[Z]

It's back, it's TiBB: To The Death's sequel! Starring a number of members who will be transported without their consent to a remote destination and be forced to fight it out to the death - the survivor is allowed to return to the forum. Part 1 coming very soon!

[Twilight]

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[Z]

Prologue: The Takeover

In the aftermath of what happened on admin Mark's gruesome island; a few weary souls made it back to the realms of the forum, but many members lost their lives along the way. The helicopters that took the survivors home returned to recover the dead bodies that had been strewn across the island, and they recovered all but one: arista, posing as MarkWaldorf. The rescue mission workers were baffled as to where the bits of machinery had gone, but gave up searching and returned with the dead that they had recovered. A beautiful funeral was held for the deceased victims of the disturbed game: Jonathan, Nicky, Dezzy, Christina, GhettoSuperstar, Ross, LemonJam, Jen, Ninastar, Sam!, Kaz, Niamhxo, Twilight, Lauren, Princess, Nathan, SiaSiaSia and James. In attendance were many members both old and new who wished to pay their respects, including the two surviving members who had been part of the game - Shaun and Darenn. The couple stood in a pew next to Rory, Vicky and Red Moon who had similarly escaped from the island.

Notably absent from the ceremony was Stu, who at that time was recovering in hospital from a particularly vicious gunshot wound that Lauren had inflicted on him; Kizwiz who became so disillusioned with the site because of the game that she left Red Moon, and Magic who, due to his ban, could not otherwise contact the forum. There was similarly no sign of Mark the admin or the Brotherhood members who had stayed on the island (Andyman, Locke, Captain.Remy, 30stone and Novo - the other living participant of the game) but nobody gave them a second thought; they'd made their choice to stay behind.

"Can you believe just three weeks ago we were fighting for our lives?" Darenn looked at the caskets with teary eyes.

"Darenn, that story finished in April 2010, wtf's wrong with you?" Shaun looked mystified.

"oh. erm. shut up." Darenn wiped his eyes with a tissue.

"Am I still pregnant with an unborn MrGaryy?" Shaun asked for clarification.

"Yes. Also, did you notice there was no tribute to arista?" Darenn dropped a significant plot clue.

"How very odd!" Shaun exclaimed, somewhat theatrically. "Why do you think they didn't pay tribute to him?"

"I heard they didn't recover any of his parts from when you destroyed him, which is bizarre, you'd think they'd just be lying around where you killed him? I mean they found Jen's body." Darenn looked puzzled.

"Maybe he's like the Terminator and that wouldn't have killed him, maybe he regenerated himself." Shaun ha2'd (laughed) at the idea.

"Maybe..." Rory spoke up, looking dark.

"Have you been on holiday?" Shaun commented on how dark Rory was looking.

"I've seen stranger things happen," Vicky muttered ominously. "People make multiple accounts all the time, and people fake their deaths a lot too. I mean, arista pretended to be MarkWaldorf and even fooled Mark the admin into thinking he was MarkWaldorf to the extent that he got kidnapped. Why did he want to be put in that position?"

The five members looked distinctly on edge, before Red Moon broke the silence.

"Maybe he knew that the forum would get worse. Maybe he knew about the game Mark was planning and wanted to be put on the island so he could win a moderating spot. We've known for a while he's been interested in taking over the forum..."

"But why pretend to be MarkWaldorf?" Vicky asked aloud.

"Why not him? The highest post count on site, but is no longer an active member? He was a sitting duck, really. It was smart, very smart." Rory gulped.

"So are you saying arista is still out there somewhere? Maybe even wreaking havoc on the Brotherhood now?" Shaun looked gleeful.

"Or maybe joining up with them." Vicky looked scared.

"Princess and Niamh died; Stu's incapacitated, the forum's still up for auction and Mark's still out there on the island: arista could be getting a deal sorted as we speak and we'd have no idea!" Darenn shouted; the group having now left the church and were out in the graveyard.

