to flail and some desperate SGers to bite each other. Through all of this, Insomnesiac and Tootsie walked calmly to the jail cell. Insomnesiac opened the door and made a gesture to let Tootsie in. Tootsie thanked her and stepped inside with Insom close to follow. They shut the door and it locked from the outside.
Inside the cell, The Ti Chan and Gladys were having a debate.
“No WAY men are six times more likely to be struck by lightning than women!” The Ti Chan yelled. “It’s stupid!”
“Men are taller, it makes sense! Plus, they work in fields and stuff more than women. Did you know that fifteen percent of men who grow up in rural areas lose their virginity to livestock?”
“That’s disgusting and untrue! You can’t be telling me that fifteen percent of men would do that.”
“You’d think differently if you had met my husband.”
No one got much sleep that night.
Sae25 was having a wonderful day.
She had found a giftbox, gotten no giftsnipes, and someone had donated to her! Everything was going wonderfully until she got home.
At about 9 o’clock at night, Sae was watching bad horror flicks in her pajamas with a bowl of popcorn. She was having a very good time when suddenly her world went black and the Manipulator took over.
Sae, or rather the Manipulator, headed into the kitchen and turned on the stove. Her face flew forward and into the flame, searing and melting her flesh away. Her face was blackened and malformed, a grotesque parody of a face complete with grinning teeth and eyes running down charred flesh like crushed eggs.
The Manipulator found it a bit hard to force Sae’s face into a smile, but the task was accomplished. Her flesh split open on both sides of her face, cracking her cheeks.
Though Sae’s injuries were disgusting and terrible, she was not dead. She was forced to walk out the door and into the night, stopping only when she came to a large tree. The Manipulator themselves was waiting for her, and when they withdrew their grasp on Sae’s mind she collapsed into their arms with a moan which was half pain and half terror.
“Shh…” the manipulator soothed. “It will be over… eventually.”
They hauled her body up to the place they had prepared and took out a hammer and two huge stakes. Not much later, Sae hung from the tree, crucified.
The Manipulator took out a lighter and drew a cross on her partially-exposed belly. Sae didn’t struggle; her lungs had collapsed and she was dead.
Sae25 has been killed, and both Insomnesiac and TootsieFruity have been jailed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:32 pm
DAY 7:
“Toasted!” the paper read. “Sae25 was found dead in a tree today, crucified. It seems her killer held her face to a flame, making her nearly indistinguishable. If not for her lucky underwear, which certain sources have reported that she wears nearly every day, it may have been quite some time until she was found to be the deceased.”
“See?” someone screamed. “TOASTED! It says it right there on the paper… it’s Toastie! She’s a cold blooded killer-er-er!”
“Right!” someone else declared. “TO TOASTIE’S STY OF A SHACK WE WILL NOT GRACE WITH THE TITLE OF ‘HOUSE!’”
When the GCSGers arrived at Toastie’s house, they found that all the windows had been boarded up and the door locked. “IT’S GOT TO BE HER!” Meru screamed. “GET A BATTERING RAM!”
And so the GCSGers went to the jail to retrieve Ego’s corpse. They ran back to Toastie’s home and were in after a few minutes.
Heart Shaped Toastie sat in a corner, hugging her knees. “NO! PLEASE, DON’T HURT ME! I’M ONLY HERE BECAUSE ONCE I GOT THE PAPER I KNEW YOU’D COME AFTER ME! I DIDN’T DO IT!”
But it was too late. Not long after that, Toastie was being regaled with whatever Gladys could think of from her inbox.
Which turned out to be quite a bit.
HappiHazard strolled down the aisles of Home Depot, looking for a screw for which to… screw things. However, the Manipulator had other things in mind. It was lucky that no one else was in the aisle, for Happi gave up quite a fight before the Manipulator took over her body, screaming various obscenities.
