Seeing as to how the ghost birds are supernatural entities, my pecked-off body pieces fall straight through their technically-non-existent stomachs and right back on the ground. Due to some wacky scientific experiment involving magnetism that I was involved in a few years back, my body pieces pull back together and mold together. I live once again!
I blow up the bus StinkomanFan is driving with a rocket launcher. That I found in a dumpster. Down the street. *shady look*
I turn into all the basic components of EVERY KNOWN WEAPON and wait in the middle of the road for someone to use me to blow someone else up.
I pick up the components needed to make a pistol, assemble them, and blow a few holes in Snicklin before he can think of a good way to kill us all. Then I leave the pistol on the ground for someone else to find and conveniently use.
StinkoManFan is suddenly transported to time square, and is an ant (thanks to my new invention). He tried to escape from the new years ball dangling over him, but he's to slow to escape. Squash.
Secretly, I had left a time bomb in ig0rpwnwEd's house set for 12:01 AM, January 1, 2009. A minute after he brings in the new year, he is engulfed in flames as his house becomes a pile of rubble next to the road. I guess '09 just isn't his year.
Thanks to the magic of Starfox Adventures (:D) your head gets asploded by a Dinosaur and the blonde guy does a tiny dance (While holding a Hand Grenade, Which gets rid of the remains of your corpse)
Um... My friends discover what happened and travel back in time to buy a Wii. Doing that completely changes history as we know it, and you are a sheet of paper,. I deface you, feel that my drawing was not good, and put you in the shredder. Bye bye!
Um... My friends discover what happened and travel back in time to buy a Wii. Doing that completely changes history as we know it, and you are a sheet of paper,. I deface you, feel that my drawing was not good, and put you in the shredder. Bye bye!
I didn't think that, after being blown to dust, I couldn't be killed again. This, however, certainly achieved it, plus some. Certainly a great contribution to this thread!
However, I'm going to make it null and void in the easiest way possible.
I'm alive again. I won't go through the motions of explaining what happened, but I will tell you that involved a glass orb, a time paradox, and 17 zebra cakes.
Now that I've found life again, I'll begin by killing you, RTS. I find you, bag you, drag your body-bag to the nearest 50-ft deep body of water, stuff a few bricks in with you for good measure, and toss you underwater.
Ray(-Of-Death) comes and Murders you (Horrible torture, to be specific), I make note that he is from the Lamron universe, A universe where Geeks become Goths, Nerds become Cricketers, and Starfox Fans become Starfox Fans.
Ray-The-Sun takes me to this universe. I am so horrified at the site of me being a goth who likes geek stuff (instead of Vice-Versa), that I murder Ray-The-Sun. I realize that he was the only one who knew how to escape. So I eat him. Then I return to have his death on my conscience for one year before I forget about him. My scar hurts. (Get it? I'm making fun of the somewhat fun storied, but bland and over-rated Harry Potter books. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.)
I just stand motionless in the middle of the battlefield, with all the death and destruction going on all around me. I am holding a single bullet out in front of me with an open palm, staring at it and repeating the emotionless mantra: "shoot... shoot, something."
Eventually the bullet gets tired of my nonsense and drives itself into ig0rpwnwEd's prefrontal cortex. Meanwhile, I continued to stare at my open palm, changing my mantra to "punch... punch, something."
(its what the people in Mother 3 call "Tell-uhh-viss-ee-unns", Never heard of one myself. Have you tried "Happy Cold Box" or "Happy Relaxation Chair"?)
Ugly bird gets "Oh Does he? EH?" OWW OWW OWW BLUE SPAH IS STABBING ME... AGAIN!
*Red spy uncloaks behind Bird* Gentlemen? *stab*
I come back as "the essence of destruction itself". I cannot be destroyed, because the very act of attempting to destroy me makes me stronger.
I sneak up behind Ray-The-Sun and tap him on the shoulder, which immediately causes his shoulder to crumble into dust. This also sends a shockwave slowly through his body. In a matter of only a few minutes, it will cause his entire body to crumble into dust, one tiny piece at a time.
You asplode, because you aren't the Essence of destruction, Giygas is.
You fall asleep and Giygas invades your dreams. You go insane. So much that you wanna "Glunt the Ploontuckle"(?) I feel its my duty. It was a Mercy Killing.
I capture your soul and put it into an internet game. It is used over and over again to fling kittens through cannons (your soul apparently has some sort of explosive quality), until it finally dies of hopelessness. How depressing.
You also get taken to the iner workings of my mind. You find my "Hallowed Imagination" and die from an Iye-Slice (Two blade weapons through the eyes, Out and through the shoulders....)
I'll assume that, since you magically re-spawned, I can as well. In the spirit of re-spawning (and a certain game related to it), I take a gravity hammer to your face.
You know, being slammed in the skull repeatedly with a hardcover copy of Insomnia by Stephen King might be one of the better ways to die. Better than being forced through a meat grinder, that is.
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I blow up the bus StinkomanFan is driving with a rocket launcher. That I found in a dumpster. Down the street. *shady look*
I pick up the components needed to make a pistol, assemble them, and blow a few holes in Snicklin before he can think of a good way to kill us all. Then I leave the pistol on the ground for someone else to find and conveniently use.
Um...
*throws down get out of jail free card*
Secretly, I had left a time bomb in ig0rpwnwEd's house set for 12:01 AM, January 1, 2009. A minute after he brings in the new year, he is engulfed in flames as his house becomes a pile of rubble next to the road. I guess '09 just isn't his year.
I didn't think that, after being blown to dust, I couldn't be killed again. This, however, certainly achieved it, plus some. Certainly a great contribution to this thread!
However, I'm going to make it null and void in the easiest way possible.
I'm alive again. I won't go through the motions of explaining what happened, but I will tell you that involved a glass orb, a time paradox, and 17 zebra cakes.
Now that I've found life again, I'll begin by killing you, RTS. I find you, bag you, drag your body-bag to the nearest 50-ft deep body of water, stuff a few bricks in with you for good measure, and toss you underwater.
Eventually the bullet gets tired of my nonsense and drives itself into ig0rpwnwEd's prefrontal cortex. Meanwhile, I continued to stare at my open palm, changing my mantra to "punch... punch, something."
...Ugly bird dies of cancer 1 month later (Too much Happy-Box)
Don't use that word. Might get'cha banned.
Oh. And I lock you in a room filled with Aparoids that want to Infest you.
That disturbing...
What is "happy-box"?
Ugly bird gets "Oh Does he? EH?" OWW OWW OWW BLUE SPAH IS STABBING ME... AGAIN!
*Red spy uncloaks behind Bird* Gentlemen? *stab*
I sneak up behind Ray-The-Sun and tap him on the shoulder, which immediately causes his shoulder to crumble into dust. This also sends a shockwave slowly through his body. In a matter of only a few minutes, it will cause his entire body to crumble into dust, one tiny piece at a time.
You fall asleep and Giygas invades your dreams. You go insane. So much that you wanna "Glunt the Ploontuckle"(?) I feel its my duty. It was a Mercy Killing.
*forces RTS through a meat grinder*
*forces metalkombat to kill Stephen King, which is like killing his soul*
I pull it out and throw it at your retreating back. Before you can post again to throw it at me, it explodes.
As for you, Ugly Bird, I force you to kill yourself, which is like killing your soul. Literally.