"Oh we'd know. I expect someone like arista would have very big plans for the forum." Red Moon shook his head.

"So what do we do? Do we just wait?" Shaun clutched his pregnant stomach.

"Can you not do that, it really creeps me out?" Vicky looked like she was about to throw up.

"" Shaun turned away from Vicky.

"I guess we just wait, maybe even hide. I'm not sure I want to have much to do with this place anymore anyway." Rory shrugged.

"Me neither. I have a life that I need to try and get back on track, all of this has just become too real, I need to leave." Red Moon bowed his head, and then shook everyone's hands. "For me, this is goodbye. It... well... in another life, I wish I could have called this a pleasure, but there are too many bad memories to call it that. It's been an ordeal. I wish you all the best, and no further harm." Roy left the graveyard; and the remaining four watched him.

"I'm going to keep my distance from now on." Rory finally broke the silence. "I didn't do much, but I did enough to be considered involved if anything more does come of this. Are you all staying around on site?"

"I.. I'm not going to. I'm going to be a stay at home and stay away from the internet dad to our baby." Darenn broke his news, which even Shaun was not aware of.

"What?!" Shaun looked appalled.

"At least one of us needs to keep out of harm's way!" Darenn smiled at Shaun. "You can keep fighting our battles, but I need to be safe."

"What about you, Shaun?" Rory looked at him.

"Of course. I'm not going to leave the forum in its time of need; it needs great members to restore it to its former glory."

"And you Vicky?" Rory turned to her.

"Yes. Without any admins to do anything around here, I need to be there to do as much as I can. We moderators are now few and far between you know!"

"In that case, I'd like to have one of you two as my contact. I do want to know if anything's going on, I'll always be lurking in the shadows, watching over the forum, but I can't be involved anymore. Shaun, I'd like that person to be you. Do you think you can do that for me?" Rory pursed his lips.

"Of course, Rory, you Asian mess." Shaun offended Rory's background for one last time.

The pair hugged tightly, and then Rory left the graveyard too. Vicky smiled and said her goodbyes to Shaun and Darenn, who were left standing in the cold, crisp garden. A sharp gust of wind passed through the graveyard, causing Shaun to hold his jacket tighter round himself.

"So, we wait." He looked at Darenn with concern.

"Yes, we wait. I'm sure arista will show himself eventually, if he is still out there. I guess we just try to move on with our lives now, and just be ready for arista at some date in the future."

"I don't know if we'll ever be ready, Darenn. And have you noticed something?"

"What?"

"Greg hasn't made one single penis joke in this entire prologue." Shaun laughed.

"Whopping erection." Darenn spat (hehehehehehehehe.)

End of Prologue.

[Z]

Chapter 1: When It Happened

MrGaryy's fist was clenched, held up to the sky. Her eyes were closed tightly and her fringe was matted against her forehead, which dripped with sweat. She was wearing a skin tight outfit and very little else; surrounded by dry ice. She finally opened her eyes, and took in the scene of thousands upon thousands of people cheering ecstatically for her. The twang of the guitar finally tailed off, and she yelled a thank you into her microphone before making her way off stage. She'd finally completed the last date of her world tour, in London. Gary Faguilera was a worldwide phenomenon, her voice being dubbed as 'her generation's Twilight Twitty' and many critics concluding she was a much better singer than her contemporaries MichaelSpears, Ke$hasown and Katy ~Kerry~ to name but a few. Gary's career had experienced all time highs and disappointing, but still impressive, lows - but this world tour had rejuvenated her career entirely and had brought immense pride to her. Of course, her parents were proud of her, and her fans were the best - but like every other person she experienced moments of sadness despite her blessed life. Right now was one of those moments, she knew that now the tour was over, she would have to go back to the drawing board. She had no plans for a new album yet, no ideas, just lots of blank pages staring back at her.