When HappiHazard straightened back up, the Manipulator surveyed their surroundings and grinned. A hardware store! They checked her wallet and were quite pleased to find over a hundred dollars (expensive screws). So the Manipulator skipped down the aisles in HappiHazard’s body, happy as a… killer in a store filled with extremely sharp and dangerous devices.
Finally, the Manipulator made their purchase: a scrollsaw. They hauled it into Happi’s car and returned to her house, placing the saw upon a table and locking the door before getting to work.
Happi’s mouth opened wide once more as the Manipulator guided her face sideways into the path of the blade. It wasn’t long before Happi’s face had split into a grotesque parody of a smile which left her face mutilated and bloody.
The ingenious Manipulator then thought of a brilliant, hunger-induced way to kill a human being ever posted on a PG-13 website. Though the scrollsaw wouldn’t work for this task, they found a knife in the kitchen and slit open HappiHazard’s belly. They then shoved whatever they found down her throat. Whooooo.
Suddenly and without warning, Scelero flied down from the treetops! “Never fear!” Scelero cried, plopping a heavy and slightly moist bag onto the ground. “I have cat heads!”
Splitting the bag wide open, the heads of many a feline began to tumble out. The GCSGers screamed noobishly, attempting to flee from the cats that could no longer move. Scelero stared in wonder as they raced off, then said, “They’re only cats…”
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:33 pm
DAY 8:
“Smelling green apples or bananas can help you lose weight!” Gladys said.
All the people in the cell not wearing their earplugs looked rather offended. “Well, it’s true!” she explained. “I read it… on the internet!”
Insomnesiac sighed and The Ti Chan rolled towards the wall. No one had been talking these past few days, since this simply gave Gladys more fuel. Suddenly, the cell door opened and Roy Salamandra was thrown inside. “HEY!” Tootsie screamed. “LET US OUT! THE KILLINGS HAVEN’T STOPPED YET!”
The GCSGers muttered something about new killers taking their places as they hurried off. Roy Salamandra dusted himself off and looked around.
“You came on a good day.” Explained Vlad. “They took Ego’s body out and now it smells better.”
“Hair and fingernails continue to grow after you die!” exclaimed Gladys as a few people in the cell wondered if they should test the theory out on her.
Anael De Ezra sat at home, polishing her G-Team badge and thinking of how shiny it was when she didn’t put it to use when she started convulsing and the Manipulator began to control her body.
They looked down and noticed the G-Team badge, prompting them to make Ezzy do a jig before they skewered her eyes with it. Grinning, they skipped her body into the bathroom and looked around for something with which to kill her.
Soap? Too slippery. Razor? Too typical. Curling iron…? Hey, that could work!
They plugged in the curling iron and ran into the kitchen for a knife. Once it was hot enough, they plunged the knife into her gut and wiggled it around for a bit, causing it to disappear into her flesh and they guided it up through her ribcage. Then they removed it and led the curling iron along the path, slowly cooking her insides and producing a disgusting smell.
Eventually Ezra’s body had had enough, and she fell to the floor, dead. One G-Team member down, one to go!
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:34 pm
DAY 9:
The GCSGers banged on [Q]’s door. “OPEN UP IN THERE!” one screamed. “We know it’s you, killer!”
The door opened silently, but no one was there. Undaunted, the mob stormed into Q’s house, screaming and waving their torches. Finally, he was found on the second floor. “THERE HE IS! GET ’IM!”
[Q] was handcuffed and brought to the jail. However, once the GCSGers arrived, they found that Q simply was no longer there. Weird. However, Bellecat and Mercain were throwing rocks at each other across town, which the GCSGers decided was a good, suspicious habit and quickly locked the two of them up (no matter how grateful they were to Bellecat for causing bodily injury to Mercain).
Inside the cell, the few jailed individuals were celebrating. There was laughing and joking, and Vlad was actually breakdancing (rather unsuccessfully). “Woah!” Mercain said. “Jail’s cooler than I ever imagined!”
