@David: I don't know... but I'm positive he's still in the building!
Whelp, it was fun while it lasted.
@hobo. I... I'm not touching that link. But if you want to imbed it, you can do it by going (youtube=) replacing the parentheses with brackets. or you can do (url)(/url)
The killer has claimed hobohazard as their second victim. It is now time to ready the mob.
@Mob: Engage process: blame That Guy.
That Guy blamed.
Man, fuck That Guy.
@Von: I'd... watch how you talk to the killer... They can tend to be a bit sensitive...
@Mal: You would know.
@Trilby: That's never gonna go away, is it?
@Malyc: No. It will never go away.
WE NEVER FORGET!
@Link: Thought so....
*walks off into the sunset, gets shot in the back by the killer*
@Princess GN: It will go away, if you give me lots and lots of money.
And thus, Rimmy cast his vote.
And thy killer, sunk his boat.
@Rimmy Is rhyming your posts the new "in" thing? I need to get in on this...
The voting booth is the place to be,
Voting quietly, for Queen and country,
We have but one vote, not two nor three,
And now I have sent my vote to thee.
What was that? What's this?
Something said here is amiss.
Oh wait, just haiku.
I am dead,
Um... Time to go to bed?
capchica: Know your nights
There once was an evil killer
Who did it all for the thrill-er
Then he fell down some stairs
And I ate his eclairs
Before stuffing him into the chiller
But what if you're the Celebrity
A man whose votes, numerically,
count for twice a normal player
making you a much more likely slayer
of the innocent
and makes their execution more imminent?
That statement would become a lie,
and then your rhymes would go awry.
I would hate to see that happen,
because that would take away the passion
of rap, rhymes and poetry
they would lose their potency.
That would be a shame,
because then everything would be the same.
I'm so meta, even this acronym
@Everyone: Lol wut?
I just... like... wrote that... cause... I sent a vote... I... just... boat... vote... rhyme... just... like...
I started a new trend! Go me!
@Link: I see what you did there.
I don't have many rhymes to spare
So I'll keep this brief
then sneak away like a skilful thief.
That acronym was awesome
I'd like to see that skill blossom.
Because I really like meta-humour
And that isn't just a rumour.
I... don't know... if I approve of this, but I'll give it a whirl...
Here in Murderville
A lonely town upon the hill
The cycle begins
and upon his victim's shins,
The killer dances a rythem.
Yeah... I suck at this...
*doesn't quit his day job*
@Mal Just stick to being royalty
And maybe keep our loyalty
You preside over weapons
which send this world's felons
down into hell
in a lethal
and make the influence of horror
much much much smaller.
Your flow is sick, one can't deny
The skill by which your rhymes fly
But I think even you are a sham
When compared to the great Bo Burnham.
I realise that I suck.
My rhymes are comparably terrible
And my rhythms are fairly unbearable.
My ability is pretty shit
and I lack the skill to commit
to the act of performing.
His tunes are reforming
the sounds in my head,
unravelling them like a thread
in a woollen jumper,
and hit my skull like a lorry's bumper.
EDIT: Death moved here for continuity's sake.
I was waiting for Fragrance, but he's been out of reach the past three days. Sorry for the cliffhanger.
@Trilby That was excellent. I would say I doff my cap to you, but that would be made a lame pun by your name.
I hadn't even considered the many roles,
When thinking up these raps contained within all our souls,
Or perhaps I did and this is all a bluff?
If so maybe this explanation will be enough
I am nothing like the arbiter,
in fact, in rap I am something of a harbinger,
I speak my rhymes with a rapid frequency,
I try and make you think ceasselessly,
When I'm rhyming in this booth I care about the artistry,
50 Cent wants no part of me,
He might be all about the bitches and the bling,
But those superficialities just aren't my thing,
I'd rather a good book than a bottle of Cristal,
Though maybe that's less a matter of taste, and more about the fiscal.
However, I have something of a fear,
That I am going completely off-topic here:
Now I have some final words I'd like to impart on you
I'd like to see the killer dead, this much is true.
Also, my captcha was Rhyme nor reason. No, really:
Yeah, RaN and Fragrance were the Entwined.
I'd make a bigger deal about the announcement but it seems a little bit past the fact. >.>
My Shenaniganomometer is through the roof...
Guys... I think... yeah, I'll just go...
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?
All I wanted was a voting booth and a leaky boat...
I have created monsters! Horrible, singing monsters that can't rhy-...
Probably should have whispered that...
@Rimmy: The hills are that way *points*
@Rimmy My rhymes are amateurish and basic,
So much so they make me sick,
Sadly it seems I can not stop,
Dear God, this will end in a flop.
(No really, I can't stop rhyming, please send help. Yelp)
*Gets out of bed with 3 femsheps*
Oh, now we're rhyming?
I have terrible timing
You see, I couldn't rhyme to save my life
I know! I'll end this with my knife!
EDIT: Excellent death RaNDM! I love how you included the fact that you've been screaming the whole time. XD
Hey, what the hell are you doing in bed with femsheps? I mean, come on, you chose them over Tali...
And no, I won't rhyme. I caused this, and rhymes can go burn in dark space!
@Rimmy: Things like this are why it is sometimes better to just not say anything at all... It comes back to bite you...
*shakes fist at Trilby and his Princess Gun Nut bullshit*