Kreator/Destroyer said:
yea but do you honestly want another one of my killings?
i will pull all your hair out with masking tape and then turn you upside suspending you like that with chains, i will then sandpaper your body until you are a raw skinless corpse, i will tape your mouth shut because silent screams and eyes full of fear and tears are much more fun than screams of terror. I will proceed to castrate you will pruning shears and let the blood run down your body stinning the skinlessness unmercifully as it trickles. Then i will find a very horny inmate who will rape you so hard that your bowels burst, luckily i know first aid so i fix your bowels with some nails and driftwood, then i will lift you lengthwise above me and drop you onto a field of broken glass, as you bleed in unrivaled pain, squealing and sobbing behind the top, i will put on a mitten...covered in rusty nails and acid, i will tear off the tape, shove the mitten down your throat, eviscerating you from the inside, then i will tear out your ribcage and smash it over your head, then for the end, i will take a drill and some screws and drill into your ears and eyes until i pierce your brain making you retarded, then i will grab your head and tear it from your body and ignite it with my mind, above my head and your lifeless husk will be the words...FATALITY...
you are 0 for 3
You asked for it.
Okay, first of all, I'll have to tie you up. But I won't be using normal rope. Oh no, this is 30 pound STEEL CHAIN wrapped around your neck. I'll take you into the catacombs of Paris, so deep that your terrified screams can't be heard. I've constructed an operating table of sorts. However, the tools I use will be of no good health to you. Since that chain has been choking you on the way there, you've already passed out. I lay you dormant on the operating table. I take the chain off, and re-arrange it to lock you into place, in such a manner that it causes extreme pain, even in unconsciousness. While your locked in there, I start sharpening some carving tools. I just happen to have a device with me that sends electric pulses to the brain, causing disturbing images, especially when unconscious. I shove it into your left ear, and after a few seconds, you start shaking violently. After a few minutes, your screaming in absolute terror, but you're still not awake. Now it's operating time. I take a rusty, moldy, disease-ridden scalpel, and I slowly start to edge towards your chest. Moments later, I stab you violently with it, causing extreme pain and agony. Your restraints are only getting tighter every time you try to escape. The scalpel is carving a thick chunk out of your stomach, and blood and pus are oozing out of the massive gashes. I continue cutting as you still suffer. I finish taking out at least a 3 pound section worth of meat out of your now disease-ridden skin. The mold gets into your blood stream, the disease infects your entire body. You start coughing up blood. You still aren't awake yet. It's time to wake you up. I take a giant hammer and smash your feet with them. Your feet instantly snap in a position that no normal human could withstand. You cry in pain, much louder now that you have awoken. I won't waste time to hear your useless cries for help, so I take a hacksaw and cut through your neck, right through your vocal cord. You're still alive, and now you can't yell, Every time you try to, you just cough up more blood. I say one last thing before the final blow. "Are you enjoying your last minutes on earth?". After that, I take the hammer and smash your skull with it, popping your eyeballs out of their sockets, stretching your bones out of your skin, and squashing your battered brain out of your skull. I stand over you laughing for 5 minutes straight. BUT WAIT! This isn't over yet! Postmortem, I take your mangled corpse and cut it into several peices. Peice by peice, I lay your parts out on the catacomb floor. Once I'm finished, I take the electric pulse creator to cook your body parts. As they are cooked, I eat them, peice by peice, loving every moment of it. Out of your mangled skull I carved a bowl, I put your blood remains and softer parts in it to make a soup. I eat your intestines and innards, using one of your bones as a spoon. After I've consumed most of you, I take your skull and smash it on the floor, breaking it into pieces. Then, I leave the catacombs for the rest of your remains to rot for all of eternity. The room is now a gory mess, the walls are stained with blood, the guts are splattered all over the ceiling and floor, the bones are lying all over the place, and the steel chain lies on the table, swaying over the age as if there was life left in the room. The worst part is, you are only one. Oh, I have many more "subjects" to test. Your taste wasn't terrible, a little bland, but I forgot to bring my salt. I bid you farewell, and may you rest in peices.
Do I win?