“Just today!” Sick Helium informed as he passed by in a conga line. “No one knows what happened to Gladys, but we think she got really high and passed out!”
And lo and behold, Gladys was slumped over in a corner, muttering something about pigs and 30-minute orgasms.
“Muffin shooooopping…” Fortrena Askasa sang. “How I love to shop for mufffffffffiiiiiiiiins…”
He pushed himself off and soared down an aisle of the grocery store, balancing on his shopping cart which was nearly full with muffins. He got a few odd looks from people, but none of that mattered to him. He couldn’t stop then… this was muffin country!
Finally, he pushed his muffin-laden cart into the checkout lane. The person at the checkout counter was reading an advertisement about how to be on the lookout for people acting strangely and to dial 911 should they see such a case, but they didn’t give Fort’s load of muffins a second look as he rang him up.
And off Fort was in the muffinmobile! He owned a home, but he didn’t live there, oh no. Fortrena Askasa chose to live in his totally pimped out Muffinmobile, yo. Though at times it smelled a bit moldy due to Fort’s love of muffins young and old, it was home to him and he loved it.
However, once he had stopped in a parking lot to gobble down muffin upon muffin, a change took over him. Once he straightened up, Fort was no longer in his own body. The Manipulator surveyed the scene of muffiny goodness with a sneer.
It didn’t take long for the Manipulator to find a rock-solid muffin in the very back of the van. It was rather disgusting, having been covered with moldy muffins for God knows how long, yet this particular pastry (are muffins pastries?) seemed to have gone the opposite direction. It had petrified.
The Manipulator drove the muffinmobile to Fort’s normal home, their prize of a muffin in the seat beside them. In the kitchen, they acquired a knife from a drawer and carved the muffin into a rather sharp implement of sugary destruction. They sliced off some flesh from his chest and placed muffins there, giving him muffin-boobs and causing the Manipulator to giggle in a rather surprisingly high-pitched voice.
After a while, they had replaced Fort’s eyes with muffins and carved out a hole large enough to cram two rather flattened muffins into his nose. They then cut off a large section of thumb and forefinger from each of his hands, stuffed muffins down his throat until they were rather sure he couldn’t breathe, and retracted their grasp before creeping over to Fort’s house to watch the fun.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:40 pm
DAY 10:
“Did you know that hummingbirds weigh less than a penny?” queried Gladys. “I mean… isn’t that just amazing? Maybe you should try the nectar diet, dear…” she put on a concerned face.
Toastie looked up, offended. However, so did Vlad, Sick Helium, Inasanemonkey, and Tootsie, so everyone thought quietly to themselves that she must have meant someone else.
Suddenly, the door opened and Buzz was thrust inside… literally. The GCSGers were thrusting at him, forcing him to back into the jail cell. “No!” he screamed. “Ew ew ew ew, don’t let them tooooouch meeeee…”
A few GCSGers laughed and high-fived each other. “You’re prolly not guilty…” one said. “But we’re throwing you in here anyway. Y’know, keep the true killer from being sheeped.”
Buzz blinked. “Oh, yeah!” someone said. “The manipulator was TOTALLY voted for last round. Maybe. I can tell you for absolute-maybe-sure that someone thought about voting for them. Yeah. At least one person. Probably.” They nodded and the GCSGers were off before Buzz could whine at them.
“Why do I always chose to kill the freaks…” The Manipulator sighed. “Oh, well… I guess…”
They flew Malignant Mushroom’s body over to the dresser and threw a dress over her head while attempting to not look down. However, this was a rather difficult task, and they stubbed Mushroom’s toe on the corner of the dresser. The Manipulator swore in pain.
They blinked.
They swore in… pain... ohshit. They weren’t supposed to feel pain. How could they kill her if they felt the pain they inflicted upon Malignant Mushroom’s body? And wouldn’t that mean that she was… conscious when they took over her body?
