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"ER-NO'S EXTRA EXTRA GAMEADAY! NOW CLOSED"

Thanks er-no

THE COMPETITION IS NOW CLOSED.

er-no will decide the winner on the basis of amusement only.


THE DEATH OF SNIPER.

The competition. Well its simple.

You guys have until the 26 August to write ways in which Sniper dies.

This can be in many different styles eg. One liner, quick story or a few paragraphs.

The entry that is the most funny and well written wins a gameaday. You can enter as many times as you want Sniper to die.

Staff members cannot enter (I think).

And remember MY decision is final.

Hint: Keep it funny and not too long.

CLOSING: 26 August

Sniper got hexed by a travveling gypsy. He didnt believe in hexes, so ignored it. That same day he went down a mine and it caved in on him.

The hex was brought to fruition!

Sniper pointed his own rifle at himself accidentally and pulled the trigger, thus killing himself!
slik !_!

Sniper was bitten by a snake and died.

His gravestone read:

Here lies Sniper,
Bit by a viper,
So play the piper.
(Bet he now smells riper.)

sniper eats a bad mushroom and dies!

Sniper once died from head injuries when I taped a Mars Bar to the inside of my window and watched him head-butt himself to death.

One cold Grey November’s day, when the wind blew the brightly colored leafs across the grounds of the asylum; sniper was let out of his padded cell for his exercise hour.
You see ever since that incident with the cow and the peanut butter (12 years ago) sniper has been locked up in a cell, feed only limeade and jellybeans with 1 hour exercise time a week.

He had long forgotten what the outside world was like. Armed only with memories of ‘the incident’ and his duck (Wilma) he wished he could break free and be normal again. (Though he didn’t quite know what normal meant.)
Sniper may have been mad (beyond any shadow of a doubt) but he was not stupid and soon thought off a plan to brake out. And that day was the day that he would strike!

He ran to the corner of the grounds and pulled some brown jellybeans from his straitjacket pocket. (The strait jacket being undone as he was supposed to be doing push-ups at the time)
He crushed them in his hands until they were sticky and then wiped them onto a near by fallen oak tree twig.

He then proceed to the gates to comfort the guards.
“I want to go out,” said sniper in a calm voice.
“I sorry,” said the first guard, “we can’t do that.”
“Really?” said sniper as he lifted up the stick.
“Oh I’m so scared!” said the guard in a very sarcastic voice.
“Do you know what this is?” asked sniper.
“A twig with some brown sticky stuff at the end, so?”
“Not just any brown stuff,” sniper said slowly, “peanut butter!”
“And so what?” asked the second guard.
“I’m sniper,” he said, “look at my files on why I’m here.” The second guard walked into his hut and searched in a cabinet for snipers folder. After he found and read it he came back out of the hut with a pail face.
“O-ok,” stuttered the white faced guard, “you can go.”
“Are you nuts?” shouted the first guard.
“Do you know what he can do with peanut butter?” said the pail faced guard in a shocked voice as he walked over to his work mate. He then whispered something into his ear. The other guard gulped and instantly turned white in fear.
“Y-yes-yes go ahead,” said the first guard, “go, please.”

As soon as he was outside and free, sniper felt a sudden rush of excitement. His mind boggled with questions what to do first? Where to go? Who to see? For once in his life he was on top of the world.
He turned around to have one final look at the building where he spent so many years when he noticed that the 2 guards had now become 20 and they all had they’re guns pointing at him.
Bang went the first the first shot, which then ricocheted off the pavement by his foot.
Bang went the second, which also missed.
With out thinking about it sniper ran backward strait into a main road.
Was it faite? Or simply good timing. Nobody knows to this day. But what they do know for sure is that he was hit by the biggest truck you’ve ever seen!

The end

Sniper was trying out the new Irish 'open on impact' parachute and died not from the fall, but from the sudden stop.

**Cue old style fast piano type music**
**Everything is a monotone light beige**

Sniper is tied up on the railway tracks. He is wearing a dress.

Black speech screeh (BSS) : "Help! Help!"

FM runs over
BSS : "Whats the matter then?2

Sniper struggles
BSS : "Cant you "%*$%Q$%^ see? Im tied to the tracks!"

FM sits cross legged and starts playing a GBA
BSS : "Well how have you managed a thing like that, then?"

Cut to old american steam train hurtling down the track. Cut to sniper, seeing the train in the distance and struggling more.
BSS : "Quickly, you *&£%^! Help Me!"

FM pauses his game
BSS : "I might hurt myself. What if I break a nail?"

train getting very close
BSS : "Dammit, FM!"

Splut.

FM pockets his GBA and shrugs his shoulders.
BSS : "Ne'er mind, he was pants at Tekken anyhow."

he saw the movie called what women want and thought it would cool to her wommen's thoughts so he pluged in a hair drier ans droped it in a bath which he was standing in.
FIZZZZZZZZ!!!
not quite what happened in the movies.
sniper fell to the floor, stone dead.

Sniper was lying down one day chewing a bone, and when he got up his leg fell off and he bled to death.