Kill The Above Poster's Character!

Put in a name of any character you're about to force to bite the dust, and the poster below you will give you a death!
Be sure to include the gory details... wether it be by knife, sword, or fist, and then put in your character's name!
For example: ***** **** is burned alive.
Then put your character's name.
Let's start with my senator... Mr. Guy Springfield!

Mr Guy Springfield ingested a large amount of neurotoxin that had been hidden in his toothpaste. due to his habit of never rinsing, the toxin stayed on his gums for long enough to be absorbed, killing him.


Mine: a small kitten called Patches.

Patches is brutally murdered by a neighbor who has nothing better to do and believes senseless deaths help fill the soul.

My guy is a sixteen year old teenager who was sold into slavery by his father who wanted beer money. His name is Derik. (He is not the MC but becomes a good friend.)

Derik bled to death from the head by his owner whipping him severely after Derik tried to escape but was caught.

My guy is Mayor Matthew Heming, who is a fat alcoholic in his late 40s.

Mayor Heming was killed at the ribbon-cutting ceremony for a new golf course, when an empty golf cart rolled out of control and plowed him down. The real scissors embedded in the big cardboard show scissors came loose and punctured his jugular vein.

Now let's knock off Igor Krumski, the creepy assistant to a renowned photographer.

igor krumski is allergic to shellfish. everyone thought it was kind of gross but not suspicious when a random girl came into the photography shop and kissed him. the shellfish on her tongue went unnoticed but igor's death certainly didn't.

Amaanat Sengupta is the cousin of the heroine's friend. the main character has discovered that this cousin, known as Nate, has been trying to make her friend thinks he's been hunted by a demon. when they arrive to demand answers he's already dead.

Strangled, but there are no marks on his neck. Somebody Vader-ed him.

Someone kill my New Age shop owner, Mona Winro.

RIP Mona Winro. Alas she failed to notice the subtle taste of the Monkshood which had been added to the leftovers of her curry from the night before.

Her death was not a fast one - just over three hours after eating her final mean Mona had experienced a tingling building to a burning sensation in her mouth and throat, sudden terrible fits of vomiting, dizziness, numbness in her limbs and a weakness that had stopped her reaching the phone in time. In the end her heart beat became irregular, weakened and finally stopped.

If she hadn't mistaken the early symptoms for those of a overly spiced vindaloo and the gastric flu she might still be with us today.

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Now to the death of one Thomas Barnette. An bookish gentleman who up until his tragic death in 1890 had lived a rather unoffensive and uneventful life teaching in an English grammar school.

The death of Thomas Barnette was on this wise. Mr. Barnette had allergies, everyone knew it. Twice a year he sputtered, coughed and hacked his way through lesson after lesson. Late one autumn evening, while cleaning up his classroom, Mr. Barnette decide it was time to dust the windows. As he climbed the ladder to the dusty overhangs, a tickle began in the back of his throat. Mr. Barnette covered his mouth with his handkerchief, the last thing he needed was to aggravate his allergies with dust, and with his right hand he steadied himself against the ladder. Mr. Barnette wasn't a big fan of heights to begin with but he already here and work had to be done. As he wiped the overhang the urge to sneeze attacked him, he fought it. With a second wipe and a second attack he knew that this wasn't a job for him. He decided that tomorrow Billy Jennings would do it during detention and started back down the ladder. As he placed his left foot on the third step from the floor, a third sneeze attacked, knocking Thomas Barnette head first into the third desk from the front.

Billy Jennings was the first person to find Mr. Barnette, the hair of his head embedded into the corner of Billy's desk reminded him of the flies his dad fished with. Mr. Barnette's blood had stained his desk a curious shade, Billy felt guilty when he thought the color was just right. As he searched the room he found the ladder, he noticed the step he had been loosening the previous day, the incident that got him detention - the third step from the floor.

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Rick Daley a deadbeat dad and all around jerk, but he is trying to change his ways.

Rick Daley meets his demise as he is gruesomely strangeled to death with the hose of a leafblower in a fit of rage.

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Sanna Hakala is the voluptous new secretary in a high-profile company.

Miss Hakala is an object of desire for every single man (and some of the married ones) with whom she works. One of those men becomes obsessed with her, stalks her, and kills her when he believes she is spurning his advances by not even realizing he exists. He chokes her into unconsciousness with his freakishly large hands, violates her repeatedly, and when she awakens, he bashes her head in with his engraved bowling ball.

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And now for something completely different: Lt. Col. Sergei Iosifovich Kruglov, formerly Red Army, now the ranking KGB spook in Brandenburg, in East Berlin. Responsible for turning the mole in MI6's local office.