The Manipulator decided to test it. They went into the kitchen, took out a knife, and cut Mushroom’s arm. Hissing in pain, they retracted their grasp from her body and instantly, the pain vanished. The Manipulator ran to Mushroom’s house, where they heard screams from inside.
“WHO ARE YOU?” she yelled. “Get out! Please, please, don’t do that again! Please…” she broke down into sobs. The Manipulator mused for a moment about how terrible it would be to have someone take over your body, how invasive, but still they felt no pity. With a grin, they took over Mushroom’s body again.
The pain in their arm was back again, stinging and throbbing. Though it would be hard to inflict so much pain upon themselves, the fact that ol’ Shroomy felt it was payment enough for them. They struck a match and poured some oil over Malignant Mushroom’s head, and it a second her hair was in flames. The Manipulator howled in pain as the fire consumed their head, so they took the gasoline can and held it against their chest before retreating from Malignant Mushroom’s body.
The Manipulator was on their feet in a second, sprinting from what would soon be the remnants of Malignant Mushroom’s home. Grinning as they fled, they kept running even after they heard the explosion and heat grasped at their back, after they knew they were safe and the flames wouldn’t touch them, and after the screams of the GCSGers met their ears. They returned with the crowd, panting and ashen-faced.
“Holy hell!” they exclaimed. “I was taking a walk and something exploded right in my ******** ear! What do you think went down?” they asked a fellow GCSGer. “Seems a bit suspicious…”
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:41 pm
DAY 11:
On the eleventh day of the eighteenth sniper game, Akai Uchiha woke at five o’clock in the morning to turn herself in.
Whistling a merry tune as she skipped to the jail, she happily asked for the keys from the warden and made her way into the jail cell. The dim creeking sound shooed away whatever ghosts remained in the jail, save for a daring Ego who blew one last raspberry and fled some time later. Gladys awoke with a start and got to complaining.
“IF I DON’T GET MY BEAUTY SLEEP I’LL NEVER WIN MISS SG!” she screamed, causing many a bleary eyebrow to raise.
“I’m the killer.” Akai said in a calm tone of voice, then made her way over to a corner of a cell to sit with her arms folded across her legs.
“What?!” screamed Ina. “You can’t say that you caused all of us to be thrown into this hellhole then just… expect to be welcomed!”
“Oh, I never said anything about that.”
Akai went into a fit. Vlad screamed girlishly, causing Gladys to yell in a deep baritone voice. When Akai awoke, she began sweating and said, “They were here. The Manipulator… stole my soul. They did it. They took my body.”
When the GCSGers woke up, they decided to be lazy and keep Akai in the cell.
Edmond Dantes was doing his little, “HAY GUIZE I’M THE NR” dance when he began convulsing. A GCSGer screamed, when suddenly a figure swung by on a rope, screaming, “DEMON BEGONE!” and threw holy water into Edmond’s face.
This did little, but it surprised the Manipulator enough so that they lost their grip on Edmond’s body and the GCSGers kept a close watch on him the rest of the day in case the Manipulator tried anything suspicious.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:43 pm
DAY 12:
“Hello and welcome to the first ever annual Miss SG contest!” announced Vlad D. Tepes when s a x e walked in. “Here’s our first contestant, GLADYS CATCRAZED!”
“Ooh, ah…” mumbled Tootsie, half asleep.
“Hiss, boo.” Buzz yawned.
Gladys walked out from behind a cot, holding a brick and waving wildly. She had somehow attained an extremely frayed blue dress which was stained with something that looked horribly like blood.
“Oh la la!” Vlad said, clapping from his top bunk. “And now for our second contestant… INASANEMONKEY!”
“lolwhut” Ina said, seeing as she had fallen asleep. “OH! Yeah. I walk this way, right? Yeah, okay, why not…” she hadn’t gone to any lengths to look presentable, but twirled in a half-hearted pirouette before stumbling back to bed, where she began to snore rather loudly.
“And last but not least… SICK HELIUM!” Vlad announced. “…Wait… um… what? I… um… I mean… HOORAY!”
