Get back in my belly you cheese monster.
Gobbles him up and is stuck in his belly for eternity fighting the Midgard Serpent.
While you now have a case of food poisoning with those two in there, i finish it by casting an uber-powerful spell that makes a meteor crash down upon you.
And just before it hits, I shoot you at them with a trebuchet. Booya!
After the great foot has descended, i unleash this albino rabbit (which attacks all but me) unto the clown, and he's being ripped to shreds.
Respawning after the horror of the box of lots of fuzzy and sweet things, i have the clown eat and eat, eat some more and finish it off with a wincy mousy wittle mint, and take cover as he explodes.
No save against it.
I send a group of Hell's Grannies to kick the living s&&+ out of IHIYC.
RIP you clown.
I make sure TFF tromped in monsieur's bucket. The bucket with acid vomit.
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You find IHIYC in YOUR closet and he eats you.
I put a thermal detonator in the clowns mouth, tape it shut and take cover.
I use a clown-a-polt to launch IHIYC into Wylliam Harrison's cover.
I shank the cricket into bitty pieces.
I leave a barrel of pickles salted with cyanide next to TPOZ and let the inevitable happen.
Game Master Scotty just realized he is a player in a much bigger game and according to the tables he has just failed against a random death effect
I ram a cement truck slide down the rex's throat, pull the dump lever and force feed concrete into his stomach, throat. and bowels.
I let the hardening concrete bring about a painful, uncomfortable end.
I sip from my afternoon tea, applauding Orthos' deceit.
After which i use a garrot wire to slice his throat.
"I banish thee fiend back to Hell. For vandalizing the sidewalk with LBO's blood.
I present the Dinosaur with a candy.
Little does he know as h gulps it down it's a giant bomb, creating a gargantuan *splash* of falling flesh and bones.
I rewrite Wonderdog's code and have him maul Draight to death, as a proxy for the horror he endured with the Blue Falcon.
I eat both deep fried gloffy food and clowny food.
I run away and hide from evil hurty-bad people and finish up my chewing quickly so the food screams don't give away my hideout.
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That clown seems to never die - it has posted more than anyone. This makes me think there are a large number of order 66 failures out there. I take my job seriously getting this order so I will work to solve this problem. I used a rare poison I was given by a rogue buddy of mine which I tried out on a number of other posters on this thread (and they have since not returned). Fear not, this vile beast will likely post again -- but take comfort in the fact that he will perish in the not-to-distant-future.
successfully yours,
draight
Noting Draight kill stealing the clown from the fish, I bite of his arms and legs, stuff him into a barrel, weld it closed, tie 20 tons of lead weight to it, drop him in the ocean where the tide take him to the realm of Mighty Dagon and he is devoured.
Draight hasn't finished the kill yet, and so i chop his head off with this mighty shiny greatsword.
+2 points for the Bard's popularity meter.
But by drinking myself to death (for now), i make Jurassic Bard laugh so hard he dies from lack of oxygen.
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Fiend Fantastic mistook a wart on my elbow for my head in his fervor for a simple kill and only managed to help me by scraping it off in his 'head chopping' -- poor lad. I was astonished to find that both the little dinosaur and inept killer managed to slay each other before I was able to seal a victory. Given the order66 for the Fantastic Fiend, who is dead...again (lettuce get a kill count), I simply push the order aside and slip away into the forest with nothing but a scratch on my elbow and the knowledge that both the little dinosaur and the cackling-demon who cackles-no-more are both dead.
I am aware they will both come for me (as no one appears to really die in this thread) so I visit a magician friend of mine who specializes in deceiving both tiny dinosaurs and happy demons. He casts a spell on me that allows me to be undefeated no matter the narrative they conceive. I giggle softly to myself and pour a bit out for them and their future attempts.
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I try to shoot Draight in the head with the same gun I used on IHIYC but the barrel gets jammed. As I start panicking, he snatches the gun from me and just before he kills me the gun explodes, causing the bullets to fly backwards into his blackened face. I nervously laugh, rather uncontrollably, as slumps to the floor.