Gary shuffled to her dressing room, her feet were sore from the intense choreography she'd been doing all night (in heels too! fierce bitch) and she wanted nothing more than to get into the bath and have a long soak, but Gary was a woman stuck in her ways and felt a sense of duty to update her Twitter account and reply to a few people before she did any of that. She grabbed her iPhone and opened up her Twitter app - and tweeted a generic thank you message for the support, before looking at her Mentions page. She tended to only reply to messages that grabbed her eye when she was in a hurry, and tonight was no different... except, the message that grabbed her eye was different. In fact, it grabbed her by her very core, because the tweet mentioned her parents. She read it frantically, feeling a mix of anger and curiosity as to who would send her such a message. She decided that she would follow the profile of the person who tweeted the message in order to Direct Message them, right after she checked out the details of what they'd said.

The person had claimed that her parents had met through a forum - something that Gary knew to be true, but was not common knowledge. The person also claimed that her parents had conceived her on a tropical island during a murderous game orchestrated by the admin of the site. She knew this to be true, also, and that was something that had never been uttered outside of their home. The person had also linked her to a thread on the website, which she assumed had long become obsolete, an announcement it seemed, which invited all members to click a further link. Before she clicked it, Gary wondered why she'd never bothered to look at the site until now. She'd taken her parents for granted, and she decided after she was done online she'd call them and tell them how much she appreciated them. She clicked the link.

Gary was in cyberspace. It was a black expanse with transparent green binary code randomly floating in lines; sometimes passing through her. She was too shocked at what she was seeing to speak or shout for help, she had no idea what had happened. She'd been pressing her iPhone screen just a moment ago, and now she was in this bizarre place. It made absolutely no sense, and she wondered if it was some elaborate, unbelievable prank by the lighting crew or something, but even as that idea came to her, she knew it was just as unlikely as the Black BB_Eyed Peas ever being credible again. She staggered around aimlessly for a few steps, and then tried to sit down, but there was nothing to sit down on, rather, she was in a sitting position without actually being supported by anything. The mind boggled, and Gary stood back up again sharply, because it wasn't as much of a mind**** to comprehend standing. She closed her eyes and tried to wish she was back in her dressing room... and she was. Gary blinked several times in surprise, and burst into tears of joy, and she instantly felt silly. She'd obviously had one too many late nights and she'd just gone into some kind of trance; but as Gary tried to sit down on her dressing room chair, she felt that same lack of support as she had done before. She felt a lurch of fear once more, and looked for her iPhone. She saw it, picked it up, but the screen was black and scrolled with green binary. Aghast, she dropped it on the floor but it did not make a sound - there was no floor despite their being the appearance of a floor.

A thought occurred to Gary, and she closed her eyes once more, and tried to imagine the cyberspace place once more. When she opened her eyes, it was back again. She finally made a sound: a scream. A long, piercing scream, that seemed unending. Gary cried uncontrollably, feeling utterly alone, confused and scared - and then all of a sudden she felt a tap on her shoulder. She reeled away and turned around, her heart pounding hard.

"Hey I'm scott, can I lick up your tears? "

Gary did a double take. "Excuse me?"

"Or maybe dry your eyes with my balls? "

"You're disgusting. Who are you? Where are we?"

"I already told you, I'm scott. Well, that's my middle name, but I prefer it. Who are you on TiBB?"

"TiBB?" The acronym was unfamiliar to Gary.

"ThisIsBigBrother. Jesus. You do know what that is, don't you?"

"Dot com? As in the website? I.. my.. my parents used it. Or use it, I don't.. I don't know. Shaun and Darenn?"

"Shaun?! I LOVE SHAUN! YOU'RE RELATED TO SHAUN?!" Scott shrieked excitedly and jumped around in joy.

"Yeah he's my mom!" Gary smiled warmly, drying her tears with her hands, feeling a little bit better.

"Wow! So you must be Gary Faguilera then!" Scott courtseyed.

