The crowd gathered after leaving Qreepy in his position to bleed some more.
TSA: You know what I just realized? Over half of our friends have been killed in the past few days, and we're the ones left alive. I'm so happy to have lived this long and develop such a sense of camaraderie with all of you. It's just so wonderful. [TSA weeps]
Jurs: EMO!!!
ld: You're one to talk...
Kilga: You know, TSA, there is still at least one of us who wants nothing more than to rip your intestines out and strangle you with them, right?
TSA: I'll welcome any strangling at this point so long as it's given by one of my very best new friends!
Eric (under breath): This kid is ridiculous...
Kilga: But anyway, guys, a little bird spread the word that he saw Jursey get up last night and partially saw off Qreepy's head.
Jurs: Wait, how does that work? I didn't think any birds could talk.
Fish: Parrots can.
Jurs: But they just repeat stuff.
Fish: Oh, right.
Kilga: GUYS! No, no. It's a metaphorical bird. I was told that Jurs--
Jurs: I've never heard of the metaphorical bird. Where does it live and why did it come to talk to you?
Kilga clenched his fists and started to turn red.
Kilga: It's a phrase! Someone whose name I won't mention told me you murdered Qreepy last night!
Jurs: So, what, did that person fly in or something? I still don't understand where the bird came from. I mean, all the windows are sealed and everything.
A blood vessel exploded in Kilga's head and he let out a yell of frustration.
Jurs: Did I just fart?
Kilga: ANYWAY! A very reliable source informed me of Jursey's murderish-ness-ness. So, let's make with the lynching.
Eric: Wait a second, there's something that's bothered me this whole time. If everyone gets gassed at night, how do the murderers wake up to kill people?
Fish: I'm not entirely sure, Eric, but I think it may have something to do with the three bloody gas masks that have been laying around this whole time, one of which is sitting right by where Jursey was sleeping.
Jurs: Well, that certainly doesn't look good for me.
nForcer: Well, what about the guy who claims to have been awake at night to see Jursey?
Kilga: He's magical. Leave it at that.
nForcer: Works for me.
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The group descended on Jursey. LD grabbed her from behind and held her down while Fish ran to the icehouse on the east side of the foundry. He quickly returned with ten icepicks, each with a metal part of around eight inches. Eric saw what he was planning and removed Jursey's shoes and socks and held her feet down while she squirmed. Fish grabbed her left ankle, chose an icepick, and put the point into the flesh between her big and second toes. He pressed hard and even put a little bit of his weight into it. The point made a crater in the skin and then it finally ruptured, the icepick sliding about an inch inside. Fish then slowly pushed it the rest of the way in. Jursey shrieked as she could feel the sharp point tearing through muscle, rupturing blood vessels, and scraping along her bones. Seven more times Fish did this, shoving icepicks into Jursey's feet in between the toes. Each time she screamed in pain until her feet were grotesquely swollen and red. nForcer spoke up.
nForcer: Nice counting Fish. Hang on. I have an idea for the other two.
He had ld turn Jursey on her side, placed the point of an icepick just below Jursey's ankle bone, and told Eric to hold it there. nForcer then stood up, raised a leg, and stomped the icepick, sending it clean through her ankle. He then got ld to turn her over again and did it to the other side, although he struck and broke a bone on his first try, prompting a flawless second one. nForcer then got a pair of pliers and bent the pointed ends back on themselves, creating two hooks in between Jursey's ankles that he linked together. He got a chain and began to wrap it around the hooks when Kilga got up, realizing that his services were needed.
Kilga lowered the large hook from the ceiling and nForcer put the chain on it, suspending Jursey's legs. As Kilga brought the hook up, ld let go of her torso a little bit too early and her head slammed on the ground, splattering some blood and knocking her unconcsious. Kilga raised her slightly off the ground and then began swinging her. Higher and higher she went, getting ever nearer to the ceiling. Then, on the final upswing, Jursey awoke to find herself careening toward one of the large glass windows that was about thirty feet off of the ground near the top of the wall. She could barely get out a scream as her body, led by her face, busted through the window. On the downswing, a jagged piece of glass impaled itself into Jursey's stomach. The heavy hook and chain dragged her body down, causing the glass to tear through her abdomen, shredding the skin open. As it reached her sternum, Jursey's body slipped over the piece of glass and began to fall back toward the floor, but the glass caught the underside of her jaw and impaled itself there, forcing her jaw shut. She had lost most all of her momentum at this point, so she remained there, suspended by the glass, gushing blood down to the floor thirty feet below.
