The Queen of Hearts loses her temper at me and orders "Off with Her Head!!"
The next poster bumps into a yak.
Edited by Miss_Desperado on Feb 28th 2020 at 1:25:02 AM
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
I am absorbed and smothered within the yak.
The next poster runs into an SCP that looks similar to my current avatar.
The Draftsman of Doom
I give it to a homeless person, since Jewish people are not allowed to combine fish and poultry according to Halacha, only to die at the hands of a different SCP taking the form of an exploding Purim noisemaker.
The next poster is a can of worms.
Feels good, don't it?
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
...on a fishing boat. And yeah it hurts when worms are impaled by hooks to await being devoured by ravenous undersea monsters. No air either.
The next poster is a deep sea diver.
eh
my tank blows up. YASD happens.
TNP is a dragon guarding a hoard.
The Draftsman of Doom
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
I have an unfortunate accident the next day. For the greater good, of course.
TNP is having a French lesson.
I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.
I'm back, I guess.
FUDGE WRONG THREAD DARN IT
Edited by AutisticAlivia on Mar 6th 2020 at 5:59:27 AM
I can't think of a good signature.
Not Sherlock Holmes
WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG, WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!
Alivia played the game wrong, so:
TNP is having a French lesson.
“Now! Let us engage in the art of deduction!”
Problem is, it was never specified what kind of French lesson, so I got taught to be a French Jerk and get myself killed.
TNP is being stalked by a group of ![[nja]](https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/user_ninja_2074.png "[nja]"){kind=small}
I successfully fight them all off, only to keel over and die from exhaustion.
The next poster is babysitting a dragon egg.
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
The parents come back and one even gives me a ride home. They even have some legendary armor in their Dragon Hoard. Unfortunately, it doesn't include a saddle or a seatbelt, so when the dragon I'm riding home dives to actually get me home I fall right off its back.
The Next Poster has just installed Dr Evil's shark tank including Frickin' Laser Beams on their heads.
The Fourth-Placers' Revenge
One of the lasers goes off while I'm arming it and zaps me, causing me to fall into the pool. The sharks aren't actually hungry enough to eat me, but there's no way to climb out, so eventually I tire and drown.
The next poster is writing a blog post.
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.![[up]](https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/smiles/arrow_up.png "[up]"){kind=icon}
The tank walls aren't proofed against the lasers. As soon as the sharks figure that out, they aim the lasers at the tank walls and bust them, flooding the place. The sharks chew on me, but humans are a bit too bony for their tastes, so I'm spat back out and bleed to death.
An Internet Cold Reader accuses me of being bisexual, then somebody else doxxes my address, then the Heteronormative Crusaders show up armed with Torches and Pitchforks... This Is Gonna Suck...
The next poster is gardening.
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
eh
.. to defend myself against hordes of ravenous, brain eating zombies. unfortunately, Sequel Difficulty Spike kicks in hard, and i mean, HARD, with me not having enough money to pay for the busted powerups. i get eaten by the zombies.
TNP just found a laser gun.
Edited by Awe921 on Mar 6th 2020 at 4:51:56 PM
It doesn't work immediately, so I look into the barrel to see what's wrong, before accidentally pressing the trigger again. Boom, Headshot!
TNP is At the Opera Tonight.
Edited by DrNoPuma on Mar 6th 2020 at 12:26:55 PM
"Humans and robots living together in harmony and equality. That was my ultimate wish."
The Fourth-Placers' Revenge
My monocle shatters when the sopranos hit a high note, and a piece of glass from it goes straight through my eye socket into my brain.
The next poster is rehearsing for a play.
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.An envious diva assassinates me to claim my part.
The next poster is hiding behind a window, watching the Arizona Ranger with the Big Iron
on his hip.
Edited by Miss_Desperado on Mar 7th 2020 at 1:00:26 AM
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
The Draftsman of Doom
I resist arrest for being there illegally, and get shot when I try to escape.
La siguiente persona en escribir una publicación muere horriblemente en español. Translation
Edited by SkyCat32 on Mar 10th 2020 at 9:04:52 AM
Feels good, don't it?
eh
duolingo breaks into my house and orders me to beg in spanish, but i only am able to speak portuguese so he shoots me dead.
tnp is a gun.
Magneto scoffs "You homo sapiens and your guns!" as he tears me apart.
The next poster burped.
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
My companion slaps me for the rudeness and the force of the slap lodges a salad leaf in my throat, and I choke on it.
TNP is on a date.
Edited by CenturyEye on Mar 11th 2020 at 1:31:56 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
The Draftsman of Doom
My date and I are mistaken for criminals and shot by the police when I try to break into my apartment when I realize I left my keys inside.
The next poster plants a gun on an innocent couple to make it look like they were the assailants.
Feels good, don't it?
The Fourth-Placers' Revenge
I forget to turn the safety on, and one of them accidentally jostles the trigger and shoots me as they walk away.
The next poster is buying a new pair of boots.
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.
Said barber is Sweeney Todd. You can guess how it ends for me.
The next poster is playing croquet.
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.