"Oh!" Gary blushed. "Yes, I am. It's nice to meet you."

"How on earth did you end up here, Gary?"

"I got a strange tweet that linked me to some thread and I clicked the link in the thread and all of a sudden I was here."

"Why on earth did you do that?" Scott suddenly looked serious.

"Well.. the thread was too long; didn't read..." Gary was embarrassed.

"You made a mistake, you should have read it. That was my mistake too. That was the mistake of everyone here, we all clicked then scrolled."

"I don't understand..."

"The link was a trap, to get any members who have a habit of clicking then scrolling into cyberspace to be taught a lesson by him." Scott scowled.

"But I'm not a member! Why am I here!" Gary was more concerned about her own predicament than caring who he was.

"Your parents thought it would be cute to get you an account to use when you're older, and then Shaun just used it to post gratuitous pictures of minor celebrities when the forum was quiet, so in a way, you kind of are a member..." Scott shrugged.

"But, like, I wasn't logged in!" Gary was exasperated.

"Doesn't matter I guess, you're here now, you obviously got tricked into coming here so I guess it was meant to be. We just have yet to find out precisely what he's going to do to us."

"Do to you?" Gary raised a perfectly threaded eyebrow. "And who is he, exactly?"

"The admin, he's very heavily into discipline, it's kind of kinky but that's alright ," Scott waggled his eyebrows. "Your parents would know him. His username is arista."

Gary went pale, and all of a sudden a flood of childhood memories came back to her in an instant.

"So I guess I don't have to explain everything, then." Scott looked at Gary as she passed out and hit the somewhat imaginary deck.

End of Chapter 1.

[Z]

Chapter 1: When It Happened

MrGaryy's fist was clenched, held up to the sky. Her eyes were closed tightly and her fringe was matted against her forehead, which dripped with sweat. She was wearing a skin tight outfit and very little else; surrounded by dry ice. She finally opened her eyes, and took in the scene of thousands upon thousands of people cheering ecstatically for her. The twang of the guitar finally tailed off, and she yelled a thank you into her microphone before making her way off stage. She'd finally completed the last date of her world tour, in London. Gary Faguilera was a worldwide phenomenon, her voice being dubbed as 'her generation's Twilight Twitty' and many critics concluding she was a much better singer than her contemporaries MichaelSpears, Ke$hasown and Katy ~Kerry~ to name but a few. Gary's career had experienced all time highs and disappointing, but still impressive, lows - but this world tour had rejuvenated her career entirely and had brought immense pride to her. Of course, her parents were proud of her, and her fans were the best - but like every other person she experienced moments of sadness despite her blessed life. Right now was one of those moments, she knew that now the tour was over, she would have to go back to the drawing board. She had no plans for a new album yet, no ideas, just lots of blank pages staring back at her.

Gary shuffled to her dressing room, her feet were sore from the intense choreography she'd been doing all night (in heels too! fierce bitch) and she wanted nothing more than to get into the bath and have a long soak, but Gary was a woman stuck in her ways and felt a sense of duty to update her Twitter account and reply to a few people before she did any of that. She grabbed her iPhone and opened up her Twitter app - and tweeted a generic thank you message for the support, before looking at her Mentions page. She tended to only reply to messages that grabbed her eye when she was in a hurry, and tonight was no different... except, the message that grabbed her eye was different. In fact, it grabbed her by her very core, because the tweet mentioned her parents. She read it frantically, feeling a mix of anger and curiosity as to who would send her such a message. She decided that she would follow the profile of the person who tweeted the message in order to Direct Message them, right after she checked out the details of what they'd said.

The person had claimed that her parents had met through a forum - something that Gary knew to be true, but was not common knowledge. The person also claimed that her parents had conceived her on a tropical island during a murderous game orchestrated by the admin of the site. She knew this to be true, also, and that was something that had never been uttered outside of their home. The person had also linked her to a thread on the website, which she assumed had long become obsolete, an announcement it seemed, which invited all members to click a further link. Before she clicked it, Gary wondered why she'd never bothered to look at the site until now. She'd taken her parents for granted, and she decided after she was done online she'd call them and tell them how much she appreciated them. She clicked the link.

