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Boc
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| Post #1: 27th Jan 2015 8:51 PM | |
"Sleep well." - Kenneth
Kenneth
Played by: KC
Game: ATTWS III: FErst Class
Alignment: Self
Role: Serial Killer
Death: Lynched Day 5 (initial form), Lynched Day 12 (Gilbert form)
Description: Kenneth's had it. All this mainstream filth polluting this beautiful vessel. The rudeness from the passengers from the moment he stepped on was just too much to bear. There wasn't even a hit of irony about them, they were just terrible, terrible people. Not one of them fit to live.
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Officer Swanson and I looked on at the poor sap before us. Seven knives protruded from his back as if he were a pin cushion.
I looked down and noticed he was holding a knife of his own. It was covered with blood. Next to his hand, there seemed to be some kind of message, written in blood.
Hm. Most intriguing.
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As soon as Poo slid his mucilaginous mass into the conference car, his finger was pointed squarely at Kenneth.
"THIS HIPSTER DOUCHE LAST NIGHT I CONTROLLED
WHAT'D HE DO? HE KILLED BERNIE MOST OLD
NOW WE MUST STRIKE HIM TIL HE'S COLD!"
Without a second thought, seven of the passengers grabbed steak knives and steadily approached Kenneth.
"Now wait a minute you guys. We can talk about this. Let's just talk." he said calmly.
Scott shook his head.
"No. You're a killer. I mean I enjoy partaking in criminal activities as much as the next guy, but I can't very well do all my crack-smoking and what-not when someone's trying to kill me!"
"Look. I admit it. I'm a killer. But I swear...it was all for the good of the town. Sarah and Rachel would still be on the loose if it weren't for me! Now just trust me. Scott's got to go next." Kenneth said, suddenly less sure of himself. The mob didn't seem to be letting up.
Winston shook his head disapprovingly.
"Son, there comes a time in every train ride when it's gotta reach its destination. Sometimes this happens sooner than you'd like, sometimes later than you'd like. But we don't have much say in the matter, do we? What I'm sayin' is, it's about time your train ride ended. Good or bad, it don't matter. It's just time."
Winston calmly walked over to Kenneth and slid a knife into his back. Others quickly followed suit, as Kenneth writhed around on the floor in agony.
In his final moments, Kenneth pulled a knife of his own out of his pocket. The passengers looked on in horror as he reached back and stabbed his own back.
Kenneth smiled and took it out and started scribbling a message on the floor, before drawing his last breath.
The message simply read "brb".
The passengers all looked at each other in fear. What...the hell did that mean?
The lights went out momentarily and a faint whisper echoed throughout the carriage.
"Sleeep well." said the voice menacingly.
The lights shot back on and everyone looked around at each other. Everyone appeared the same.
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"Cindy, Allie, you two stick right here with Uncle Greg. I'll keep you both safe 'n sound and make sure you don't get lost. ;) " - Uncle Greg
Uncle Greg
Played by: Drr
Game: ATTWS I: Devil's Island
Alignment: Town
Role: Watcher
Death: Survived
Description: Uncle Greg is a 45 year old hillbilly drunk from Maine. He prefers everyone to call him Uncle Greg, despite not even being an uncle. He's a bit of a pervert, and has been arrested for publicly masturbating on several occasions
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This was the end. 13 guests remained. They had lost six, but managed to kill three of the murderers. It was time to finish it.
Colonel Sanders was surrounded. Everyone had bits of evidence against him and were finally putting them all together. These guests were finally prepared to fight back. Sanders pulled out a large blade and taunted his fellow guests.
"C'mon you faggots. I eat shit like you for breakfast!" He slashed at a few of the guests and made them jump back. Uncle Greg jumped forth and managed to slice the Colonel's back. He arched it in pain and swung behind him hoping to catch someone. When he turned his back on Jenna, she landed a hard kick on the back of his legs. Mr. Wallace gave a surprisingly strong right hook and connected with his jaw. But it was the bitch slap from Leo that finally send the Colonel to the ground. |
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dr
- cute and very brutal -
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| Post #2: 27th Jan 2015 9:02 PM | |
I'm torn | d ( i n o s r o a ) r
"She essentially tore apart the Hex Girls with a simple STAT"
LUCK CREATOR | HEART HACKER | BUY GOLD BYE
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Zersch
birdhouse love
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| Post #3: 27th Jan 2015 9:10 PM | |
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Zersch
birdhouse love
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| Post #4: 27th Jan 2015 9:12 PM | |
Also, Skinneth. | |
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