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Post by antonious on Aug 22, 2006 16:30:57 GMT -5
While playing with the empty tape roll you cut your finger open and bleed to death in a humiliating way.
Chicken Little
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Post by RyokoDragonez on Aug 22, 2006 16:39:30 GMT -5
He's actually right. The sky IS falling. And you're squished because you didn't believe him. Ha. Ha. Ha.
An alarm clock
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Post by Seth Asathi on Aug 22, 2006 17:40:27 GMT -5
Tired of being thrown across the room every morning, the clock decides to join you in the bath.
Three jobs and housekeeping duties...
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Post by antonious on Aug 23, 2006 7:50:45 GMT -5
You work yourself to death, plain and simple.
A brand new anime.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Aug 23, 2006 13:30:54 GMT -5
It is a psycho anime with lots of blinking lights. You find out that you're epileptic. Oops.
A Shippo plushie.
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Post by DarkfireTaimatsu on Aug 23, 2006 13:44:28 GMT -5
Naturally, the plushie is secretly sentient and malevolent. It comes out at night and eats your soul.
A novelty mug.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Aug 23, 2006 14:01:03 GMT -5
You fill it to the brim with coffee, and lift it up to take a drink. It is so bad quality that the handle breaks, spilling hot coffee and porcelain splinters into you. You die of a combination of third degree burns (it's really hot coffee) and splinters in various organs.
A tee-shirt.
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Post by DarkfireTaimatsu on Aug 23, 2006 23:12:21 GMT -5
The T-shirt is not pre-shrunk, and, in a bizarre weather pattern you get soaked, then pelted with blistering sun very rapidly. The T-shirt shrinks to something that would fit a hand puppet, cutting off circulation and air, strangling you. You very dead.
A fish.
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Post by Seth Asathi on Aug 23, 2006 23:36:18 GMT -5
It's fugu. Poisonous fish. You are one of the (average) 3000 people a year who dies from poison sushi.
Soylent Jerky
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Aug 24, 2006 12:27:16 GMT -5
Your one of the people in it.
A padded room.
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Post by Seth Asathi on Aug 24, 2006 14:54:45 GMT -5
The ceiling falls on you, it doesn't crush you, but it does suffocate you.
A cardboard box, a roll of duct tape, a swiss army knife, two paperclips, a roll of toilet paper, used chewing gum, and half a pint of water... Served up fast by MacGyver.
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Post by antonious on Aug 24, 2006 20:38:52 GMT -5
((Lol, nice))
MacGyver somehow creates a high speed car from the before mentioned material and allows you to test drive it. You accidently run over a match and it ignites under your car and sets you ablaze.
Doctor Gregory House.
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Post by lordofchaos on Aug 29, 2006 0:43:24 GMT -5
You are terribly ill. While diagnosing you, Dr. House suddenly remembers that he left his Vicodin at home. You die before he returns.
A hedgehog.
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Post by antonious on Aug 29, 2006 6:59:03 GMT -5
((Now that was just wrong. House never forgets his Vicodin and he could always get more from the clinic. Shame on your lack of House knowledge.))
The hedgehog climbs into your bed before you go to sleep and you simply jump into bed and are impaled by its spikes.
Sakura from Naruto.
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Post by Seth Asathi on Sept 1, 2006 8:25:03 GMT -5
Nasty papercuts. Let's just leave it at that.
A guitar.
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Post by antonious on Sept 2, 2006 13:30:01 GMT -5
While playing a crazy solo you snap all the strings, which were over tightened and they cut off your fingers. While you run around you slip on the blood and fly into the crowd. As they pass you around you slowly bleed to death.
A sheet of paper towel.
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Post by Seth Asathi on Sept 2, 2006 19:45:08 GMT -5
It was the only thing holding back a terrible demon. It didn't work.
A copy of Diablo 2
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Post by RyokoDragonez on Sept 3, 2006 20:32:59 GMT -5
You make the important discovery that city fragments in one's digestive tract will in fact kill you. Eating CDs is a really bad idea.
An executive chair .
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Post by Seth Asathi on Sept 4, 2006 9:03:38 GMT -5
Ooops, someone switched lables. That was supposed to be marked "Execution Chair".
20,000 volts of electricity.
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Post by antonious on Sept 5, 2006 17:35:25 GMT -5
Surprisingly the shock dosent kill you but the staggered walk away from the live wire causes you to fall onto a sharp jagged rock that destroys your brain.