Gary was in cyberspace. It was a black expanse with transparent green binary code randomly floating in lines; sometimes passing through her. She was too shocked at what she was seeing to speak or shout for help, she had no idea what had happened. She'd been pressing her iPhone screen just a moment ago, and now she was in this bizarre place. It made absolutely no sense, and she wondered if it was some elaborate, unbelievable prank by the lighting crew or something, but even as that idea came to her, she knew it was just as unlikely as the Black BB_Eyed Peas ever being credible again. She staggered around aimlessly for a few steps, and then tried to sit down, but there was nothing to sit down on, rather, she was in a sitting position without actually being supported by anything. The mind boggled, and Gary stood back up again sharply, because it wasn't as much of a mind**** to comprehend standing. She closed her eyes and tried to wish she was back in her dressing room... and she was. Gary blinked several times in surprise, and burst into tears of joy, and she instantly felt silly. She'd obviously had one too many late nights and she'd just gone into some kind of trance; but as Gary tried to sit down on her dressing room chair, she felt that same lack of support as she had done before. She felt a lurch of fear once more, and looked for her iPhone. She saw it, picked it up, but the screen was black and scrolled with green binary. Aghast, she dropped it on the floor but it did not make a sound - there was no floor despite their being the appearance of a floor.

A thought occurred to Gary, and she closed her eyes once more, and tried to imagine the cyberspace place once more. When she opened her eyes, it was back again. She finally made a sound: a scream. A long, piercing scream, that seemed unending. Gary cried uncontrollably, feeling utterly alone, confused and scared - and then all of a sudden she felt a tap on her shoulder. She reeled away and turned around, her heart pounding hard.

"Hey I'm scott, can I lick up your tears? "

Gary did a double take. "Excuse me?"

"Or maybe dry your eyes with my balls? "

"You're disgusting. Who are you? Where are we?"

"I already told you, I'm scott. Well, that's my middle name, but I prefer it. Who are you on TiBB?"

"TiBB?" The acronym was unfamiliar to Gary.

"ThisIsBigBrother. Jesus. You do know what that is, don't you?"

"Dot com? As in the website? I.. my.. my parents used it. Or use it, I don't.. I don't know. Shaun and Darenn?"

"Shaun?! I LOVE SHAUN! YOU'RE RELATED TO SHAUN?!" Scott shrieked excitedly and jumped around in joy.

"Yeah he's my mom!" Gary smiled warmly, drying her tears with her hands, feeling a little bit better.

"Wow! So you must be Gary Faguilera then!" Scott courtseyed.

"Oh!" Gary blushed. "Yes, I am. It's nice to meet you."

"How on earth did you end up here, Gary?"

"I got a strange tweet that linked me to some thread and I clicked the link in the thread and all of a sudden I was here."

"Why on earth did you do that?" Scott suddenly looked serious.

"Well.. the thread was too long; didn't read..." Gary was embarrassed.

"You made a mistake, you should have read it. That was my mistake too. That was the mistake of everyone here, we all clicked then scrolled."

"I don't understand..."

"The link was a trap, to get any members who have a habit of clicking then scrolling into cyberspace to be taught a lesson by him." Scott scowled.

"But I'm not a member! Why am I here!" Gary was more concerned about her own predicament than caring who he was.

"Your parents thought it would be cute to get you an account to use when you're older, and then Shaun just used it to post gratuitous pictures of minor celebrities when the forum was quiet, so in a way, you kind of are a member..." Scott shrugged.

"But, like, I wasn't logged in!" Gary was exasperated.

"Doesn't matter I guess, you're here now, you obviously got tricked into coming here so I guess it was meant to be. We just have yet to find out precisely what he's going to do to us."

