Kill the user above you

And then I proceed to play Jedi mental tricks on him, causing him to jump to the Death Star's core. And you with him.
 
But Palpatine is much stronger then you in The Force so he tortures you with Force Lightning and then kills you by slashing your head of.
 
But there are too many nurses who are in secret super ninjas and they arrest you and throw you in a volcano.
 
But I am actually a sniper in the building opposite to the asylum, and I headshoot you from outside. (As I wasn't dead because Palpatine killing me was just a product of your sick mind)
 
But the building where you are standing explodes and I escape to my secret base.
 
Then I enter a psycho killer rampage because this thread has been inactive for too long and kill you because you were the last user to post. I do it by cutting your veins and, while throwing you into a water tank full of sharks.
 
No, because I had with me capsules of compressed air, which I shoot to the sharks with a mechanical device of my invention. When the air is released, the sharks inflate and eventually explode. You back off in awe and shock, and I take advantage of that moment in which you are off-guard to shoot you as well.

Hmmm. Then I call the janitor staff to clean the mess.
 
But I haz many clones, who are now set to Extermination Mode, and pursuing you. They finally hunt you down with an OceansEleven-esque plan involving a car chase and boat persecution as well, to finally kill you by blowing up the plane you were in, trying to escape from them.
 
No, because they were myt clones in the plane, whilst I safely watched everything on my TV. After seeing it explode, I pick up my rifle and shoot you, while you run to the burning wreckage.
 
meanwhile you were totally ignorant of my presence, allowing me to casually walk behind you and bash you and proceed to bash you over a head with a primitive, but stylish, cross shaped club.
 
Ah, Jehoshua, how gentle of you to join our humble thread of mutual massacre. Because what you didn't know is that I was wearing a protective helmet shaped exactly as my head, allowing me to survive your treacherous attack.

Then I proceed to grab the club, kick you away and down to the floor and club you to death with it. In the head, of course.
 
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