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Triggahlead In reply to Crwer [2018-03-18 11:57:23 +0000 UTC]

The police found a man in a puddle of blood. Death is confirmed to be due to the laceration at his neck ,despite the numerous amount of stab wound found on the victim. Personal belongings was not stolen except for his pen. CCTV cameras were broken on the scene and it leave the police to a dead end. The murder weapon is not recovered from the scene.

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Crwer In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-19 01:00:40 +0000 UTC]

Victim: chough OI IM NOT DEAD thats why she kept stabbing me i cant die oh sorry let me grab my head.

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Triggahlead In reply to Crwer [2018-03-21 04:50:58 +0000 UTC]

Report: A cadaver of ,about 24-yrs. old of age, Male, is found in an empty lot  today. The victim, unidentified, is found to be stabbed multiple time in the abdominal area with some of his viscera gaping out of his wounds. His head was cut-off from the base of his neck. His is head is missing from his body. The body has been dead for 8 hrs. A man called the police due to the bad odor coming from the lot. Witnesses say they happen to hear laughter and slashing , but didn't call the police as they do not want to get involved or be hurt. No CCTV within the are caught a glimpse of the killer. The body is open to be examined by anyone to confirm to be their relative. 

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Crwer In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-22 01:11:38 +0000 UTC]

IS NO ONE TALKING about the talking severed head oi thats my body your trying to dissect greaaat now there gonna see all 14 hearts, 3 brain stems, binary vascular system, unstable molecular form and ship my body off to the military research center. OI TALKNING HEAD COMMING THRU!!!

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Triggahlead In reply to Crwer [2018-03-23 14:29:00 +0000 UTC]

Report:
A weird spin of events lead to the identity of the body  found last Tuesday on an alleyway. A CCTV camera caught glimpse to what seems to be a rolling head on the pavement. Police can't say what is going on but they are questioning the owner of the CCTV and possibly the rolling head. All people can say now is that truth is stranger than fiction.

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Crwer In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-23 23:59:05 +0000 UTC]

"Head hop in front of news camera" GIVE ME MY BODY BACK

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Triggahlead In reply to Crwer [2018-03-24 10:21:03 +0000 UTC]

Report:
The police found the head of the head less victim. The police invite the head for an interview regarding the weird unfortunate events that happened to himself. The victim , police will not reveal his name for safety reasons, says that a girl age 18-17, wearing a uniform stabs him in the pancreas and proceeds to stab him and other regions of his body in a sadistic manner. He says the final blow to him would be his decapitation however to some explainable circumstances he came back to life as a head. He gave details of his assailant as a girl, ages 18-17 ,black hair, nice built, reasonable sized bosom, wears a uniform that belongs to a foreign academy and carries some intricate collection of knives. The victim says she got a collection and the one she used on him is a kukri, from a 17th century collection. The victim hopes to find this killer so not another freak killing that happened to him
would happen to anyone.

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Triggahlead In reply to Triggahlead [2018-04-22 23:50:20 +0000 UTC]

The meetings of the old man and Jones are rather brief and direct, with the latter always giving Jones a bunch of stuff without Jones giving something back in return. In those instances the old man would give Jones a back-up supply of whisky, or a nice well fermented mead to Jones, without him knowing that he may needed in the cold nights. Jones in the other hand appreciate the help but usually doesn’t give something back to the old man. Some instances he might that is when the old man needed help. Despite Jones being a scrooge, he nonetheless give something to Jones he is the only friend he have in that area. This time around, the old man needed some help from Jones, especially now he needed some stuff.

“Hey Jones, what’s up” The old man replied with a chagrin . “ No problem, how about you?” Jones replied nearing to the old man and grabbing a seat for him. The old man said no for the offer and Jones instead take the seat for him to seat on.” So what’s up, you needed something?” Jones asked. The old man is a bit hesitant to answer for what he is asking is a bit awkward.” Jones I hope I am not bothering that much but …. Uhhh… can you buy me a camera at the mall”. The old man felt sheepish for his inquiry. Jones chuckled and the old gave a little grin.” Sure but why me?” Jones asked. “Well you know I smell bad and you’re the only one the smells good around here” the old man replied. Jones is the only one smart enough to add a water system near his flat. The other don’t add because the water is too cold but Jones have that and is able to have the “luxury” to took a decent bath while his neighbours can’t. “I can lend you my shower” Jones offer his shower to the old man.”No Jones , just buy me the camera and probably some other stuff as well ”. The old man then hand Jones a slip of paper from where the specific model of camera is and a sufficient amount of cash for him to buy one camera and extra groceries. ‘Oh OK, so when do I gonna buy” Jones asked. “Tomorrow, around 9 am in the morning, there not much people around the mall at that time “ the old man replied with sharpness on his words. And the two agreed on their deal with a closing reply from Jones being “ Right at ya ,old man”.

