Kill the person above you.

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Dress Danimal up with fluo clothing and some neon lights and then put him with a time machine in the middle of Ohama beach, 6 June 1944.

Talking about getting owned.
 
I m going to put you in an acid pool and make a video clip of it then publish it on the internet....
 
Finally stops falling endlessly and hits concrete bottom.

(assuming gorgon is his avatar)
 
I LIVE AGAIN! :borg:

Crazy-eyes pulled himself to his feet, ragged breaths curling in the frozen air, caked with mud and blood. He was sure he was bleeding internally. Sure as hell felt like it anyway. He stumbled, half-falling, half-staggering against the concrete wall to peer blind up the shaft, into white light. He'd fallen a long way. How wasn't he dead?

A black speck. Wind whistling.

He squinted into the brightness above, narrowing his eyes, trying to focus on the tiny point that might or might not have been a falling object...

...wiping sweat and tears from his eyes he blinked. Split second and the object was a lot closer now. A lot closer. Crazy turned, and ran. The shadow fell.

A rock-hard hand in the small of his back and he went over, the impact rupturing organs, tearing vertibrae, shattering bone, crushing CO2 and black fluid and viscous blood from the pits of his lungs, ripping through muscles and fibres and tissue like they tinfoil and breaking him, knocking him down to the cold hard floor. It came up to meet him. His optic nerves fizzled out. Brain activity followed 350 nanoseconds later as the thing snapped him in half.

Sulkdodds stepped down off the mangled piano, his boots on the ebony and ivory squirting errant notes, a big sonorous dummmmm - funeral music. As he walked away, he left smeared footprints in the pool of blood spreading out from under the wreckage.
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*ties 4 horses to Sulk's hands and feet*
*points horses in all different directions*
*blows up cherry bomb on Sulk's stomach*
*horses spook and run*
 
Bite yo nose, bitch. Terminal blood loss fo' shizzle.
 
*Inserts fingers on both hands into Sulkdodd's eye sockets so that one palm is resting on his forehead and one palm is resting on his face. Eye juice proceeds to flow. After a bit of struggling, Sulk's head splits open like a watermelon.
 
*Beats xcellerate with a crowbar*

according to some people I am highly skilled in use of weapons ofter playing video games. No doubt my crowbar skills exceed those of crowbar ninjas.
 
Sulkdodds said:
I LIVE AGAIN! :borg:
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Crazy-eyes is me, by the way, in reference to the loopy way the Lawyer character's eyes move in Zombie Master.

-Angry Lawyer
 
Picks him up, throws him into batter and then deep-fat-fries him.
 
Angry Lawyer said:
Crazy-eyes is me, by the way, in reference to the loopy way the Lawyer character's eyes move in Zombie Master.
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Yeah, I know. But it's such a cool name. :p
 
Sticks a pencil through his head and then writes an obituary with the head still intact.
 
I'll forcefeed you the Irish cap from your avatar.
EDIT: That was to Joims. Damn you Q!
 
JNightshade said:
I'll forcefeed you the Irish cap from your avatar.
EDIT: That was to Joims. Damn you Q!
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I got jipped, too. The pencil one was for Sulk since he's a Content Writer. Meh.
 
muhahahahahahaa

Tidily disposes of Qonfused+shades bodys,

thats how your meant to kill
 
*pulls sulkdodds with the super gravity gun and throws him from the top of the citadel...*
i dunno why i'm always picking up on sulkdodds... third time till now...
 
^ I would insert a large broomstick up your rectum.

Nothing personal, mate :D
 
*/me points cursor at Joims*
"ent_setname ImScrewed"
"ent_fire ImScrewed ignite"
muahahahaha.
 
Uses telepathic powers to shove into an industrial sized fan.
 
Goes to hardware stroe, asks fo rnine nine inch nails

proceeds to ^ house to nail him to a wall, 3 feet from a fridge lfull o ffood,


locks house closes all curtains puts in sign im on holiday come in steald stuff
 
I will beat you by writing a SAD POEM, and making you cry, until you die of fluid loss.

She lies still, lifeless in his arms
Cold skin making him shiver
He screams her name, louder
But his pain falls on frozen ears

Her lips grey, the colour of a winter sky
Rigid against white cheeks
The only hint of life; blue eyes like summer
Locked away when he sends her to sleep

He kisses her on the forehead
But can lend no warmth
Only cold
From falling tears

He places her down;
The clock has frozen still
Eternity is nothing
Compared to these few minutes.

*Sniff*
 
give you the four seasons for a reason i made up to look heroic. first i will hang you and almost let you die then drop you, and repeat a few times. next i will take my dull sword and rip open your stomach/region of skin and prod at you liver and kidneys, and drop some hot embers in. I will then proceed to take a burning blade and castate you and feed your genitals to a fat pig named Naddy Bumpo. After this i will watch you wriggle in pain for a little while. Then when the fun is starting to wear off i will tie a prize atallion to each of your arms and legs and whip whem all at the same time and watch you be orn limb from limb.
 
i'm a big fan of long, slow, painful torture that takes years
*drugs him and drags him off to a basement and slowly saws off a finger with a dull knife, stops the bleeding, then walks upstairs after tying him up on a wall*
 
Grabs Bryan's Cricket bat and whacks him round the noggin'
 
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