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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
**Smash** Sniper leaps out of his chair, almost tipping it over. His eyes dart around the room, first to the broken window behind him, then to the floor. A brick lies in the middle of shard of glass across the damp wooden floorboards. Shaken, but puzzled, he makes his way to the window, to see nothing but darkness.
"Guys! Help me!" he types in a new thread on the forum. People start replying. Game is taking the mick, Myst1que is explosions, YH is trying to be constructive, but cannot take it seriously. **Crash** Another brick, busted at the corner, comes through the same window, hitting surrounding blades of glass hanging from the allready wrecked pane. There is a note attatched with an elastic band. Sniper tentatively takes the note and reads "Its time."
Banging on the keyboard in a panic, Sniper makes many typos trying to get the attention of the other foggers. No one believes him. He sits at the screen, shaking and sweating, typing as fast as he can.
There is a knock at the door. Sniper stays silent. He breathes shallow to hide the noise. The banging raps his door again. Sniper looks around the room, looking for some form of self defence. Pen... mouselead... "Ah!" he thinks, picking up an X-Box. "This'll hurt..." and primes himself at a vantage point facing the door.
With one swift impact the door is off it hinges. Sniper Heaves the X-Box at the door, straining under the weight. It hits nothing and crashes down the stairs. Sniper grabs the pen and gets behind the desk, peering over to see a figure walk in. The figure is covered in leather, with a zip across his mouth. "It's time." The man says, and raises his arm which now, as unnoticed by sniper, has a gun. Without a second go by, the man fires directly at sniper. The shot blows a huge chuck off the corner of the desk sniper is behind. Sniper runs across the room in an attempt to leap out the broken window, knowing its a 2 storey drop. The masked mis ready, and releases a second single shot. A direct hit on Snipers pelvis. Sniper screams in agony as he falls to the floor, sliding across the glass shards into the wall below the window.
Unable to move, Sniper is screaming for his life asthe man approaches. "Why me? What have I done?" he cries. "It's time." is the reply, as he reaches into a pocket, and pulls out a mask, similar to his own. He stretches the mask over Snipers head, and as he closes the zip across snipers mouth, he says "Youre one of us now". He turns, and fires one last shot at the computer screen, and the room falls black.
As the sun rises, pours into the room. A Fedex guy is calling up the stairs "Package for you, Mr Sniper...". With no answer he ventures up the stairs to see the door smashed off, and a man wearing a mask hanging from the ceiling. All his skin has been stripped from him, leaving a body-shaped mass of bone and muscle hanging a foot from the floor, and his hand, a PS2 controller.
Slave. (Don't mess.)
Sniper set up a big boulder on the top of a mountain, to crush cooldogs in a cartoon stylie.
Cooldogs was walking along, and Sniper dutifully jumped on the stick to send the boulder bounding away down the hill. His aim was true and cooldogs was squidged into lots of red lumps.
Sniper ran down the mountain to check cooldogs was dead, when he found out he was, he jumped for joy.
Unfortunately, Sniper was a fat git, and his jumping started an avalanche.
20 tonnes of rock landed on his head.