The old man do not usually ask Jones to buy stuff for him. He does this only because the corpse on his home cannot be left unattended. Much to his dismay if the corpse has found a way out and create a chaos around his community, he’ll be damned for sure. Neither Jones should of this thing. And he do know ,that would be the last the old man would worry about. So far the corpse is walking around his flat wondering on the built of the tiny bungalow house he is living in. The corpse then waved his hands and gesture “ So this where, you live. I just wonder, you’re a war veteran but how come you don’t live on a nice house?” The old man sighed and replied “ Well kid I fought on a bad war, the government do gave us welfare and it kept us alive. But the welfare is not enough to feed our families.  Nor to keep us a home. In the end, we would dwell the streets and find a home where our feet take us”. The old then reached for his bottle of whisky. He take a nice big gulp for a nice chat with a new found friend. The corpse gestured “ that is quite sad. Everyone knew dangerous your job were and the payment are just minimal. That is pretty unfair don’t you think?” The old chuckled and replied” Well ,kid, some things are better be erased and forgotten in history. And better yet be never be refreshed or be rejoiced at. Vietnam war is never a pretty sight to remember. So the tragic heroes of the war came home only to be mocked at with minor help from the government” . The old man took a gulp. “ The cronies and agents in the government tried to erase but the controversy it has sparked is too much to be covered. What is more is during the battle of Bay of Pigs on Cuba. The should not intervene but spec ops and CIA agents are being sent to assassinate  one guy. The good thing though it failed , giving them a good smack in their asses”. The old man chuckled with the corpse nodding in reply. The corpse then gestured “ So what about your family?” This question send a chill to the spine of the old man. The old have a nice swig before replying” I’m sorry kid I have no family. Before you can reply, let me finish”. The corpse sit on a nearby trunk, eager to listen to what the old man has to say. “ I have a family. I have a boy named Charlie and a wife named Elizabeth. We are happy together no matter how bad or good. I can still remember Elizabeth sell some baked bread and cookies just for us to eat. But she not doing it just for us to eat. Elizabeth was stopping me from going to war. At the time in 60’s ,Vietnam was part of U.S. Sovereignty and they wanted to protect it. Russia and China on the other hand wanted to take to gain access to their river and be able to supply good. With Russia’s good intent, the U.S. took this as a threat. Oh well you know U.S. don’t like communism”. The old man took a sip.” The government then ordered the armed forces to protect  Nam. My wife doesn’t want me to go but I have to serve my country. After all I am not retired. I wept and wept for me not to go , so am I. But I have to serve. And at the day that the truck arrived at our front door, my son go towards me and hugged me tight and said “Dad please stay, just let other took your place”. I just replied “ I am sorry son , I need to do this for our country, DO not worry I will come back”. I saw my wife crying in the kitchen. What I can do then is only to follow orders. And the I was deployed in the ’68 in Khe Sahn. And Hell was all I see. We thought we were winning but the Vietcong was cunning. They took that expedition to surprise us. We wre gunned and each one of my squad mates died”. The old took another sip. ‘I was still out in the ground shaking  and holding my gun. I was bothered that I would be able to go home, that I failed my son and wife. I am about to pour down my tears, but an inch of courage struck me. I grasp my M16 , set in semi, and shoot them each one by one on the head. They cannot pass for two hours, until one bullet struck me on the right arm. At that point I am not able to hold my gun. The only I can take as a solution if be on the ground and hope they don’t find me and if they do lay down lead. Pray and spray, for this is it. I grasp the grip of my gun hard , with my right arm limping I used my left. Then I stood from my prone position and starting to hip fire my assault rifle. I light em up. I pray for this reckless abandon to work. Then all of a sudden , a volley of fire came behind me. This volley of fire has wiped out the entire fire team that killed my squad. “ The old man took a swig.” That fire time is where is Jones is, spec ops. If it wasn’t for him I’ll be filled with bullet holes. And I came home safe with a broken right arm. However, sadly my family is not their to greet. They left and they thought I am dead”. The old finished the story with a nice long gulp. The corpse is sitting still on the trunk. Then the corpse slowly gestured “ That’s quite sad, a heroic one though. You still serve your country you  deserve some honour”. The old man chuckled “ Yeah they did give some honor but can they give me my wife and kid back, can they give my happy life back. They can’t . They simply used me, they used us. It is sad no justice was given after that.” And the corpse stood still for a few seconds and then gestured” That’s mean of them. How dare they. They didn’t even got their hands dirty or see war themselves!”. The old man replied pat the corpse at the back “ Kid some things are just hard to explain, it just lucky for me and Jones that we survived. Other are not that lucky. Nevertheless let bygones be bygones.  It can’t be fix no matter how much I whimper”. And the old man threw his bottle outside. He then stretched and replied to the  corpse” Well, I ask Jones to buy the damn camera I need and some other stuff. Don’t worry we’ll try to find yer head in no time”. The corpse then jumped and gestured “that’s great!”. “Yeah as long Jones buy the things I asked him it will be grea”.