Seth Green
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Post by Seth Asathi on Sept 11, 2006 4:00:48 GMT -5
Another movie star gets busted for DUI... unfortunately this is /after/ he runs you over.
The US Army's first blind sniper!
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Post by antonious on Sept 11, 2006 15:06:48 GMT -5
Depite being bling he's incredibly accurate and heard your insult about his shooting a mile away.
My thread killing abilities.
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Post by Seth Asathi on Sept 11, 2006 15:51:27 GMT -5
Finally get on my last nerve, unfortunately it goes, along with all motor function. Death follows shortly.
A new PSP.
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Post by Seth Asathi on Oct 1, 2006 7:38:05 GMT -5
Oops, QC didn't do a good job. The PSP battery explodes, splashing you in the eyes with acid. You accidently grab a bottle of bleach while looking for the sink to rinse your eyes out, and it too splashes your face. You know what happens when you mix acids and bases?
A cartoon dog.
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Post by RyokoDragonez on Oct 19, 2006 3:43:03 GMT -5
The 'statue' of that dog in disney land isn't actually a statue. It's someone's very hungry St. Bernard. You are eaten.
Double Posting.
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Post by DarkfireTaimatsu on Oct 19, 2006 12:54:01 GMT -5
The webmaster is particularly vindictive and illegal, and traces your IP address, then send several goons to beat you to death for doubleposting. Geez. A warning PM would suffice.
Shippo's cathat.
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Post by Seth Asathi on Oct 19, 2006 13:23:52 GMT -5
(Aww, come on, that was like, three weeks apart.... ha ha ha... probably why I /didn't/ get a warning pm about it.) Shippo's cathat is actually a portal to an alternate dimension. You touch it and accidently step into an alternate dimension and soon you are abducted by aliens from space who kinda look like Jamie Barr... they suck out your internal organs and take some polaroids and say you were a darn good sport and as a way of saying thank you they offer to transport you back to any point in history that you would like to go... so you have them send you back to last thursday night so you can pay your phone bill on time just as the floating disembodied head of colonal Sanders started yelling "Everything you know is wrong! Black is white up is down and short is long and everything you thought was just so important doesn't matter! Everything you know is wrong, just forget the words and sing along, all you need to understand is everything you know is wrong!" Well you were about to mail a letter to your evil twin when you accidently got a nasty papercut and well to make a long story short it got infected and you died so now you're up in heaven with St. Peter by the pearly gates and it's obvious he doesn't like the nayru jacket that you're wearing... he tells you that they've got a dress code... well they let you into heaven anyway but you get the room next to the noisy ice machine for all eternity and every day he runs by screaming "Everything you know is wrong! Black is white up is down and short is long and everything you used to think was just so important doesn't really matter anymore because the simple fact remains that everything you know is wrong! just forget the words and sing along, all you need to understand is everything you know is wrong!" (Lyrics courtesy of Wierd Al, slightly modified from the song "Everything You Know is Wrong" ... Better not to ask about my taste in music. It was an alternate dimension... anything could happen... Beware the cathat! BEWARE!) ((35 hours without sleep)
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okuni
Junior Member
'How to Win' by Sanzo
Posts: 57
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Post by okuni on Nov 13, 2006 15:12:58 GMT -5
((35 hours without sleep) I'm gonna go ahead and revive with that. As you aproach your 36th hour of an infernal dance-a-thon, you succumb to the pain of your tired, aching (not to mention blistered covered) feet. You drop the floor, unconscious, and are rushed to the hospital. As your body slowly dies from the poison in the pus-infected blisters, it triggers a massive heart attack. And worse thing: Your rival in High school won the dance contest. a telephone book.
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Post by Zolah on Nov 14, 2006 7:47:20 GMT -5
You accidently put your head inside of it and fall asleep, and just at that moment a over buffed steroids eating muscle man comes and rips the phone book to show some bimbos that he is strong, sadly he doesnt notice you cause his muscles blocks his view. RiP Okuni
a wooden mug
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Dragyn
Junior Member
CAKE!
Posts: 70
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Post by Dragyn on Nov 21, 2006 2:44:12 GMT -5
There are reasons most people use wax these days. The wooden mug just happens to have been treated with arsenic to make it last longer out of doors. You manage to get a little over 100 mg in your system, and die painfully. Sorry.
A coupon
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