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What do you think of this pointless game? |
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sucks |
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whatever |
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 8:41 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 1:15 pm
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Popping out of the trash can after seeing another stupid "kill," I'll just give out a good kick in the back of the foot, making you fall on a sharp rock. I'd pick ya's up and pull that rock out of your head, then impaling your chin on a pike. Kicking you a couple of times, I'd slowly waltz over to your legs and pull until your feet snap off, that won't work, the second time I can;t garb hold so why not sink my teeth into it. After doing that for a couple of seconds I made some grips and pull your legs off, GOD, I just quit, pull out a nicely concealed knife, and stab your lower spine until it's useless, and I can easily pull off the rest of your waist. Then I visit your head for a second estimate and tug until your jaw gives and it just sits on the pike as your tounge tangles around in the movement. After swaying you a bit I stick my hand into the back of your mouth, spin around a few times, chuck you in the air, and grab your intrails as ya's comes crashing down, snapping your neck, and my LuIz is ruined again...
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 1:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 1:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 1:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 1:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 2:21 pm
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I take a Gibson Flying V, plug it into a big-a** amplifier, and start strumming random chords to test it out. Then I take you, tie you to a chair in front of the amp, and do my stuff, playing every hardcore rock song known to man while your ears bleed. When you go completely deaf, I'll bludgeon you with the Flying V, turning the white paint on the body of the guitar red with blood. When my arms are tired, I'll kick the crap out of you while wearing combat boots. Then I would take a pile of firewood, drag it to your unconscious body, light the logs, then take off on the Flying V, gliding into the sunset while your remains smolder.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:13 pm
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Letting myself recombobulate I worry that you'll get away, but that quickly washes away as a couple of flaming logs getcha' on the back of the head, as well as starting to singe your hair. After watching the succesful pre-emptive strike, I start jumping around getting oil out of my eye, reattach the bandages, then start running towards ground zero. When I finaly get over to ya's I take the cord from the guitar and wrap it around your throat and drag you to a hangman's tree and well... it's kinda self-explanitory. Seeing that your still unconscious, and fighting not to be foiled again, I pull you down and chuck you into an pretty large cooler, filled with razors, knifes, and other sharp objects that was dipped in Dry Ice for a few hours, then kick you down the hill hearing your screams... stop, eh good enough.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 8:14 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 7:40 pm
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I would take a deep breath and begin to vocally butcher and maim every known holiday song, even the obscure ones, to piss you off. After a good annoyance, I'll then annoy you some more by running around you, asking, "Is this annoying?" every two seconds. When you finally lose your sanity, I would then take a buffet and force-feed you until you almost burst. I would then let you sit there, insane and almost-bursting, and then, after a few excruciating, painful hours, I would stab your gut with a knitting needle and run like hell while watching you explode a la The Meaning of Life.
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