The man was quite ill, quite ill indeed. However, he wasn't quite dead yet. In fact, in spite of an earlier brush with death, he was getting better. He was feeling fine, actually. As a matter of fact, he was no longer ill, he was in the best of health. That is, of course, until he was approached by a creature so foul, so cruel, very few men had fought with it and lived.
Old Man: "How are you, little bunny? Is you a cute wittle bunny? Yes you are.... yes you are! Who is my shnuggums? Hmmm? Is ooooo my shnuggums? My big fat fluffy furry floppy-eared fantastic little fwend? Come here... come to daddy... come shnuggle up with me. You don't have the plague, right? The last thing I need is to catch the Black Death..."
Well, the Old Man who was very ill, and would be stone dead in a moment, but was actually getting better, and now was actually feeling quite fine, would not experience the Black Death. Instead, he got to experience a very fluffy, sharp, pointy White Death, complete with fangs and fur.
They never found his remains.
Pinman was killed. And yet, even though he's actually now stone dead, he still feels fine! He feels so happy, in fact, I think he will go for a walk.
Mister Duck was sneaking around that night, looking for the wicked one. He knew, just knew, that there was black magic afoot.
But while he was trying to logically determine that if someone weighs the same as a duck, they must be made of wood... a group of four evil knights stepped forward and began to surround him.
First Knight: NI!
Second Knight:
NI!!!
Third Knight:
NI!!!!
Fourth Knight:
NI!!!!!
Mister Duck could hear no more, and wished he could have turned himself into a Newt. But he wasn't going to get better, because he couldn't bear to hear the sacred words. He did the only thing he could do.... he ate himself to death. Starting with his toes, he began munching down his entire leg, his other leg, then his arms, and began slurping down his intestines. Then, he ate his own head.
Double A was killed.
Later, just over the hill, over a path running down the middle of the forest, with shrubberies on either side, there stood a tall man, with a strange looking helmet on his head. He was muttering something to himself.
He looked and saw a beast... the foulest thing you could imagine, dripping blood and saliva and gore from it's gaping jaws. The man knew he couldn't possibly outrun it, and could feel the icy grip of death upon him. The foul creature attacked, and bit the man in two.
Thunder and lightning roared and flashed in the sky, and there was a great disturbance throughout the lands.
Sithlord447 was killed.
Alive: (16/30)
Nictel
Catharsis
choxorn
Paulus III
Tasslehoff
Snerk
Sprig
CCRunner
Camikaze
oyzar
hell hound
Izipo
Backwards Logic (survived)
Renata
Love
ZPV
Lynched: (3/30)
plarq
TheLastOne36
CivGeneral
Murdered: (11/30)
Seon
cubsfan6506
taillesskangaru
Stuck in Pi
Winston Hughes
civplayah
cindle
rhawn
Pinman
Double A
Sithlord447
Wrath of God: (Only one so far...)
kill fire
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