Lt. Col. Sergei Iosifovich Kruglov, formerly Red Army, was found stabbed and beaten in an alley behind the bordello he had taken to frequenting after the death of his wife. It is said that he repeatedly asked one of the ladies of the night to marry him, but she always refused. He was brutal in bed, often leaving her with bruises that took weeks to fade. Police suspect another of her clients might have waylaid Kruglov and given him back some of what he dished out to the lady before stabbing him in the stomach. Kruglov was best known for turning the mole in M16's local office.

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Penny Wiseheart, a farm wife in Eastern Colorado, whose husband drives their produce to local farmers' market. She stays home to handle the day-to-day management of their dairy farm.

Penny Wiseheart was found in her shower late one Sunday afternoon, stabbed no less than nine times in the midriff and sides with a slender boning knife, that was found discarded on the bathroom floor. The water was still running when her body was found, and the many wounds meant that she was completely bleed out by the time the police came.

The peculiar thing about Mrs. Wiseheart's murder is the lack of any defensive wounds on the woman's hands and arms, indicating perhaps that the first wound came as a surprise and was fatal, and that any subsequent entry wounds simply was a vent for frustration or maybe to cover up the act of a professional.


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Detective Philip Green of the Toronto Police Service had been busy lately, digging deep into a series of murders that had been rocking the very foundations of the city for weeks. Little did he know his own number was up.

The esteemed Detective has been trying to find the murderer of a prostitute, knowing that nobody else cares for her sorry lot. He has lost his respect for the system, and is ready to lash out. He is pushing his way through the grimy streets of Toronto, his jacket wrapped tight around himself, when a murderous thought flashes across his mind, 'She was killed by-'

Of course, little did Detective Green know that the murderer was there, watching him with grissled eyes. The woman was holding a ball point pen, trying to write a note to herself, when she saw Phillip. She knew that he knew it was her, she could smell it in the air. The woman wasn't the strongest of her sex, but she knew how to kill, of course she knew how to kill.

They found his body with seven holes in his body; one in the back of his neck, one to each eye, a hole that had punctured his heart, another in the side of his left cheek, and the final two in the poor detectives family jewels. Not only was there brain matter and blood everywhere, but now his reputation was completely tarnished. He was taking the fall for the murders of the Toronto Prostitutes. And Mary Steinman, the murderer, was off without a hitch in her stride.

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Shelby Brock, a senior in highschool. She's never had a boyfriend, and now she has met the boy of her dreams.

Ms. Shelby Brock, age 17, a senior at Laurelbrook High School, was found dead this morning face down in the bed of a stream several miles downstream of the school. Her disappearance came under investigation yesterday, when she failed to show up on stage for the premier of the school's version of West Side Story. According to the detectives on scene, the cause of death was likely drowning. There are bruise marks on her wrists and she has several broken ribs, which hint at a struggle of some sort. While the police have several suspects, a spokesperson has declined to name names.
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Marita Nystrom, an 8 year old Scandanavian girl who disappeared in 1979.

Marita was found in the foundation of a building from the same year she went missing. Examination of the body states that she was brutally attacked, though whether simply physically or sexually as well is unable to be told. Her head being bashed in though, with the skull crushed is the cause of death though.

Chiyuki Higarashi, 23, chemist at Xavier Laboratories, a biochemistry company, jittery and possibly already involved in another death

Higarashi-san's coffee was spiked with an odorless agent that hyper-stimulated his reflexes and reduced his nightvision, leading to a brutal but anonymous death as his four-door Sedan mounted a highway barrier during rush hour traffic.

Fyodor Khamkovin, KGB illegal sent to the Pacific Northwest to deliver a Soviet ICBM targeting module to the American defense establishment and in doing so attempt to avert World War Four.

Fyodor Khamkovin, KGB illegal was found this morning, garotted by using a piano wire in a cheap motel room. The killing was done in a professional, clinical manner. No finger prints nor any other leads were retrieved at the crime scene so far.

Next: Henk de Bruin, customs officer. Didn't show up for work in Rotterdam, Netherlands , 1963. Odd, he seemed a very reliable colleague.

Unfortunately for Henk de Bruin, bad luck followed him everywhere. The cleaners often returned his clothing more stained than they went in, the food delivery people always brought shellfish (to which he is dreadfully allergic), and once the car he was driving in lost its brakes and plunged off the side of a bridge.

Mr. de Bruin's luck has finally caught up with him, and an icicle falling off a building causes severe blunt force trauma, killing him instantly. Even more unfortunately for Mr. de Bruin, his friends, family, and colleagues are unaware of the accident, and believe him to have been murdered.

Next we have Andrea Lancaster, a newly-promoted business executive who is saddled with the care of a grandparent that is dying (slowly) of cancer.