Coming up from behind Aekiel, Mercenary jams a blade up from the base of his skull.
Whispering in the dying man's ear he says " Sorry buddy. Nothing personal, its business." A gurgle is his answer.

Letting the body drop to the ground, he shakes his hands as if they are wet.
"Damn... Now I've got to hide body."



Outtakes:
Sneaking up from behind Aekiel, Mercenary yells into Aekiel's ear,

"SURPRISE BUTTSECKS!" Aekiel dies.

 

Sneaking up behind Mercenary, INBN pulls out a dagger and thrusts it between Mercenary's ribs. As he dies, INBN whispers "You're good, but I'm better!"

Before the body even hits the floor, INBN is gone.

 

Tracking MrIBN's location via remote satellite borrowed from the IBAE, a Zeus class laser fires from orbit to destroy MrIBN's home, and fifty miles around him. Zoken leans back, proud of his work, and looks for some tail.

 

/me captures Zoken, and keeps him locked in his attic, feeding him on fish-heads and urine. Once a week Dango-Fetish shall drain blood from Zoken; enough to make him feeling light-headed 24/7. After a few weeks/months of this, as well as keeping the blood preserved, Dango-Fetish pours all the collected blood into a large tub; filling it to the brim.

Zoken is thrown into the tub, which is soon sealed up. He dies, drowning in his own blood, malnourished and in total darkness.

 

I sneak up behind Dango-Fetish before swinging a bat at his head.I then push his corpse into a mulcher and then back up while grinning in sadistic glee.

 

Sandono suddenly jerks and pitches forward with the same knife that Mr. INBN used to stab Mercenary. Behind Mercenary is revealed to have bandages around the knife wound. Glancing at the cooling corpse, he remarks, "I need a new job." He then high-tails it out of the scene, not wanting to be caught by whoever comes by next.

 

Deathinapinkboa stands wrapped in a dark shroud. The wind whips about, and the florescent pink boa around his neck streams behind him. The occasional feather is tugged of by the onslaught of the bluster. Lighting flashes and you catch a glimpse of beneath the hood. A skull grins out at you. It has dark red lipstick smeared about it, and an exceedingly excessive amount of eye liner has been applied.

“Girl!” he cries, “we’re going to have so much fun!”

You quiver upon the stone table to which you are chained. The world has never seemed so grim. Fortunately for you there is that splash of color provided by the boa. Deathinapinkboa reaches out one skeletal hand toward your crotch. Had he already had a grinning skull he would have grinned.

The ivory digits surround your wilted inch, and extend down to grasp your one shriveled ball into the handful. A few feathers flutter down onto your exposed member. He jams his hard boney digits into your flushed flesh, tearing about your shriveled pink bits. He tosses them to the side, and rips his own are off at the elbow.

He takes his bone(r) and shoves into your newly formed vagina, tearing at the raw flesh. Pain, fright, and blood loss overcomes you, and you pass out. You never wake up.

 

Woah! Diab, this 'aint S&P.

I shove a yellow dildo :banana: up every orifice but your mouth, And secure them in place with some duck-tape (tape made from ducks, of course). I then ram a hose in your mouth and fill you up with bleach.

Once your full (and hopefully still living) Diab will be hung in a tree as a pinata for all to bash.

All of this will be done three times with the upmost caution to keep him alive.

Then I shall to the same thing, but with water. Then I'll put him in my freezer for... 24 hours. If Diab is lucky, it will expand and he goes boom.

Okay -- that one turned out to be a bit of a torture-fest.

 

Zoken sneaks into Dango's mother's house. Kills everyone one there, and leaves damning evidence implicating Dango to the murder, and rape of not just his mother, but of 25 other cases. his case never has time to go to trial as Zoken pays 22 burly inmates to rape and shiv Dango in prison.

 

Sandono shoves a wet pissed cat up Zorken's anus. The rest follows as expected.

 

Sandono watches the cooling corpse of his latest kill when a pallid, icy hand grips his shoulder. He fearfully turns and screams at what is revealed. A thing that was once human, but subjected to acid-torture, grins back at him. Where the figure's eyes would be is a gaping pit that goes all the way to the back of the skull. Sandono screams as the now truly M1ndless takes a massive bite from his shoulder. The high-pitched, feminine screams go on for an hour, until the beast's thirst for blood is slaked, and Sandono is but a mangled mess of ripped flesh and broken bone.

 

DGD walks up to Mindless, and sticks a fucking needle in his throat point-blank.

It's filled with Captain Trips, have fun.

 

Stealing DIE GINNY DIES'S favourite 'death to ginny' poster I tempt him towards a dark cave. Once inside I run back outside and lock him inside with 1,000 ginny/harry fangirls, equiped with a lifetime supply of paper and pens to write there own fanfiction.

 

Sandono, in a fit of irony, shoves an orange down huntedorange's throat before beating him to death with rake.

