Killception...
tomtom94 looked out the window. It was raining heavily but the claps of thunder and lightning made out a very distinct, odd shape on the wing of the plane. A huge, sudden clap of lightning made it visible. It was Di Fredsta.....doing a gangnam style on the wing of the plane!?!?
tomtom had fallen out of bed and awoke with a start. "Phew, it was all a dream" he thought. That thought disappeared a moment later as he realised the floor of the plane had been replaced with glass and he watched as the land below him speedily disappeared behind the plane. Except a small speck was noticeable keeping up speed with the plane. All of a sudden everything seemed to zoom in. It was Paco Montoya charging at Temple Run-like speed! "HEY GUYS, I'M ALIVE AGAIN! LET ME BACK ON THE PLANE!"
Turbulence had slightly rocked the plane and tomtom woke up, safe and sound in his bed. "Wait, that was all a dream," he realised. Better check just to make sure. No glass floor, no-one dancing ****ely on the plane wing, yep, everything was normal....Aside from Nazara's head sticking through a hole in the door and him screaming "HERE'S NAZARA!!". tomtom shrieked and threw Silver's pet turtle that was next to his bed at Nazara. The turtle beheaded Nazara and a voice echoed out his now headless body, "I was just wondering if you had any extra toothpaste."
tomtom had another five or so dreams that involved being attacked in some way by someone on the plane and when it became too much he decided to wake himself up for real. He went to the washroom and saw Julius Caesar hanging from the celiing by a noosed piece of rope. tomtom ignored him and went to go splash some water on his face.
"Whoever is narrating this story, just an FYI, if you're basing this on Inception, you do know you can only go down three levels of dreaming right?" he said to no-one in particular.
Shut the **** up tomtom. I'm telling this story, not your precious Christopher Nolan.
He turned around and saw JC still hanging from the ceiling and everyone else standing in the doorway.
"tomtom did it! He's a murderer!" BLS shouted.
"Hardly, I've had eight dreams so far tonight all exactly like this one. Someone go ahead and punch me in the face. That'll prove I'm still asleep." he reasoned.
"I'll do it!!" exclaimed Silver joyfully and gave tomtom a strong right hook.
"Ouch? Erm...Ok, apparently I am awake," he mumbled.
They all stared up at the limp and lifeless Julius Caesar. With only five of them left, they had to figure out who the killers were. Fast.
REMAINING PLAYERS:
- Forza Di Resta
- Nazara
- SilverArrow
- tomtom94 v2.4 (beta)
- BrightLampShade
- Players, remember to vote (only once!) with a post containing 'Vote: xxxx' nice and obviously. If you wish to change, please edit rather than posting afresh
- Nothing in the story is a true reflection of the identity of any individual player and should not be taken seriously with regards to voting.
- I'm scrapping the rule that says the dead are unable to speak in these threads. Just don't say anything revealing or incriminating that may give any clues about the identity of a particular individual.
​- This thread will be locked once a player has been lynched and the night cycle begins.
tomtom94 looked out the window. It was raining heavily but the claps of thunder and lightning made out a very distinct, odd shape on the wing of the plane. A huge, sudden clap of lightning made it visible. It was Di Fredsta.....doing a gangnam style on the wing of the plane!?!?
tomtom had fallen out of bed and awoke with a start. "Phew, it was all a dream" he thought. That thought disappeared a moment later as he realised the floor of the plane had been replaced with glass and he watched as the land below him speedily disappeared behind the plane. Except a small speck was noticeable keeping up speed with the plane. All of a sudden everything seemed to zoom in. It was Paco Montoya charging at Temple Run-like speed! "HEY GUYS, I'M ALIVE AGAIN! LET ME BACK ON THE PLANE!"
Turbulence had slightly rocked the plane and tomtom woke up, safe and sound in his bed. "Wait, that was all a dream," he realised. Better check just to make sure. No glass floor, no-one dancing ****ely on the plane wing, yep, everything was normal....Aside from Nazara's head sticking through a hole in the door and him screaming "HERE'S NAZARA!!". tomtom shrieked and threw Silver's pet turtle that was next to his bed at Nazara. The turtle beheaded Nazara and a voice echoed out his now headless body, "I was just wondering if you had any extra toothpaste."
tomtom had another five or so dreams that involved being attacked in some way by someone on the plane and when it became too much he decided to wake himself up for real. He went to the washroom and saw Julius Caesar hanging from the celiing by a noosed piece of rope. tomtom ignored him and went to go splash some water on his face.
"Whoever is narrating this story, just an FYI, if you're basing this on Inception, you do know you can only go down three levels of dreaming right?" he said to no-one in particular.
Shut the **** up tomtom. I'm telling this story, not your precious Christopher Nolan.
He turned around and saw JC still hanging from the ceiling and everyone else standing in the doorway.
"tomtom did it! He's a murderer!" BLS shouted.
"Hardly, I've had eight dreams so far tonight all exactly like this one. Someone go ahead and punch me in the face. That'll prove I'm still asleep." he reasoned.
"I'll do it!!" exclaimed Silver joyfully and gave tomtom a strong right hook.
"Ouch? Erm...Ok, apparently I am awake," he mumbled.
They all stared up at the limp and lifeless Julius Caesar. With only five of them left, they had to figure out who the killers were. Fast.
REMAINING PLAYERS:
- Forza Di Resta
- Nazara
- SilverArrow
- tomtom94 v2.4 (beta)
- BrightLampShade
- Players, remember to vote (only once!) with a post containing 'Vote: xxxx' nice and obviously. If you wish to change, please edit rather than posting afresh
- Nothing in the story is a true reflection of the identity of any individual player and should not be taken seriously with regards to voting.
- I'm scrapping the rule that says the dead are unable to speak in these threads. Just don't say anything revealing or incriminating that may give any clues about the identity of a particular individual.
​- This thread will be locked once a player has been lynched and the night cycle begins.
Caesar knew too much.... 