Sick Helium walked perfectly in 3-inch rhinestone studded heels, wearing a light pink dress which showed way too much manthigh with far too many ruffles. He had gotten hair extensions and wore an elegant bun. It looked as if he had gotten Botox and… shaved his legs.
Buzz screamed and began crying into a nonexistent pillow.
Vlad’s voice shook from laughter as he said, “A-and… we’ll… we’ll get to the r-r-results t-tomorrow…”
Saxe turned to the door and started banging his fists against it, screaming, “LET ME OOOOOOOOOUT!”
“And Sunaya is the sun… because her name contains the word sun…” Sunaya whispered delicately to herself, standing in front of a mirror.
The Manipulator stood in their house, ringing their hands. “Okay… alright… I won’t scream…”
“And Sunaya will win the campaign… because she has a great slogan… and what is that slogan?”
“No, I won’t… I won’t scream… I won’t alert the G-Team… I can’t…” the Manipulator sat down in a plush chair.
“I will do anything for a vote… I will do anything for a vote… I will do anything for a vote… BUT I WON’T GIVE TO CHARITY! NO, NO, NO, I WON’T GIVE TO CHARITY!”
The Manipulator took a deep breath. “Okay…” they took over Sunaya’s body.
They calmly strode into the kitchen and took out a knife when they got the idea to publicly humiliate Sunaya before killing her. “Coolio!” and with that, they stripped off Sunaya’s clothing, ran out into the street, and started making out with a hobo.
The hobo started making weird gasping noises, so the Manipulator got a bit weary. They tried to jerk away, but the hobo held on tighter and started gnawing on Sunaya’s nose. The manipulator screamed and tried to get away, but the hobo hadn’t had some lovin’ in quite a while.
Just when the Manipulator thought that maybe they should ditch Sunaya and run for it, the hobo suddenly let go and rolled over. “What the hell?” the Manipulator asked.
“I have a headache.” The hobo replied.
“But… I thought you were going to –”
“No. Not today. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed.”
“I didn’t want-”
“Oh, typical! Now you’ve gone to childish name calling. Again.”
“No, no! I’m sorry. Please forgive me? I was just… kidding. Right.”
The hobo screamed at her. “NO! This has gone on too long! I’m TIRED, okay?” he stabbed Sunaya in the jugular. The Manipulator screamed and clutched at Sunaya’s neck before fleeing her body.
“Aw, come on, can’t you take a joke?” the hobo kicked Sunaya’s lifeless corpse. “Maaaan… now you’ve gone and bled to death… thanks a lot! God, I hate people with no sense of humor.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:44 pm
DAY 13:
The votes had been counted…
The judges had been bribed…
Buzz’s eyes had been gouged…
And the results were in!
“Drumroll, please…” said Vlad D. Tepes. One or two SGers pounded of the wall unenthusiastically. “Aaaaand… the winner is…”
“INASANEMONKEY1230!”
Gladys and Sick Helium wailed, waking Ina up. “WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?” she screamed.
“You’re Miss SG! Haven’t you been listening?”
“Okay, cool.” Ina muttered, then rolled over and commenced snoring.
Sick Helium turned his mascara-streaked face to Sick Helium. “How could this be? I curled my hair, shaved my legs, spent 20k on this dress, and what do I get? An insult!”
“I agree!” exclaimed Gladys. “She doesn’t even care! This is an outrage! A disgrace to the SG name!”
“Hey, lady, this is the first Miss SG contest, and we only put it on so you’d shut up,” Vlad explained rather impatiently. “You’re old and annoying and Kichi’s a man, so Ina was the obvious choice. Plus, she’s less detrimental to Buzz’s health.”
Buzz whimpered in agreement, trying to avoid looking at Sick Helium.
At that point, Ismaru burst in. “WhuddImiss?” he asked, then kicked a few people out of the way to Buzz’s cot and shoved him off it before climbing in himself.
