How is the person above you gonna die?

[nikopiko]

creeper

[ptolatar]

You will die from brain damage after bashing your head of the keyboard because a zombie killed you when you were in a full diamond suit and you a diamond sword.

[belairien]

and then a retarded space monkey fell from the sky, landing so hard on top of a church that it woke up Jesus, who then in anger started a zombie invasion. then the space monkey tried saving the world, but squished you in the process, then used what was left of you for jelly on his toast...


mmmmm toast ^^

[zeenike]

You will crap ur self so much and die watching this www.youtube.com/watch?v=sT41wRA67PA

[qi]

You will eventually die from inherent boredom after listening to Will Smith rap for 7 and a half days.

[10bit]

you will die because i meetyou in real life somehow and think ur zeenike and blow u up for this shit!!! xD

[zeenike]

see i told u. u probably had to change underwear XD.
Anyway if you servived watching that u will eventually become very scared of white cars and u see one and pass out. You will then find urself in a small room lined with explosives and me standing outside. I will wait till you freak out since i can blow u up anytime then blow you up.
The End ^^

[qi]

But I'm still alive!

You fail to notice I cleverly rigged your explosives to the room you're stood in.

You push the detonator and your whole room is instantly blown to pieces, leaving nothing but a smouldering crater and a fine pair of shoes.

[ptolatar]

But the explosives are so powerful that they kill you as well and thousands of innocent people that helped me kill 10BIT and nikopiko in a horrible way.

[qi]

I somehow, miraculously escape this blast unharmed!


I spot you staggering through the rubble and I see my oportunity to win this once and for all! I grab a nearby rusty pipe and make my way over the smouldering crater towards you. Unfortunately you spot me and immediately take arms! You pick up a jagged piece of thick glass lying beneath your feet and get ready for possibly the most epic battle of all time.

We stare each other down for a while, taking in the moment; the feeling that all will end here, at this moment in time, haunts and exhilirates us both. One victor will emerge from this crater, and the other will finally be dead.

"So," I shout, "this is it?"

You nod.

We both begin to move. Each step carefully navigates us over the crumbling wreckage. Each step carries us towards our fate. Each step, each short but sturdy inwards strafe, brings us closer to our goals.

We stand but a mere ten yards apart, still smoothly circling, waiting for the other to stumble, make an error, an untimely charge. Neither of us do; all is at stake here on this cold, firey wasteland night.

In the distance we both hear the low humming of a bee.

I pause in my thought. A bee? No. A helicopter. Of course, this kind of catastrophy would attract the attention of national security. I had better make haste.

You had obviously heard as well as I had; though still dim and ringing from the explosion, our ears make no mistake. They are coming for us.

We both move in perfect synchronization. The gap between us shortens by two yards every second. My mind races. The gap closes. There are so many bodies here. The gap closes. Perhaps this isn't the answer?

With a smashing sound our makeshift weapons collide. Your glass shatters, but you avoid my pipe with a quick roll to the side. You grab a cracked paving slab and push yourself up in time to block my incoming swipe.

The helicopter circles.

A parry, a swing, a dodge. We continue regardless of the voice we can both barely hear. It sounds magnified. As if being called through a loud speaker.

I throw more weight behind my now dented pipe. I catch you in the ribs just as your paving slab meets my jaw. Both of us fall. Light floods around us. The voices are becoming clearer now. They want us to lay down, to surrender and remain unharmed.

You look over at me as men descend from the helicopter. Vaguely the rotars are becoming louder. More are on their way.

At this point our eyes meet. You speak,

"We can finish this later. No sense both of us dying here."

I nod.

We are surrounded. I see the men approaching you from behind. All of them are armed with guns. Some spark of realisation hits me!

My eyes dart around. There it is! My salvation! I take it.

They have a gun to your head now. They begin securing your hands. I see a dark woven blindfold moving towards you in the hands of one of our captors. This is it. I take my chance.

Just as a group reach me to bind my hands I throw the jagged metal shard with all my might. It hits its target. You thrash around, blood pouring from your neck wound. Inside, the metal shard has done its worst.

I smile. It's finally over.

My captors hit me in the back of the head with something. Their gun perhaps? I never found out. Next time I awoke it was in an interrogation chair. I spent weeks under torture but they never got anything from me. My mortal enemy was vanquished that night. That neck wound was irrepairable.

I spent the next year in custody. Nothing remained to link me to the explosion. I was jailed for murder. Your murder that night.

