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The Pussy killer was feeling the urge to kill again. It was similar in many respects to hunger. Something innate that couldn't be denied.
He chose his next pawn with about as much thought as a normal person would give to the decision of what to eat for dinner. He didn't care who it was and everyone had skeletons hidden away in a closet.
This time it involved sex with a minor. She's 17, he's in his early 20s. It was enough to get his ass pounded for a few years which meant more than enough leverage.
When he saw the note slide under his bedroom door he initially thought it could be some kind of trap to catch a fed. Once he'd read it he wished it was.
He gave it some thought and picked the easiest option he could think of.
He watched his victim leave the hide out and head off for a run. To get in the right head space he put some biggie on his ipod and jumped on his Harley to hunt his man down.
(....what ya think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the rottweilers' by the door.....)
His victim was oblivious to the Harley as it approached him as he was listening to Justin beiber as loud as he could take it.
(.... and I feed em gun powder
So they can devour,
The criminals, tryna drop my decimals.....)
The first bullet went in his back and lodged itself amongst his ribs.
(.... betcha biggie won't slip,
I got the calicos with the black talons loaded in the clip,
so I can rip through the ligaments,
Put the fuckers in a bad predicament.....)
The second was from point blank range and straight through his heart. As the killer accelerated away, vultures began eyeing up their latest feast.
(.... I bring pain, blood stains on what remains,
Of his jacket, he had a gun he shudda packed it.....)
In spite of the horror of what he'd done for no reason other than to save himself, he couldn't deny the music accompanying it had left him feeling like a bad ass! He parked up by some boulders and rolled a giant spliff.
(.... feel the rush, scandalous, the more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous....)
NightGizmo, a regular gang member, is dead.
Meanwhile the feds were feeling quite optimistic. The suicide of MMM meant one less body to deal with and they plotted their next move.
Daven was a thorn in their side. He'd already died once and it was quite the inconvenience to have to kill him again. They waited until he went out early the next morning for his regular climb. He was about 60 feet up when he saw them approaching. He had never been bothered before whilst climbing and nothing about their approach gave him much hope.
They sat on the hood of their car and pulled out their pistols. The range was too far for accuracy but they were in no rush. They poured some coffee from a flask, chatting to eachother and making a bet over who'd get him. The wager agreed, they took turns to take a shot at him.
Daven realised that it was just a matter of time if he stayed up there. He couldn't go down so instead abandoned his safety gear and attempted to climb the last 30 feet as quick as he could, knowing that if he could just reach the plato at the top he'd be out of the line of fire.
He practically ran up the first 10 feet without any problems but the smooth surface he now approached was going to be tricky. He started desperately chipping away at the rock in an attempt to find some grip. His hands were bleeding but the adrenaline meant he barely noticed.
A bullet pierced the rock just above him and he recognised the opportunity and leapt for it. He dug his fingers in hard and managed to secure a grip just as a bullet buried itself in his left calf. The feds high fived and laughed below.
All hope drained out of daven as he desperately tried to cling to the wall while blood trickled down his leg. He looked down as the feds walked toward the bottom of the rock, calling up and heckeling him.
He had no strength left. He contemplated his death and felt satisfied with the life he had lived. He took a deep breath and pushed hard off the wall, hoping to land on a fed and take him out. He missed by about 6 feet but felt some satisfaction as his blood splattered on the nearest fed. Then he realised he was still alive and in agony and suddenly he didn't feel so cocky. His back was broke and he wasn't going anywhere.
The feds left him lying on the floor, let him suffer. He'd be dead in no time. In fact, he was dead before they'd even returned to the hang out.
Daven, a regular gang member, is once again dead.
It's day 5.10 players left, 6 to lynch.
The livng
Gator
Wuf
Aubrey
Imsavy
JKDS
Jyms
Bikes
Keith
Luco
The Rilla
the dead
Day 1: eugmac, a regular gang member, lynched by the village.
Night 1: wolves thwarted by angel
Day 2: Daven, a regular villager, lynched by the village.
Night 2: Pascal, a regular villager, was modkilled.
Night 2: Ongbonga, a Fed, was killed by the Vig.
Night 2: Hoopy, the connected gang member, was killed by the feds.
NIght 2: Daven, was revived.
Day 3: JV, a Fed, was lynched by the village.
Night 3: Gabe, a regular village, was killed by the Feds.
Night 3: wolves Vig shot thwarted by angel
Day 4: MMM, a regular gang member, was modkilled for self lynching.
Night 4: NightGizmo, a regular gang member, was killed by the Vig.
Night 4: daven, a regular gang member, was killed by the feds.
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Originally Posted by a500lbgorilla
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