(Guy)
(Name) is standing on the roof of an apartment that seems like it didn't had an end. Suddenly, there appeared a big slogan with confetti. 'D̶e̶a̶t̶h̶ Gun Party'.
All kind of guns are aimed at him. He nervously searched for an exit. There was 1 exit, the door leading downwards. Or he could jump from the apartment. He ran towards the door and opened it. When he looked down, he saw something horrible.
His family, friends and everyone who he cared about were there. Impaled and giant ugly plants eating them slowly. There weren't any stairs. Just a hole, which is deep enough to kill a human being if they jumped off.
With despair in his mind, he turned his back. The guns were coming closer to him. He ran away quickly. Right after that, one of the guns shot something. It wasn't an ordinary bullet. It was a bullet with weird black sticky fluid in it.
He ran towards the black stain on the wall and swiped his finger over it. It felt disgusting. It felt like he was touching strong glue with mud, mushed insects and black ink mixed in it. Regardless, he licked the fluid.
Suddenly, his body was twitching furiously. His eyes went all up while dark scenes flashed through his mind. Scenes where he would see all the people he cared about. They all perished in the most brutal and gore way you can think of.
For example: getting chained up very tight while tentacles are going in your mouth through your body and then the tentacles stabbed their way out of your stomach and limbs (yes this is a very poor example).
He froze. He wanted to run away. “RUN” “GO AWAY, QUICK” “MOVE THOSE DAMN LEGS”
“DUMBASS, MOVE!! ANY WAY!! JUST MOVE!!”
That sentence did it. He ran like a headless chicken. He ran towards a giant rocket launcher.
“That's it. You didn't reach the edge of stupidity. You've gone beyond it. Far beyond it. You're gonna die. Bye.”
He just stood there. No movements. He wanted to run away, but another part of him forced him to stay.
The rocked launcher loaded itself. He stood there, frozen on the ground, with despair and fear in his face.
It shot a giant rocket thing at him. It didn't release the sticky black fluid. It shot black sour acid.
Screams of pain, agony and despair left the apartment, but no help came. He fell on the ground, his skin slowly and painfully burning (or another word for vanishing because of acid) away. He slowly stretched one of his arms, trying to get away.
He was too weak. He had to accept his fate and perish slowly and painfully, no matter how much it hurts. He closed his eyes
The rocket launcher reloaded again. It shot another rocked thing on him. This one contained small spikes and blades. He let out a silent scream.
Eventually, after alot of suffering and agony, he died.
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A random execution (and death) book which no one should read
Rastgele-I'm trying to be original but some of them are just weird -Do not claim the executions as yours, because I don't want the community to think I'm the one who claim stuff that isn't mine as mine. Also, credit me in some way -If the story looks like a...