--Guido
TSA: You know what I just realized? Over half of our friends have been killed in the past few days, and we're the ones left alive. I'm so happy to have lived this long and develop such a sense of camaraderie with all of you. It's just so wonderful. [TSA weeps]
Jurs: EMO!!!
ld: You're one to talk...
Kilga: You know, TSA, there is still at least one of us who wants nothing more than to rip your intestines out and strangle you with them, right?
TSA: I'll welcome any strangling at this point so long as it's given by one of my very best new friends!
Eric (under breath): This kid is ridiculous...
Kilga: But anyway, guys, a little bird spread the word that he saw Jursey get up last night and partially saw off Qreepy's head.
Jurs: Wait, how does that work? I didn't think any birds could talk.
Fish: Parrots can.
Jurs: But they just repeat stuff.
Fish: Oh, right.
Kilga: GUYS! No, no. It's a metaphorical bird. I was told that Jurs--
Jurs: I've never heard of the metaphorical bird. Where does it live and why did it come to talk to you?
Kilga clenched his fists and started to turn red.
Kilga: It's a phrase! Someone whose name I won't mention told me you murdered Qreepy last night!
Jurs: So, what, did that person fly in or something? I still don't understand where the bird came from. I mean, all the windows are sealed and everything.
A blood vessel exploded in Kilga's head and he let out a yell of frustration.
Jurs: Did I just fart?
Kilga: ANYWAY! A very reliable source informed me of Jursey's murderish-ness-ness. So, let's make with the lynching.
Eric: Wait a second, there's something that's bothered me this whole time. If everyone gets gassed at night, how do the murderers wake up to kill people?
Fish: I'm not entirely sure, Eric, but I think it may have something to do with the three bloody gas masks that have been laying around this whole time, one of which is sitting right by where Jursey was sleeping.
Jurs: Well, that certainly doesn't look good for me.
nForcer: Well, what about the guy who claims to have been awake at night to see Jursey?
Kilga: He's magical. Leave it at that.
nForcer: Works for me.
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The group descended on Jursey. LD grabbed her from behind and held her down while Fish ran to the icehouse on the east side of the foundry. He quickly returned with ten icepicks, each with a metal part of around eight inches. Eric saw what he was planning and removed Jursey's shoes and socks and held her feet down while she squirmed. Fish grabbed her left ankle, chose an icepick, and put the point into the flesh between her big and second toes. He pressed hard and even put a little bit of his weight into it. The point made a crater in the skin and then it finally ruptured, the icepick sliding about an inch inside. Fish then slowly pushed it the rest of the way in. Jursey shrieked as she could feel the sharp point tearing through muscle, rupturing blood vessels, and scraping along her bones. Seven more times Fish did this, shoving icepicks into Jursey's feet in between the toes. Each time she screamed in pain until her feet were grotesquely swollen and red. nForcer spoke up.
nForcer: Nice counting Fish. Hang on. I have an idea for the other two.
He had ld turn Jursey on her side, placed the point of an icepick just below Jursey's ankle bone, and told Eric to hold it there. nForcer then stood up, raised a leg, and stomped the icepick, sending it clean through her ankle. He then got ld to turn her over again and did it to the other side, although he struck and broke a bone on his first try, prompting a flawless second one. nForcer then got a pair of pliers and bent the pointed ends back on themselves, creating two hooks in between Jursey's ankles that he linked together. He got a chain and began to wrap it around the hooks when Kilga got up, realizing that his services were needed.
Kilga lowered the large hook from the ceiling and nForcer put the chain on it, suspending Jursey's legs. As Kilga brought the hook up, ld let go of her torso a little bit too early and her head slammed on the ground, splattering some blood and knocking her unconcsious. Kilga raised her slightly off the ground and then began swinging her. Higher and higher she went, getting ever nearer to the ceiling. Then, on the final upswing, Jursey awoke to find herself careening toward one of the large glass windows that was about thirty feet off of the ground near the top of the wall. She could barely get out a scream as her body, led by her face, busted through the window. On the downswing, a jagged piece of glass impaled itself into Jursey's stomach. The heavy hook and chain dragged her body down, causing the glass to tear through her abdomen, shredding the skin open. As it reached her sternum, Jursey's body slipped over the piece of glass and began to fall back toward the floor, but the glass caught the underside of her jaw and impaled itself there, forcing her jaw shut. She had lost most all of her momentum at this point, so she remained there, suspended by the glass, gushing blood down to the floor thirty feet below.
--Guido
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