If the above person was in an horror movie, how would he/she die?

[MRTL_mrclean17]

Basically, just say how the above person would die in an horror movie, include pictures if you like.

[MRTL_mrclean17]

naked girl avalanche

[SulferDragon]

You would get ran over by a lawn mower. I'd show the picture, but it makes me... sick...

[Icewolf195]

Your head would be cut off with a flying chainsaw and a spleen would be put in your pants.


I hope no one gets any mental images...

[Fantasticone]

You would melt to death by intense heat and your bones turn to ashes.

[MRTL_mrclean17]

12 midgets will kick you in the groin then eat your children in front of you. Then they will light you on fire.

[apple23]

Your locked in a room with a bunch of flesh eating bugs.

[Icewolf195]

You'll see Barney and die of fright.

[FRANKKK]

you will be watching the ring and the girl will come out of the tv and drag you to her well and drown you.

[apple23]

There would be an eclips... forever!!

[orly101]

that guy from resident evil 4 with the cainsaw will cut ur head off!

[andy-o24]

You'll be shackeled by chains at your wrists and ankels. The murderer will flip the switch and slowly but painfully your limbs will be torn out of their sockets and you will bleed to death.

[FRANKKK]

Originally Posted by andy-o24

You'll be shackeled by chains at your wrists and ankels. The murderer will flip the switch and slowly but painfully your limbs will be torn out of their sockets and you will bleed to death.

jesus what movies have you been watching =p

you'll fall off a boat and forget how to swim, and drown.

[RB_Dreamscanner]

THE SUN WILL ECLIPSE YOU :X
ull get dismembered by a helicopter

[Icewolf195]

You'll cut yourself so much that you die.

Lol.

[thepondermatic]

You are introcuced early in the movie and quickly become the main character's boyfriend/girlfriend. The rest is history.

[LatitudeSun]

You are running from a murderer and when you look back to see how far behind he is, you run into a man holding a knife and get stabbed... O.o

[Wlfwnd91]

While you're playing with your children outside the back of your trailor you end up running to get a ball which went over the tracks, on your way back you realize there's a train coming, in a panic you trip over the rail and hit your head on the other metal rail and die instantly, before the train gets to you.

EDIT: You all thought the train was gonna hit em, ha =)

[jugglinguy]

You get killed by an extreme slap from pokemon

[thepondermatic]

You are being chased by three men with chainsaws down a forest path during the middle of the night. It is raining extremely heavily. One of the takes a shortcut and ends up on the path further ahead of you. You run off the path, but to your horror, not only do the chainsaw men continue to gain on you, your hear several rabid dogs. As you enter a clearing, one of the dogs runs up and almost bites your leg. It would have kept on chasing you but the ground was muddy and it slid. Before it can start running after you agian, the fastest chainsaw man kills it.

Ths situation only gets worse when you come up to the river. It has flooded out the bridge, and you're about to run parellel to it, but six more dugs appear, three on each side of you. You realize that your only hope is to jump into the rapid and swim to the otehr side. You run into it and are immediatly swept up off your feet and completely covered in water. In panic, you breath in and swallow two lungfuls of water. YOuu're not sure what happens in the next few seconds, but somehow, after what felt like an eternity, you somehow surface on the other side of the river. Then someone shoots at you.

You immediatly climb to your feet and start running. You see behind yourself a man reoloading a rifile. He's staring right at you. You run in a wild zig-zag sprint through shadows, hoping to be too hard a target to kill. Every time the gun fires, you almost trip and fall face-first into the slimey, slippery mud, but you manage to keep your balance. Meanwhile, your power-tool wielding friends and crazy canines are trotting down the river, watching your progress.

Finally, however, you come up to a clearing. You know that if you run out into it, the man with the gun would kill you for sure. However, you also see a log going across the rivier. You run onto it, hoping to cross to the other side, when you realize that the dogs and chainsaw men are still there. You can't cross the log because of the crazed animals and someone's pointing a gun at you from the other side. You decide that you at least have a chance if you take the third option: You jump back into the river.

This time, you are prepared for the stream's swiftness. You swim carefully while trying to calm yourself, even though the cold water is sapping your energy and alertness. Minute after painful minute you conintue to pull your head out of the water; you have no idea when your next chance to get out of the rapid will be. You don't have time to panic at this thought: it is taking all of your conentration simply to stay above the water. After an intense, hellish hour, the river finally empties into a large lake.

By now, the storm has started hailing. If you stay out in the uncovered rlake too long, you'l be pelted top death (assuming hypothermia donesn't get to you first). With this realization motivating you, you swim towards the bank. When you are within a few hundred feet of the lake, unfortunately, you see a boat. In it is the gun man. He paddles his canoe towards you, and even in the horrible lighting, you manage to see his horrible, twisted smile. You begin to swim all the way to the other side of the lake. By now you have no energy left; you are running on pure will. After a few minutes, jsut short of hlaf the distance across the lake, the man shoots at you. Luckily, he misses, but the bullet scares you intensly. You try to avoid his gun by swimming underwater; it must work because the man only shoots at you a couple more times and both shots miss.

You finally reach the far bank. You climb onto it, take a moment to recover, and begin running again. At this point, every single joint in your body aches horribly, every single muscle burns like none other, every single bones feels half the size it used to be. You are cut in dozens of places, covered in mud, and beggining to shake uncontrollably in the cold. You hear several barks.

You look over your shoulder and see a handful of dogs charging you about a thousand feet behind you; not far behind them is the sound of high-pitched motors. You also notice that the man with the gun has reached the shore and has his gun pointed right at you. Summoning every ounce of willpower left in your abused body, you start running.

The terrors chasing you are not the only sound you hear. You also hear cars drving. You happily realize that you are near an interstate highway; perhaps the cars will scare off your pursuers.

You sprint as fast as you can, but it seems like a jog; your murdurers are two, three times faster than you. You glance behind you and see a black dog clearly; it doesn't even have a quarter of a track lap left to go-

Suddenly, you break through the forest next to the highway! You relax, certain that you're safe, and wlk up to the highway. But you stopped too soon. The dog that was chasing you bursts through the forsest wothout showing any signs of stopping. Before you realize what you're doing, you step out into the street in panic - right in front of a truck.

Again, acting on fear, your body makes you jump out of the way of the truck. Although it threatened to kill you, the truck saved your life: the dog was hit by it and could no longer attack you. You aren't safe yet, however; you are standing in the middle of a freeway and more dogs are chasing you. You start running one last time. Playing a deadly game of Frogger, you manage to jump between cars

This experience is not unlike that of swimming through the river: you are constaly occupied with the task of not being run over, not being able to spare any attention on even the sounds of skidding cars and crushed dogs. The highway, is short, however, and almost before you realize what's going on, you've crossed it. All of the dogs chasing you met their demise on that road, and the men who were chasing you are not insane enough to try the fatal game you just won. You stand happily on the shoulder of the road, waiting for someone to come up and call the police to sort out the mess and take you home.

Then you slip on the concrete, fall, and break your head.