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When I die….

  • Profile photo of Thomas Reed

    has a WHOLE new meaning

    the voices enjoyed hearing it more than once
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    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

    Profile photo of Ricky Craig

    I remember hearing that one when it first came down the feed. I still tell people about it, it was so sweet!


    Death, chaos and mayhem, the music of the night

    Profile photo of Alex Langley

    Creepy…

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

    Profile photo of Alex Langley

    Teach you to take weight loss pills.

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

    Profile photo of Mark Derricutt

    As someone whose a bit bigger – I’d love to die in such a way that I’d be somewhat lighter. Maybe a sadistic disemboweling (sp?) where the killer tells me how much I weight after removing each internal, or external organ.

    The killer would have to be mad and keep track of weights in a spread sheet of course.. damn junkie geeks.

    Profile photo of Vaney

    You all have some pretty interesting ones, I doubt I could top them. But I’ll give it a shot.

    The way I’d love to die is being suspended by hooks through the skin of my shoulders, large needles slowly being pushed in my stomach, legs and eyes like some twisted form of acupuncture, then have my eyes gouged and tongue cut off and finally have my throat ripped open.

    Profile photo of Thomas Reed

    checkout psuedopod.org a story called bliss, it would be right up your alley
    freaked out my son, he kept playing it for his buds, they were totally grossed out
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    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

    Profile photo of Tara Kubba

    i know it’s not very imaginative but i’d love the be skinned alive and somehow kept alive right down to the last layer, and then, you know, be made to eat my eyeballs.
    I just feel sorry for the poor fucker who has to clean up the mess.

    Profile photo of Steven Boyd

    being forced to chop up, cook and eat myself starting with male appendage then the limbs

    Profile photo of Thomas Reed

    you got that right

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    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

    Profile photo of CPK IrishmanFromOhio

    I can honesty say I have never heard that before…

    Profile photo of Alex Langley

    slow and painful, baby

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

    Profile photo of Chris Maler

    I’d like to meet my novel end by having my blood drained by Vampiric Galapagos Mockingbirds. I don’t know how even Scott could work that into a novel, but it’s be pretty cool.

    Profile photo of CPK IrishmanFromOhio

    Death by a rail gun round the size of a train caboose. That would be nice.

    Profile photo of Glenn Dixon

    moi? As sick as Sigler? (DAMN HIM)?

    Sorry, not possible! No one is that sick!

    (but thanks for the compliment)

    :o)

    Glenn

    Profile photo of Thomas Reed

    than experience this
    you are as sick as Sigler (DAMN HIM)
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    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

    Profile photo of Maia W

    I got nothing to follow that
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    KnitWitch
    http://www.knitwitchzone.com

    Profile photo of Brian Hunt

    I’m no prude but how do you top that?

    Profile photo of Glenn Dixon

    ….I’d like it to involve sex, or at least the promise of sex. Like maybe having my privates severed right before orgasm. Preferably by a female nocturnal creature thingy with teeth down you-know-where.

    OR – maybe a glory-hole gone bad. Or a bondage scenario.

    Just sayin’…….

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