 

Sandono jautily strolls through the Mojave Desert, when he feels a bite on his leg. A bloodied, battered human form scurries away, uttering breathy, broken giggles. DGD has only made the animated corpse of Mindless stronger. Within two weeks, the swollen, blackened body of Sandono lies in a puddle of his own mucus.

I carry my deaths.

 

The mid-day sun was harsh on his naked back, and as he walked, sweat ran down his chiseled chest. He wiped his brow once, and stopped to take a drink from a silver flask, his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a noise sounded from just behind him, and he jumped in mid-swallow, spewing water in all directions. He hastily moved his eyes around the clearing, dropping into a low crouch, one hand still holding his only protection from danger--the silver flask.

Listening closely, but still unaware of just where the noise was coming from, he could hear what his paranoid mind immediately believed were breathy, broken giggles. Scenes from horror movies crossed his mind in a flash and he swallowed nervously, the bile in his throat already rising. For nearly a minute he stood in silence, eyes roaming the desolate land around him, his body tense and ready to strike in any direction.

And just as he was beginning to think that he really was alone, he heard the noise again, perilously close to his ear. Yelling, he slung his right arm out, flask in hand. A wet and sticky squealching noise was heard before he released the flask, barrel-rolling to the left and breathing heavily.

When he came to a stop he turned his head back to the right, prepared to rise and fight, bare-knuckled, but the sight before him made him twist his head in disgust, barely holding back the bile from before.

He rose to his feet, trying to avoid looking at the gruesome scene before him, and walked on, unconcerned with retrieving the empty flask. Still, even once the Mojave sun had lowered under the horizon and his eyes closed under a hastily made tent, he could picture vividly the horrible image...

A bloodied, battered human corpse, face contorted into a smile, with a still lit cigarette in it's mouth and a gaping hole in it's rear, where the man's flask still sat.

 

Averis lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, when he feels the bed being ripped in half underneath him. His eyes widen in silent terror as the whole universe drops away.

He lands with a thump in a large pink field, on a large pink planet. All around him Ginny/Harry shippers thrust misspelt and sickening fluff in his face screaming "READ THS PLSSSSSS!!!!!!!! @*#^@*$ SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

He gnaws his own wrists open, and waits to die.

 

Malaga sips on the excellent vintage wine that she recieved from her mother. She especially savours the slight coppery tang that the wine leaves on her tongue as it flows down her throat.

Late at night the the cat howls, a bottle breaks as someone tosses it at the mangy stray. A car backfires unsettling night time for most of the neighbourhood. Someways off a police car blares it's siren as it takes off in pursuit of a highly suspicious character.

Malaga is not disturbed. If you were to be standing in her room, you may wonder if she is deep-sleeper. She does not move even in the slightest. On closer inspection they see the lack of signs of life. Neither the movement of the chest nor the sound of air as it rushes in and out of the nose. She is dead. You see her bodily fluids leaking out of all her orifices and wonder, If only she had had realized that wines don't have a coppery tang to them.

A couple of miles away a dark-haired evenly built guy is in high spirits. He drives in the opposite direction he has just seen the cops go. He wonders if the cops would realize that they were chasing some batty old hag of a lady with a penchant for speeding any time soon. His face is the poster picture of alacrity. He hums a tune....".....you kill one now.....let her rot......how many..."

 

Falcon walked into the McDonalds restaraunt, his cold eyes flickering over the large and cheerful row of tables, taking in the large queue at the counter and the happy families enjoying their meals.


Seeing his target with his back faced towards him, he walked forward, dodging to avoid a small, whining child, and stopping a few metres behind Nexus, the man who had planned the asassination of malaga.

Without any witty comments or furhter ado, Falcon reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a gleaming .45 and levelled it at the man's head. The person sitting opposite Nexus only had time to widen thier eyes in horror before Falcon fired.

A loud, resounding roar echoed through the McDonalds as children screamed loudly, men and women flinching. Nexus' head suddenly exploded in a shower of gore, slamming into the table and sending a spray of blood over his burger.

In the panicked confusion and fleeing families, Maltese slipped out, unnoticed by all. He knew his time was nearly over, that death was going to claim him, sent by the most unlikely person. Hell, he knew that he probably wouldn't even know his killer. Still, at least he had taken that bastard Nexus with him!

 

InfernoCannon patiently waited for his victim to settle down, after moving from place to palce to try and avoid him.

He quickly follows Maltese Falcon into the resturant, pulling out the weapon that would seal both of their fates. He throws the bottle at the back of the seated Maltese Falcon, grinning in glee when the lighted petrol splashes onto his back and the back of several nearby customers. Falcon quickly pulls out the .45 that killed Nexus and lets off a few wild shots. They hit the few fire extuingishers causing explosions and making more people flee in terror.

Several Cocktails later, InfernoCannon leaves after making sure that his victim was dead.