RE: MURDERFIA: D1 LET'S DO THIS (67/67)
03-26-2013, 11:45 PM
EVENT!!!!
You catch an ominous glint in the sky
Then SUDDENLY HUGE FUCKOFF METEOR BLAZING DOWN UPON THE LYNCH MOB
YOU ALL RUN FOR COVER BUT FOR ONE UNFORTUNATE THERE IS NO ESCAPE
Red709 has been KILLED.
You catch an ominous glint in the sky
Then SUDDENLY HUGE FUCKOFF METEOR BLAZING DOWN UPON THE LYNCH MOB
YOU ALL RUN FOR COVER BUT FOR ONE UNFORTUNATE THERE IS NO ESCAPE
Red709 has been KILLED.
Wheeeeeeatthins Wrote:Good for you, Jitka!
GreyMario Wrote:Fuck pecans.
Nuts in general, even. Except peanuts. Peanuts are fucking awesome.
Hey everybody, it's time to play...
<edit note: this now comes with retrofitted play features! Each post has been numbered. Click on the number below to guess if that is the FAKE FUCK.>
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Red709 was FUCK ROULETTE, from Quotefia. With an unbridled hatred of anything and everything, he was out to KILL YOU ALL. He had a variety of one-shots that could be substituted in for his basic night kill:
-FUCK TRACKERS, making his kill an untrackable ninja kill;
-FUCK DOCTORS, making his kill a doctorpiercing superkill;
-FUCK EVERYONE, janitoring his target and rendering their remains unidentifiable;
-FUCK OTHER KILLERS, rendering him immune to nightactions the night he used it.
Red709 was a PROFANE SERIAL KILLER. Red709 has LOST.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow