Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 24, 2007 12:38:47 GMT -5
"The townspeople have spoken," said the Host. "And the object of today's execution is only too clear. RLRL has been chosen!"
The couple of burly guys barrelled into the room and grabbed RLRL.
"And my pronouncement," the Host went on, "is that he is to be spiked to the floor, doused in gasoline and lit on fire, while a tub full of piranha-filled water sits by no closer than within arm's reach."
One of the burly guys stuck railroad spikes through RLRL's feet into the treefloor, ignoring his screams of hellish agony, while the other one set up an Inflatable Bathtub nearby and filled it with water.
"RLRL, would you mind sticking your hands into that tub?" the Host asked.
In between crying out for merciful death to take him, RLRL reached out with both arms and stuck his hands into the tub, which was positioned at such a distance that only his hands could reach it.
"Okay, cool. Go ahead with the other stuff, then," the Host told the couple of burly guys.
The one who had nailed RLRL to the floor now brought out a jug of gasoline and poured it all over RLRL's sputtering body, while the one who had set up the Inflatable Bathtub now emptied an aquarium full of piranhas into it.
The Host himself lit a match and threw it onto RLRL's body.
Immediately, RLRL was engulfed in flames, which fortunately had no effect upon the town treehouse, for it had been built out of special flame-proof wood. The flames did have a profound effect upon RLRL's flesh, however. He desperately plunged his fiery hands into the Inflatable Bathtub, where the piranhas chomped off his fingers.
A few seconds later, he was a charred skeleton.
"Man," said the Host after a pause. "Who could have thought that one up, huh?"
The first burly guy pulled out the railroad spikes and carried off what was left of RLRL, while the second one hoisted up the Inflatable Bathtub and poured all its contents -- water, blood and piranhas -- onto the grass below.
RLRL IS DEAD!
* * *
THE SECOND NIGHT HAS BEGUN!
Those with nightly powers may now PM me to use them. Mafia members, head out to the Xanga to vote. And, if you're still capable of celebrating after that gruesome murder, have a holly-jolly Christmas.
The couple of burly guys barrelled into the room and grabbed RLRL.
"And my pronouncement," the Host went on, "is that he is to be spiked to the floor, doused in gasoline and lit on fire, while a tub full of piranha-filled water sits by no closer than within arm's reach."
One of the burly guys stuck railroad spikes through RLRL's feet into the treefloor, ignoring his screams of hellish agony, while the other one set up an Inflatable Bathtub nearby and filled it with water.
"RLRL, would you mind sticking your hands into that tub?" the Host asked.
In between crying out for merciful death to take him, RLRL reached out with both arms and stuck his hands into the tub, which was positioned at such a distance that only his hands could reach it.
"Okay, cool. Go ahead with the other stuff, then," the Host told the couple of burly guys.
The one who had nailed RLRL to the floor now brought out a jug of gasoline and poured it all over RLRL's sputtering body, while the one who had set up the Inflatable Bathtub now emptied an aquarium full of piranhas into it.
The Host himself lit a match and threw it onto RLRL's body.
Immediately, RLRL was engulfed in flames, which fortunately had no effect upon the town treehouse, for it had been built out of special flame-proof wood. The flames did have a profound effect upon RLRL's flesh, however. He desperately plunged his fiery hands into the Inflatable Bathtub, where the piranhas chomped off his fingers.
A few seconds later, he was a charred skeleton.
"Man," said the Host after a pause. "Who could have thought that one up, huh?"
The first burly guy pulled out the railroad spikes and carried off what was left of RLRL, while the second one hoisted up the Inflatable Bathtub and poured all its contents -- water, blood and piranhas -- onto the grass below.
RLRL IS DEAD!
* * *
THE SECOND NIGHT HAS BEGUN!
Those with nightly powers may now PM me to use them. Mafia members, head out to the Xanga to vote. And, if you're still capable of celebrating after that gruesome murder, have a holly-jolly Christmas.