Red_Rain

Chess against a super computer. Lost

I am Mr Red Rain, Formally known by mental institution patients as, the shadow in the corner (Vanishes) But no my brother just go institutionalised. (I have many)

*facepalm* (Walks over to janitors closet with 303 one bullet, a CD, and one finale twinkie) (Realises suicide isn't the answer, fires gun into roof. eats twinkie.)

Wouldn't you like to fucking know? NAH it was Buried

(Just for a bad joke) Same way the user after me kills me.

I sit in the bar and sip my iced beverage, it is a short glass. and when it is done leave the bar, and walk down the cold alleyway. There you see me. and i you. you see me walk away from the place i was warm. where i knew i was safe. then you followed me to find what i was doing. As you followed me alone through the cold dark town. i walk into yet another building. swinging the gate open and carelessly leaving it open. I remove the keys from my long coat and unlock the small apartment i dwell in. the lock clicks. you fumble. i whip around and then you see. you See my face. and the hole where my heart would be. the hole in my head. the black eye i had sustained from some blow to the head. i see you. you scramble to your feet. holding a crucifix. i bow my head slightly and remove my fedora. and remove a picture. it is of me. Your standing there. in the photo. Next to me. smiling. I hold it up and you see. A tear runs down your cheek. I would move forward But i am held at bay by what you hold. i reach back and open my door. then step inside. Closing the door. You stand there. holding the crucifix in front of you. at my door. i sit on my bed. in my apartment. The place i died. My body lays next to me. a cigaret is all i want to have now. I think of asking you if you have but one. then i just sit back down. suddenly you and nine other priests burst through the door. i look at you. and smile. We are brothers. eight come forward and grab my arms. I do not fight. You prepare the holy water. the other priest places a hand on my head. i open the my mouth. The inside looks foul. i say but these words. "Forgive me father: For i have sinned." You hear me say these. and finally it all comes back to you. Time pauses. I sit up. Then stand. I walk to the door, and collect my hat. i look to you and tip my hat. The hole where my heart would be is now not but a hole, it not missing. there is no hole. my shirt is repaired. I smile and walk out the door. You go to follow but stop. We Are But mortal creatures. A photo is on my bed side table. You are in it. a woman stands next to you, she is in a bridle gown. she is kissing your cheek. her name comes to you. "Mary" you say, She is your wife. Long gone. A tear trickles down your cheek. Time restarts. You are now in my home. and i am in your memory. i was never. and you were always here. You feel your chest. It has a gaping hole in it. But no blood comes forth from it. you remember me. I walk in. dressed in a police uniform. you fall to the ground. several paramedics follow me in. you look the the bed. and see Mary. she holds a shotgun. Smoke from the barrel. I Handcuff her. And run over to you. Then i beg you not to die. the darkness seeps in. you smile to me. One Final goodbye. i hold you there. dead in my arms. I turn to Mary. and ask her why. but there is no answer. We Are. This was written when i was BORED just so you know. Also this is was what you get when you mix paranoia and a drug addict friend into a story THANK You for reading

*Throws holy water on him* The Power of christ Compels you. The Power Of Christ Compels You.

2040 the year half of us will be dead and another species of bronys will rule the MLP forum.

*clap* *clap* *clap* Nice, you did good. also did you make your avatar or the picture by yourself? (no i am not being an ass.)

Use the guardian angel perk from fallout 3 and use vats to snipe his ass. yeah if you may have guessed i play fallout 3 that or just kick him into a furnace. Minecraft (looks at you) It's fun.

Oh Uh, Ehh, Uhh, Eww, Uhh, How, Why would you lick me? It's so unsanitary.

"Hello Madame You seem lost, Please come in" (show's to spare room.) "please Make yourself at home, holler if you need anything!"

What the hell have we turned this into? i mean dude really? i just had to wade through a heap of random crap to find this page.

Get the hell outta this town before i put a cap in your ass. *Aim's 9mm*

Okay this is just cause i want to post another thing on this one instead of waiting a week then doing the kill thing on someone else but here we go. Make them watch every episode of the original MLP the one from the 80's. damn it's annoying

i wonder how many years it will be before the world ends and someone wins this damn thing

Total overkill. Kidnap him with my crew. then bring him out to a remote location. make him dig his own grave. 10 shots to the head. burnt. cut to pieces. then finally buried in a cement casket made from that crap cement you get from the hardware store. (he won't be coming back)

i wonder how many billions of these last poster wins things are on the net?