Well, there’s the distinct possibility that no one did.
Like, the last one to have slaughtered the second to last while being mortally wounded him- or herself.
This is the horse and the hound and the horn
That belonged to the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That the stupid goth kids killed each other
That lay in the house that Scapula built!
Well I’ll throw out that the big guy with the wrench stood a good chance, the guy with the rock was looking solid, the hefty fellow with the sword looked like he was going strong, and the chick with the chainsaw didn’t seem like she had too much to fear. On top of that the spaz with the spear and the Sadako-looking weirdo with the sicle looked crazy enough to have made it.
I really should have given these people nametags, except “That guy with…” or “That girl with…” make an interesting prefix. Hell, I use it all the time, which makes for an interesting work environment!
Oh yes, if I were to give a good bit of final advice in a scenario like this, it would be to get out of sight and play dead. If you’re down and not moving most people in combat mode will ignore you in favor of other targets.
Well, there’s the distinct possibility that no one did.
Like, the last one to have slaughtered the second to last while being mortally wounded him- or herself.
This is the horse and the hound and the horn
That belonged to the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That the stupid goth kids killed each other
That lay in the house that Scapula built!
Speaking of Poetry Slam.
I’ve got a hunch that it might be the totally useless silly little emo boy they were trying to beat to a pulp and no one else, but don’t ask me why…
Wait! I’ve got it: Scapula survives. ;D
You never know; I might throw a curveball and kill off Scapula. Then his corpse can be hilariously carted around and used as a puppet by Hypnausea!
It might be the guy with the rock trying to break open the lobster. I guy can work up an appetite working that hard.
Now they need to find the guy armed with melted butter (of course, he was probably already robbed by the guy armed with popcorn).
Well I’ll throw out that the big guy with the wrench stood a good chance, the guy with the rock was looking solid, the hefty fellow with the sword looked like he was going strong, and the chick with the chainsaw didn’t seem like she had too much to fear. On top of that the spaz with the spear and the Sadako-looking weirdo with the sicle looked crazy enough to have made it.
I really should have given these people nametags, except “That guy with…” or “That girl with…” make an interesting prefix. Hell, I use it all the time, which makes for an interesting work environment!
Oh yes, if I were to give a good bit of final advice in a scenario like this, it would be to get out of sight and play dead. If you’re down and not moving most people in combat mode will ignore you in favor of other targets.
Unless if they’re necrophiliacs (and in a creepy crowd like this one, there might be a few).
You know … that guy … in the place, with the thing!
Oh, THAT guy. Yeah, he’s cool.
They all did…they are pansy punks
Felton?