"Do to you?" Gary raised a perfectly threaded eyebrow. "And who is he, exactly?"

"The admin, he's very heavily into discipline, it's kind of kinky but that's alright ," Scott waggled his eyebrows. "Your parents would know him. His username is arista."

Gary went pale, and all of a sudden a flood of childhood memories came back to her in an instant.

"So I guess I don't have to explain everything, then." Scott looked at Gary as she passed out and hit the somewhat imaginary deck.

End of Chapter 1.

[Tom4784]

How very Tron, I like it.

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

[Smithy]

That's actually the sort of thing scott would say

[Z]

Thanks for all the comments so far, if there are any members people would especially like to see be involved in this then let me know!

[LemonJam]

zomg <33

I really like this, brilliant writing, write more HARRY/

[Shaun]

*nurtures scott and tells Garyy to **** off because I now no longer have a troll account*

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

Originally Posted by Zee

Katy ~Kerry~

[Z]

I started writing chapter 2 a while ago as a reply in here and then my laptop died, naturally I was raging, so I started rewriting it and saved it in a word document - I know what I'm doing with it, I just haven't written most of it yet :P

[arista]

Originally Posted by Zee

I started writing chapter 2 a while ago as a reply in here and then my laptop died, naturally I was raging, so I started rewriting it and saved it in a word document - I know what I'm doing with it, I just haven't written most of it yet :P

Saving the Thrusting , Juicey one for last.



Good Move



Feel The Force.

[Stephanie]

this is epic LOL.

[Patrick]

Originally Posted by Zee

Thanks for all the comments so far, if there are any members people would especially like to see be involved in this then let me know!

Me!



Oh and Locke, Novo, Stacey and James. [Admin James]
James has to be a Villain or something.

Originally Posted by Zee

I started writing chapter 2 a while ago as a reply in here and then my laptop died, naturally I was raging, so I started rewriting it and saved it in a word document - I know what I'm doing with it, I just haven't written most of it yet :P

rofl
I was like waiting to see 'I saved it in a word doc - and it didn't save..' but it worked out

[Patrick]

Oh and it was a good read, took me away from my Homework though and now I cba going back to my text book, but yeah was a good read that.

And what James was it that you mentioned at the start, LemonJam or Admin?

[Shaun]

Is it sad to feel slightly moved by the prologue? LOL
It seems to describe everything about the 2008 era of TiBB...and how it's gone

[Z]

The general trend when I wrote the last one was that I'd write a bit, leave it for months at a time and then write more. This is one such occasion! Enjoy.

Chapter 2

The girlish squeal that echoed around cyberspace caught the ears of Niall. He frowned over his glasses and wondered which female user had been dumb enough to click on the link. He assumed Ninastar at first, but then realised she had died in the first story and that, irrespective of how nonsensical this story is, zombie Ninastar in cyberspace was just too ****ing far. He was curious nonetheless and started to walk in the direction of the shriek. He suddenly found himself inside what looked like Wembley. Lady GaGa stood on stage, and Niall too squealed with delight, before realising she was probably a projection of somebody's imagination. Immediately this narrowed down the possibilities of who he had heard, he wondered if it was Ninastar after all. He gasped in horror, however, when he spotted Smithy. He ducked behind the projection of a security guard - the bizarre rules of cyberspace meant that any mental projection could block the line of sight, but not physical touch. He remained hidden behind the behemoth of an imaginary man, and watched the imaginary GaGa dance to Bad Romance, without the music. Smithy was enthralled. Niall wondered if he'd gone mad. He began to get a little bit annoyed at Smithy for acting so strangely. Niall stepped out from behind the security guard and coughed to get Smithy's attention, causing him to jump and for the projection to disappear.

"Niall!?" Smithy was shocked.

"Smithy." Niall responded.

"What's going on? I thought I had superpowers or something! Where are we?"