Every morning I would wake up and see the same four walls. Every time I would smile. I would smile with joy.

Do you know why? Because I won the thread!



(Tried to make this as epic as possible ;D)

[ptolatar]

You kill me in a cowardly way. Or so you toughed now full of pride in your prison cell. All you think off is joy and happiness thinking you have won the tread, but you didn't.

You didn't even pierce my neck all you have succeeded to do is rip some skin of the side of my neck.

Then 2 years later I returned with a bionic arm.

I lost my real arm in a fight with 10BIT and Wobrote but that's for another day.

I decided to get you out of prison so we could have a decent one on one fight without you being a coward hopefully.

I succeeded without a problem but you wouldn't even believe I'm alive.

When we finally got to that fight we were in a scrap yard. This place was very similar to our TNT crater arena as I called it.

It was quiet too quiet but I didn't give a shit about that.

I said "It's your turn to die." and you shouted back "Nice joke." and the fight started.

We were both 20m away from each other. Then you sprinted, your eyes full of rage and your hearth trembling in your chest. The gap was so small when I decided to act that I could just about feel your breath.

I went for a 360 kick but you managed to roll under it and dodge my swipes with my fist.

You grabbed a rusty pipe just like the last time and went for a hit when I was just about kick you in the stomach.

You got me, but not in the face, not in the stomach but in the bionic arm making the pipe crush.

The remains of the pipe were still vibrating in your hands when I hit you straight in the face making you fall down from pain.

You looked straight into my eyes. I looked back, altought I could strike you I didn't. I waited for you to get up. When you Finlay did you went for a hit but you missed.

I hit you again harder this time. I lifted you up and throw you into that machine used for squishing cars into small cubes.

Ow, you wouldn't believe the pleasure I had watching you die.

Your head burst into blood and so did all your body.


This is the end of Qi but only the beginning of me.

THE END

[qi]

Little did you know as you watched the machine do its business, there was a small hatch located in the other side just incase of this kind of emergency. The company who owned the machine were not stupid. They didn't want an accidental employee death to deal with.

I kicked the panel out and made my escape.

Hiding behind the machine I waited until the scrap cube emerged on the conveyer belt. I knew you would be watching. I made my move.

Pulling my hidden revolver from my ankle I emerged around the side of the car presser, took aim and fired one quick shot.

The bullet hit its mark. As the very faint smell of gunpowder became apparent I smiled again.

Last time I had failed. But not now.

You fell to the ground; first to your knees, and then forwards onto your face.

I walk over cautiously but quickly, aim the gun again and fire a second, third and fourth bullet from its chamber. All hit their mark - the back of your head.


I took a deep breath that day, stretched and walked away, content in the knowledge that I had won, once and for all.

[gautleet]

Cat scratch to the juggalo.

[zeenike]

Well as you see qi me blowing up was a litte vanishing act. I actually fell into a secret room suspecting that would happen. I then watched carefully as you and ptolatar duked it out. As you escaped, shot ptolatar, and walked proudly outside I struck you with a lead pipe and watched you as you fell to the ground. I take your lifeless body to a room like a Saw game. You wake up in a room like the room before but it is made with impenatrable metal that I only know how to make.
You wake up very shoked as I stand outside and watch you, laughing at your doom. And then the army comes and I'm like "Oh s**t". They then save you killing me and send you home. But you thinking you are saved, HA, you are sadly mistaken.

Many years later you are walking home from your daily job at McDonalds you decide to take a shortcut through a small alleyway in the back. You then see me standing at the far end and you try to run. But being the cool me that I am I teleport infront of you and hit you with the same pipe I hit you with before. You wake up in a abandoned navel base were I explain to you that the army saving you was all a trick, that your life from then was all a lie. You curse at me in anger but I just laugh. You then see that the floor is all wet and you ask why. I tell you that it's gasoline and I have a match waiting to be lit.

You ask "What have I ever done to you?" and reply by saying "Plenty." I walk away slowly hearing you screams in the distance but it's to late. I finish you off by lighting the match and saying to myself "Nighty-night." I see the fire is nearing you and just to be overkill I throw a couple grenades in there.
All epicly done by my 12 year-old mind and on my i-Pod. ;D

[kalamala7]

He wakes up on a island with nothing in his pockets then just as the sun sets someone sits beside him "SSSSSSSSSSS" You know the rest...