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Wait, I don't get it.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

^ this means I'm PUMPED

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Either someone crapped their pants or I am starting to rot.

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This has been a good and suspenseful story, but I predict a sudden gag ending happening soon. I base that idea on the name of the thread, but I do hope there is a real ending coming.

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SIBHoD.

Biscuithead:

I'm pretty sure that after a gunshot to the temple you'd die quickly, right? That's what The Abrupt End refers to.


Or is it?

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I would make a plot in cold blood. This is so perfect.

In before BTG comes back to life and kills me after I kill Ian.

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11:15PM, March 14th, 2004.......

......an unknown location.


Bshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht.


"Can you fix the signal?"

"Which way?"

Bshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht.

"Try pushing it to the left."

"Okay."

Clicka-clicka-click.

Bshhhhhhhh-And he's like, OH YEAH!

"There we go."

"Oh, I love this guy. What's his name?"

"Dane Cook?"

"That's him."

"How long do we have to wait?"













".......Not sure."

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I'm guessing this relates to the plot, and things are just etting more complicated.
Or is it just to tell us we don't know how long we'll have to wait?

If I knew who Dane Cook was it might help.

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SIBHoD.

Dane Cook is a comedian. Everyone seems to like him, but I just find him annoying.

Read about him.

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Spoiler: Internet hates Dane Cook.

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Hello........I'm waiting here for you.........





Everlong.



Ian had the gun. he had the gun in his slender hands. Waving it around like it was a leaf, like he didn't care if it went off, delivering his fateful blow. He was having fun.


Tonight......I've thrown myself into.......And out of the red, out of her head, she sang......


He stared across the room at Ace. Staring into blankness. Whatever he was planning, he was keeping it pretty much in check.

Come down....And waste away with me.....Down with me......


But then he looked up to see Ian staring back at him. Looking, nay, Gazing at each other across the room. It wasn't like the wrestling staredowns you see. No, it was more....normal.
They had been put, almost trapped in this room.

Slow how.....You wanted it to be.....


I'm over my head, out of her head, she sang.........


One person had spent their last hour of life in here. Ian may join him. The other would (hopefully) walk out scot free, with no consequences to sit in the back of his dark, degredated mind.

Ian spun the barrell.

Whirrrr........


And I wonder.........

Both men in the room had their eyes still completely fixated on the other. It almost got personal.

When I sing along with you........

Ian paused. Added effect? Intimidation?

If everything could ever feel this real forever.......


If anything could ever be this good again.......


He put the gun to his head.....

The only thing I'll ever ask of you...........


Gotta promise not to stop when I say when.......


He pulled the trigger.









Bang. His head rocketed sidewards. Blood.......and all. He hit the ground with a thud.

She sang......



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2 chapters left. Or 1 point 5, if you will.

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Aww... poor Ian.

Oh well. Can't wait for the next story.

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(THE ABOVE USER HAS BEEN BANNED)

Yes, because the Fortune City logo truly sang that song better than Freddy Mercury.


Okay, so who's left?

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Only Ace. We just have yet discover his what his cruel and devious trick was.

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SIBHoD.

Whatever it was, I bet it was something I would really do.

I like the Everlong in there.

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I've been working.


Final chapter soon.

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(Possibly) Final Chapter
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They're dead. They're both dead.


Both of them?


Yep. BTG and Ian. Crap. What are we supposed to do now? Um.....


Ok, ok. Stop. I need to find a way to get rid of those two.


.....How?


I don't have a clue. Got any Ideas?


Hmm.....no?


Come on, Ace. Think.

I am!

No you're not. You need to think harder.

It's kind of hard when it's like, 100 degrees in here, there's no windows and it smells like rotting flesh!

Whose flesh?

Does it matter?

Guess not. But it's your fault for not having windows.

Not the point, man, come on!

Ok, ok.......just call shshshshshshshs

the phone's connection got weird....

and you'll be fine. Get them to take care of it.

You sure just the shshshshsh will be enough?

Yeah.

Ok, then. I'll ring them and then I'm out of here. This place smells.

Ok. Later.













Ace looked around. The smell was immensely offputting. Not to mention the concrete floor almost had a nice shade of red.

He had now got the chance to find what he was looking for.

Ian's body lay on the floor. Ace moved his arm around a bit.

No rigor mortis.

He went into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He felt real bad for doing this. In fact, he always felt bad doing this.

Cards, coins, notes......there we go.......

A small piece of paper in the bottom of his notes holder. It read:


i got tHe money. it'll come soon. BTG



That's all Ace needed. His job was done.

Ace pulled out an object from his pocket.

He began to speak...........









"This is Ace. The job's done, we found what we were looking for. Requesting police units and an ambulance. I'm off home."

Ace opened the door. Raining. He took a deep breath, smiled and walked home.


Ian and BTG were suspected drug traffickers. They were expecting life in prison....

Ace was a double agent of sorts, working with the Forumopolis PD. However not much is known about the rest of the pawns in the game of chess that is unfolding. Little do we know, that this may not be the last we see of those three.




This isn't the last..........at all.

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That was absolutely fantastic. Bravo.

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I was just talking about rigor mortis!
That's CRAZY!

Oh yes.

Really well done story. I loved it.

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... wow!

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Did I mention the story's not over yet?

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Awesome. And yes, you kind of did mention it wasn't over TCOC. But it kind of came across more like a cliffhanger ending than that it just wasn't finished.

In any case, that was an awesome semi-finale.

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

Good success.

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.5 Chapter Time!
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Ace walked home. The streetlights dimly illuminating his path. The occasional car whooshing past.

A certain smugness hit his face. He felt happy for the first time in a long time. He had done his job. Well.

The smugness quickly left. He technically killed someone. No, two people. He switched between happiness, sadness and a certain sense of disbelief.


Whoops, nearly stepped in dog crap.....

He continued, past a few people. They looked shifty, but not "I'm gonna kill you" shifty.

As he walked home, through the quiet city street, he reflected on what could have been....what could have been his last moments. He sighed. That was hard to get through.

Suddenly, the muffled sound of the radio in his pocket broke into life......

"ACE!"

He took it out. "Yeah? What's wrong?"


"Um......er........"


"Just tell me!"


".........there's only one of them here!"

Ace froze.


BANG! Right in the arm.

Ace screamed.

AAAAAAAAAH! He looked around in pain....and saw.......




him.













"........no way."

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OH JESUS

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Awesome.

When you finish, submit this to a newspaper that will publish it.

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If this is just a ploy on the fact that BTG is supposed to be the undead, I'm gonna cry kill somebody.

I don't think a newspaper would publish it. To be published it has to be a Dick Tracy thing they can turn into a comic/some fantasy rip off of everything (I'm looking at you Eragon)

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