"I'm not too sure... We can project our imaginations though, and it has something to do with arista."

"Arista? How do you know that?"

"You clicked then scrolled, didn't you?" Niall sighed.

"I had like five tabs open, why?"

"Arista posted an announcement with a link, anyone who clicked it has ended up here. I think this has something to do with the twentieth anniversary of that sick game that old admin Mark created all those years ago."

"So wait, are we like 35 years old then? And we're still posting on TiBB?" Smithy looked aghast.

"I'm not really sure, actually. You wouldn't think anyone would be posting on here when they're in their 30s." Niall looked confused.

" Niamh." They both howled in unison.

"But seriously, this doesn't make any sense, is Zee saying we're in our 30s or has he thrown the concept of time to the wind?" Smithy frowned.

"To be honest, I think you should just count yourself lucky that he hasn't portrayed you as being Princess Anne in this story." Niall smirked.

"Oh thanks a ****ing bunch Niall," Smithy grunted as a pretty tiara appeared on his head. "Oh and look, here comes my horse."

Niall looked distinctly pissed off as MeMyselfandI trotted up to the pair of them.

"I think MeMyselfandI is a bit of a mouthful for the name of a horse. Maybe I'll call him Echo or Spirit instead, haaaa."

"I'm about 99% sure another TiBB member made that joke on the forum really recently." Niall glared at Zee's plagiarism.

"Well I'm sure whoever made the joke will be killed off in this story in due course if they kick up a fuss over it." Smithy straightened his tiara on his head.

"So what do we do?" Niall set up arista's monologue perfectly.

"Hello, Spiffing Muffins. Welcome to the second Game of To The Death. You are a participant Because
You clicked then scrolled.
Shame On You. You must now Fight to the Death, the winner gets to Return to the forum with a spot on the
Moderating Team.
Life In The Fast Lane."

"Oh this is horse ****." Smithy moaned at Spirit who'd just dropped a deuce in cyberspace.

Niall giggled, and then realised he had a piece of paper in his pocket because the end of the chapter was drawing near. He drew it from his pocket and unfolded it. On it were pictures of 14 familiar faces, faces of TiBB members that he had come to know well over time. He fumbled in his other pocket and realised he had a weapon in there. It was a piece of razor wire. He gulped, and looked up at Smithy, who was pointing what looked like a cross between a cappuccino maker and a pistol at Niall's head.

"I'm sorry Niall, but I can't let you kill me." Smithy's gaze steeled over.

"Aw, piss." Niall started to sprint away. He hit the floor without feeling a thing, he was dead.

Smithy looked down at his weapon, surprised. It fired like a regular gun, but blasted out opaque green balls of energy. It looked like the sort of ammunition you'd see in a futuristic first person shooter; he supposed it was because of his surroundings. A thought occurred to him; he imagined that his weapon was a baseball bat, and sure enough, he was holding one. He dismounted Spirit, and took a swing at Spirit's leg, breaking it instantly. He grinned devilishly, and began to imagine the possibilities, revelling in Spirit's warbling pain, which annoyingly began to sound like Bleeding Love, so he quickly finished the job with a newly imagined razor tipped axe. He had no idea where to go to next, and so started to wander aimlessly into the distance: he'd already claimed two lives, he wondered how many more he'd have to take in order to win the game.


Deceased: Niall, MeMyselfandI
Alive: Smithy, Scott, MrGaryy, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???

[Shaun]

Smithy you sick son of a bitch

[Iceman]

the horse has me in tears!

[Shaun]

this isn't getting nearly enough readers/comments you all disgust me, tibb

edit: 32,000th post! woo!

[arista]

Originally Posted by Shaun

this isn't getting nearly enough readers/comments you all disgust me, tibb

edit: 32,000th post! woo!

They are just numbers.




Life In The Fast Lane

[LemonJam]

omg the horse bits pmsfl <3

[Smithy]

omg

Y'all would have done the same to that horse