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Home alone

Discussion in 'Miscellaneous' started by SpitfireXero, Sep 16, 2011.

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  1. SpitfireXero

    SpitfireXero KAG Guard Tester

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    You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you.

    You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now.
    You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow.

    It's his reflection.
     
  2. Contrary

    Contrary The Audacious Paramount of Explosive Flight Donator Tester

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    > Go East
     
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  3. Kyzak

    Kyzak Ballista Bolt Thrower Tester
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    > Go Dennis
     
  4. SpitfireXero

    SpitfireXero KAG Guard Tester

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    > Creepypasta you jerks
     
  5. Monsteri

    Monsteri Slower Than Light Tester

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    But it's 112 here.
     
  6. Chosen

    Chosen Shopkeep Stealer

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    Are you Dutch?

    Anyways...
    > Go mad
     
  7. Contrary

    Contrary The Audacious Paramount of Explosive Flight Donator Tester

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    >Put palms on either side of face

    >Have irresponsible parents

    >Set up elaborate traps around your home to stop burglars.
     
  8. SpitfireXero

    SpitfireXero KAG Guard Tester

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    >Take a poop after setting traps up
     
  9. Kyzak

    Kyzak Ballista Bolt Thrower Tester
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    (I am now in control of this thread. Resistance is futile.

    I'll be using commands at my whim- no first reply or general consensus nonsense. Commands bearing influence will be quoted in no particular order. Just suggest things that make sense to the task at hand- choose your own adventure, as they say. Silliness will be tolerated so long as it doesn't get in the way too horribly much.)

    You drop the phone to the floor and stumble back into the counter, knocking debris to the floor, earnestly startled by the reflection. Just as quickly as it had come, it was gone- an illusion, the mind playing tricks. The last sickly bits of adrenaline faded away, allowing you some wary sense of peace. You gazed down at the floor, where the cellphone had landed- it seemed to be perfectly fine, owed in part to the plush carpeting in your kitchen. You enjoyed the finer things in life, the posh and bourgeois, but all the niceties in the world couldn't ease the burden of your crippling depression. The days of avoiding-and inconveniencing-- comically inept criminals were long, long over, practically ages ago. Life was a chore without that ever-looming danger, and you ache for it every day.

    A voice, decidedly concerned by its' tone, droned on from the phone. You had no desire to answer, but hollow courtesy was tugging at your brain. You pick it up and put it to your ear. "Hello? Hello? This is an emergency line, are you alright?" the voice spoke. It was a woman's, one of questionable ethnicity but firm concern. "I apologize; there's no emergency here." you replied, hanging up with due haste- there was little need for more humility. Returning attention to your surroundings, you notice a picture frame had fallen from the counter, a consequence of your rude impact. Observing no damage, you prop it back up and gaze into its' depths with a sudden longing. It was a picture at least two decades old, one of a late teenage you and your visibly aged parents- just before they passed on. No, that's not accurate. They were killed. Murdered over petty theft by trigger-happy burglars, home invaders. If only you had been present to thwart their plans, to force the stakes lower..

    There's nothing you could have done. You knew then and still do, but it haunts you nonetheless. This was your childhood, damn it, you should have been there.

    You need to get your mind off of it somehow, to avoid the pills. The pills only brought dull contentment, ultimately unsatisfying. Maybe something else.
     
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