“Heeeeey!” Buzz whined. “That was mine! I farted in it!”
“What a coincidence… so did I!” Ismaru said, then rolled over and started punching the wall.
“What a n00b…” muttered Tootsie.
“Total lamer!” Mercain agreed.
“Bet he’s the killer…” Vlad said under his breath.
While the G-Team guarded Edmond Dantes’ bathroom stall, the Manipulator was out to cause mayhem.
“Hmmm…” they muttered, eyeing the clocktower. “I feel pain in another body. I can choose not to feel pain. I can choose to make them aware or not… what if I tried to inhabit both bodies at the same time?”
Grabbing their piece of metal tubing with wing-like attachments to make to soar straight down, the slowly began the ascent up to the top. “The sniper usually does this…” they frowned. “Oh well! It’s a nice high place.”
They made sure that they were at a flat part of the tower before attempting to inhabit another body while keeping an attachment to their own, chanting strange words.
Eventually, they were able to keep a grip on both bodies by focusing on one at a time while maintaining the other. They led Sibeiko to the base of the clock tower and bent his body at the waist as if in a bow or to pick up a coin on the sidewalk.
Keeping their tabs on Sib’s body, they switched their focus to their own. Aiming their rod straight down to a point of Sibby’s neck, they let it loose and kept hold of his body for a moment more before retracting their control.
Sib barely had time to move before the rod ripped through muscle and spinal cord and bone.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:48 pm
DAY 14:
“Sorry, iPocky. You’re outta luck. SG beauty pageant was yesterday…” Gladys sighed and didn’t even bother to give a useless fact. “To a completely undeserving recipient, y’know. All she does is sleep during the day since we can’t really in the night.”
iPocky was wide-eyed. “I heard there were ghosts…?”
“Nope. Not even that… they went and haunted some other place. There have been rumors that someone tried to… you know… Buzz. He’s always scared now.”
iPocky shivered. “I don’t blame him.”
“Neither do I, child, neither do I…” Gladys muttered, shaking her head. “You know, there’s some reaaaal perverts out there. I’d guess about fifteen percent. Did you know that fifteen percent of me-”
“DON’T SAY IT!” Sick Helium cried. “It’s not true! Please don’t say it, make her not say it! Nonono!”
Gladys sighed. “He took the Miss SG thing pretty badly, y’know?”
“Here you are, Mr. Edmond Dantes,” Merty said, handing him a towel.
“Thank you…” he replied.
“Anything else, Mr. Edmond Dantes, sir?”
“I’d like to go to the bathroom, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Negative, Mr. Edmond Dantes. Your safety is my number one objective, and I must stay with you at all times. You know the drill.”
Edmond Dantes sighed. “Listen, just stand outside, okay? Please?”
“Negative. I’ll go with you. I must, and nothing you stay with deter me.”
“Oh… okay. You know, I don’t even have to go anymore. I can wait.” But Edmond Dantes knew that he couldn’t.
“Negative. The repercussions may be severe. Kidney damage would be most unhelpful.”
“Fine! Please don’t watch me, though…”
“Nega-”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Hmmm…” the Manipulator wondered aloud. “Who to kill…? I know! It’s time for… WHEEL! OF! ME-BEING-INDECISIVE-ABOUT-WHO-I-SHOULD-KILL-IN-A-RATHER-PAINFUL-MANNER!”
They stopped to think about the name for a moment, then shrugged and spun it. ’Round the wheel went… and stopped at Merty.
“Ah! Merty! Excellent.”
They sat down and stole Merty’s body.
Upon seeing Edmond Dantes using the… facilities… a number of things happened in rapid succession:
First, the Manipulator screamed, causing Edmond Dantes to scream and jump into the bathtub.
Second, the Manipulator looked down and noticed a G-Team badge, causing them to grin widely and reach for the gun they had seen not so long ago, gleaming on what they now knew was Merty’s figure.
Third, they took aim at Edmond.
Fourth, they noticed that he was displaying a cell phone.
