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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 7:51 pm
Alright, this is a new type of game brought to you by Rishima Lowell.
How this works is since I started this I will drop something stupid like a pencil and whoever posts next must make some dramatic way of dieing from it, and then they drop something for the next person to die from. It's all good fun and no, no one really wants to kill anyone.
So lets begin.
I drop a pair of dice.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:13 pm
the dice gets lodged in my throat and I suffocate from it.
I drop a package of candy
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 12:17 am
The package of candy lands on my foot and I trip/kick it in surprise, smashing my head open on the candy.
I drop a hammer.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 7:32 am
the hammer lands on a trampoline, gets sprung in the air, flies over to me and hits me (with the sharper side) in the heart. I die instantly.
I drop a pair of 5-inch high heels
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:18 am
camping out in the open one night, when a pair of high heels drop from the sky, they whistle before lining up with my eyes and then my brain.
I drop a goldfish..
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:22 am
I cook the goldfish because I have no food, then realize that it was poisoned. After 24 hours of throwing up blood, I die.
I drop a brush
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:01 am
I'm taking a stroll in the mountains when I trip over a brush and fall of a cliff, tumbling all the way down, I land in toxic waste and get mutated and go on a rampage in New York City and then get shot down by the U.S. Military and die.
I drop an empty soda can.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:34 am
the soda can also lands in the toxic waste and mutates into a giant monster who thirsts for my blood. while taking a stroll, he comes and eats me.
I drop a crumbled piece of paper
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 3:29 pm
I walk out of my house and everything turns into the attack of the crumbled paper. I try to run but I just get hundreds of tiny paper cuts and I die from blood loss.
I drop a ribbon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 5:04 pm
ooooo... pretty ribbon .... I will wear it on my neck
*ties ribbon on neck*
Oh ... no.... *choke* it.. keeps ... aaakkk.... getting tiiiigghhhhh......
x_x
*a bottle of honey mustard falls to the floor and rolls to the post below me*
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 5:44 pm
Oooh, Honey Mustard! I love that stuff!! heart I'm gonna make me some toast!
*Runs to kitchen and runs back with a butter knife and toasted bread*
*trips on the way back in my haste to taste the honey mustard, driving the butter knife deep into an artery*
*the piece of toast goes flying from my hand, dropping conveniently on the ground for the next person*
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 6:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:06 pm
wandering the edge of a volcano, a can of axe falls from the sky, conveniently landing on the spray button. The axe sprays and mixed the volcano's fumes is suddenly toxic. I am sprayed in the eyes and tumble backwards into the volcano and die because of the burning lava inside.
When falling into the volcano my stick of lipstick slips from my pack and rolls down the mountain to the next post.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:16 pm
So live like you mean it, love 'til you feel it...it's all that we need in our lives...
*picks up lipstick*
"Oooh, what a pretty shade!"
*begins prancing down the side of a hill and trips, bangs my head off the ground, and eventually rolls into shark-infested waters. The damage to my head caused an open wound, so blood was trickling out. The sharks come and tear me apart.
While rolling down the hill, I dropped my cell phone into the next post.
...So stand on the edge with me, hold back your fear and see, nothing is real 'til it's gone...
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 12:49 pm
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