I'm going to kill myself

I say D. buy a webcam, put it outside and tape yourself drinking bleach and jumping off your roof, and landing on knives set up on the ground, so we can all laugh at how pathetic you are, that sounds good to me

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Response to I'm going to kill myself 2005-12-28 03:49:16 Reply

At 12/25/05 04:29 PM, The_Happy_Cheese_Guy wrote: how about, try talking to someone and don't make fucking sick threads like this?

I agree,tried it and i don't think you should go about things like this

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Response to I'm going to kill myself 2005-12-28 04:02:57 Reply

C, train killings are always interesting.

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Response to I'm going to kill myself 2005-12-28 11:07:01 Reply

Fifen!
(Please bear in mind I am not a gun expert)

aaa - Nice people, pleasant gardens... not all too popular
bbb - Aww, I like cities
ccccccccccccccc - You people and your bloodbaths!
ddd - Stop voting for this! It's becoming unoriginal

Nothing beats an enclosed space with a lot of innocent people

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PART FIVE
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I'm standing behind the main station buliding. Stairs inside lead down to one of two platforms, each with two trains. The builsing itself is little over a few metres in depth and width. The relevance of this to me comes form the fact that it means that it is quite easy to climb over one of the fences to the side of the station, work a way around the back and jump onto the roof of a departing train. Even with a large bag of assorted weapons.

A further search of the large home had led me to the cellars, where I found, in no particular order, three pistols (one with a silencer), two shotguns, a few Macs, one MP5 (also silenced), a range of different types of grenades and a large range of rifles. And a fibre wire, between two handles. I was beginning to think the residents of this house weren't all they seemed. I had to leave eventually with all I could carry, as the puddle of blood from Albert (as I had decided to call him) was growing disconcertingly large and had expanded to the lower floors.

Which has left me where I am now - standing on a wide ledge stroke path above a train on the verge of leaving its station. It shouldn't be too hard to jump - there are no wires or anything - just supposing I can throw the bag down first...

The train begins to leave. I use the reflection in the window of one of the nearby houses as a guide for how far out of the station it is, and wait for the last carriages. I throw my bag down first, landing it in an indentation for the hatch. Then I blink, and step forward.

Landing on a moving surface should by no means be easy, and this demonstrated that well. The landing knocked me off balance, throwing me onto my back and folling me along the roof - or whatever you call the top part of a train - and leaving me flailing for something to grab hold of. I find a cylindrical handle at the side of the train, leaving my legs kicking in mid air. As the train speeds up I let the resistance from the air force my legs straight, work myself onto my stomach then start pulling myself along. By the time I reach the hatch it must me travelling well over 60mph, and reaching for it without losing my grip on the bar running along the side of the train is quite a task. I grab one of the straps for my bag. It shifts, but holds. I shift my weight to this strap, then swing myself around and pull myself up to the hatch. I shift a few switches on the hatch and it falls through, taking my bag and the upper half of my body with it. I reach for the light, grab around it and swing myself through, dropping to the floor and landing on both feet.

Well, this should be fun. I am in an empty compartment which would normally be filled with bags - currently there are only a few gathering dust in the corner. I look through my own bag and pull out the two Macs and a few clips, before hefting the bag over my shoulder. I try to kick through the door, giving up on the third attempt with a slightly sore ankle and simply pressin the 'open' button. The connecting area is vacant, but a clear door leads to a half-full carriage and some of the people who have already noticed this figure holding two guns with large gash in one cheek and a blood stain of the shirt are starting to panic. I move through the door and benig to fire.

The recoil is slightly greater that I've been led to believe thus far. I empty the first hand in a spray, moving horizontally across the carriage and taking out a large number of people. I lift the one in my right hand to hit anything still moving after that. Then I reload both and fire up through both sides of the carriage. A few people are dtill heading for the doow, so I drop the Macs, pull a pistol out from my belt and take them out one at a time. By the end I am the only thing left breathing in the area.

Well that was fun! And they brought it on themselves by refusing to like me, or just ignoring. They deserve everything they got. I seem to have done quite a good job - a red mist hangs in the air. Almost all of the windows are smashed and by the look of it I got someone in the next compartment too. Blood is expanding across the floor - by now it is just short of a centimeter around my trainers. Time to move to the next one!

I fish a few grenades out from my bag, and lob a few through the broken glass doors to the next appartment, moving to the side of the door to avoid any shards. The first brings with it a loud bang and a bright light, accompamnied by a slight rise in the volme of screams and a fading ringing noise. The next three simply explode, bringing a rise in the pitch but drop on the number of screams, and a number of shards flring through the doorway. The train lurches uncomfortably to the side, throwing me into the opposite sife of the door.

Well, there's your answer to the age old question: "What happens when you drop a grenade on a train?". The train had already slowed to the speed of a steady jog when they exploded, now it hadn't so much derailed as fallen drunkenly to the side. I pick out the MP5 and take out as many of the figures fleeing across the fields to the left side of the train as I can, then pick off another two with the hunting rifle, taking satisfaction in the clean shots through their heads. Then I stuff my remaining weapons into the bag, force the hunting rifle through the straps and start across the field, ignoring the shouts around me and heading to the woods scross the field where I can rest for a short while.

Well there's always to decide what to do now. What is there?

It's time to choose

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a) Head for town and take out some more innocent people
b) Set up an ambush for the police in a barn or something
c) Just end it all now and kill myself