“The police.” He said, a look of determination on his face. “We’re near the outskirts of town. SG may not have a force, but the next town over does and they’re on their way. I suggest you get out of here. You don’t know who knows the counterspell to your damned magic.”
The Manipulator hesitated for a moment, just long enough to hear what they imagined to be sirens (in reality, the police chief in the next town over was currently taking one last sip of coffee, rather oblivious of the danger in the SG). They pointed to gun to Merty’s head and shot, before retreating to their own body.
iPocky has been jailed and Merty, the second and final G-Team, has been killed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:49 pm
DAY 15:
The door opened and A Dragonfly’s Sin stepped inside.
“…Hello?” she called in the cell. “Um… anyone awake?”
No one stirred. Many still bodies snored on, frightening Sin enough to go and shake one. “…Monkey?”
But inasanemonkey1230 did not stir. Sin shook her more vigorously. “Ina! Monkey, wake up! What’s going on?”
She rolled her body over. Monkey’s eyes were closed and her lips curved into a shadow of a smile, yet her body was stiff. Sin screamed, waking everyone else up.
“Monkey’s dead! Monkey’s dead!” she sobbed. “Someone killed her from the jail!”
Someone swayed on their feet, but stayed standing up. “Mmmm…” they hummed. “Uh… uh-huh…”
Sin raced for the door. “Help!” she screamed. “Someone killed Monkey!”
No G-Team. People being killed from the jail. No one was safe…
Edmond Dantes sighed and rang the doorbell. No one answered after a minute or so, so he rang it again. And again one minute later. Desperate, he cried out and jammed his finger into the button, pushing again and again until the Manipulator answered the door. “Thank God…” he muttered, and let himself in.
The Manipulator gave him a half-puzzled, half suspicious look. Edmond Dantes raised his hands. “No, no, I don’t mean any harm to you… and yes, I know you’re the Manipulator. Could I please sit down? I want to talk to you.”
The Manipulator made a gesture and then sat down. “Pleas won’t bother me.”
“No, that’s not what I’m here for.” Edmond replied. “I know you have to kill me… and, well, that’s okay with me now. I… I think I understand your position.”
The Manipulator raised an eyebrow.
“This town’s beyond repair,” Edmond began. “I always knew we were each a bit strange… but yesterday I found out the extent of the damage. I think you know what I mean; and I think that I know your and Ginny’s motives. Now I can honestly say that I understand.”
The Manipulator leaned forward in the chair, interested. “You understand. Right. Do you know what’s wrong with the jail?”
“Yes.”
“Ah… that’s good. And you realize why Ginny and I are doing… were doing, in her case, this?”
Edmond nodded. “And… I don’t think I can live with myself anymore. I may have given the town the key to locking you up. You, who would fight this corruption, would be killed for wrongdoings against the town… the irony is almost too much!”
“How do you know who I am?”
“I knew the clues. I figured it out… that’s kind of why I’m ashamed. If I could figure it out, someone else could. Now that I know why you’re doing this, I think… I think you need to kill me now.”
The Manipulator looked at him for a long moment. “You don’t want to live in a world that would let this happen.” It wasn’t a question.
“Please don’t think of me as a coward… and please don’t take over my body. Once was enough.”
The Manipulator nodded. “It’s a shame, but I agree. You know too much. Still, thank you for understanding. Thank God.”
Edmond Dantes nodded, his eyes closed. He gulped as he slid a handgun across the table where the Manipulator’s hand snatched it up. “And… I understand your anger. At them. Anger terrible enough to kill them in such a way. I never thought I would, but I’m glad that I know before I die.”
The Manipulator nodded. They took aim, then fired two shots into Edmond’s body.
His body went limp, and a notebook slipped from his pocket. The Manipulator picked it up and flipped through… all the clues were there. They sighed and threw the gun across the room, disgusted for killing the two people who ever understood what had happened.
Dundundun DRAMA LULZ
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