“This is not great” The old man has been waiting for Jones on his shack for an hour already. He knew the guy would do this but never expect to be this long. “ I should have just taken a bath, dammit”. And his boredom and anger was greeted by a smile and a greeting from a tall figure. Jones brought he needs and some extra. “Jones what took you so long” the old man asked. “ Sorry, the camera was hard to find, moreover some of the other stuff”. Jones rummage to the goods and showed to old man a nice portable digital camera ,an CASIO EXILIM. “Nice” the old man replied with a grin. “Not just that” Jones then rummage again to the bag to reveal  2 meter wire mesh, a cap, a jacket, a pair of khaki shorts, and a pair of denim jeans. He some things as well such as sunglasses and a army sun hat.” Well you did take your time”. The old is quite amazed on the finds Jones managed to grab. “ Well you know me, always go for a nice sale”. Jones replied with a chuckle. There are a lot of stuff in the bag such as food and drinks that the old man might need but the most astonishing this are not those. The old man stumbles on a box of .45 calibre ammunition together with a gun cleaning kit.” Jones why did you buy this?” the old man wonder with a stern look.” Well, you know you got a 1911, why not clean it. I know its on the extra but you might need it you know?” Jones politely said. The old man being grateful to the guy accepted the gifts. “Well, thanks Jones”. The old man shook hands with the tall black man.” Don’t mention it ,call me when you need me alright!”. “ Yeah” and the black man bade farewell to the old man.” Alright were set” the old then set the bag of finds inside his shack.

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Crwer In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-25 01:08:30 +0000 UTC]

no didn't come back to life i was separated from my body and it went dormant as not to rot and the knives i think were sacrificial and no i'm not human i'm a fusion race a scientific experiment the only rational one of my kind the rest are too afraid of themselves cause of how powerful they are i think her sadisticness was heightened by the fact that i am a rare royal blood of my race with natural gold blood and man i hate sacrificial knives.

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Triggahlead In reply to Crwer [2018-03-25 07:31:14 +0000 UTC]

Epilogue:
Quiet the whimsical dream of a victim caught by the claws of death is just a mere imagination at best. Described by the audacity of the circumstances and the pure colloquial nature of events that only left hopes of false glory. His body is never recovered by the authorities nor the morgue. No one even intend to stand up on his slaughtered corpse to identify him or stand as a witness to the crime. But yet he is just a rotting cadaver, soulless and beaten beyond recognition of his former self. And to further desecrate who he is his head had been chopped off. Only his assailant can know who he is.

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In a nicely knit home in downtown, there lives a girl of a ripe age. She seems to be normal ,and a smart one in fact. She is quite the book worm and other teenage girls of her age envied her. Most men look at her well made bosom or her hair that looks liked has been sewn by the gods. Other look at her as she is, a nerdy girl that likes books. She is the shy type but on the inside you better wished that you do not know her. Her inner urge crave for for the downpour of flesh and blood. She wanted to hear the cries of her victims every night. She wanted to feel and see pain on her own entertainment. In order to feed her yearning desires, she cut herself with knives from her collection. She let her blood flow to her smooth skin and let the oils of her "lover" flow in like bread and butter. She then feel the ecstasy that her "lover" is flowing inside of her, feeling his presence like he is embarrassing her in a tight and loving grasp. She will then proceed on using the pen that stole from her "lover" and pleasure herself up until she climaxed from her fantasy. Unfortunately for the lover,  the "lover" is just a random guy that doesn't know her feelings for him. Rather a random bloke that doesn't even know her presence. What she only wants is that he would be with her and loved her and be drunken to it , for all eternity. And so she searched for her lover without the society knowing her true colors. The only thing left for you to know who she is is the scent of blood coming from her bruises on her fore arm, the smell of jasmine tea leaves from her uniform, the smell of old pages from her favorite book  and the sweet smell of a woman that you thought you knew , and a foreboding shadow that will come behind you. 

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Crwer In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-26 00:35:32 +0000 UTC]

welp now i have to regenerate my body from the neck down luckily i have almost instantaneous regeneration i was just hoping not to have to do that. 

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Triggahlead In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-25 08:11:35 +0000 UTC]

Her previous victim was quiet strong and she liked how he chocked her neck on his cupboard. But alas she just happened to stab him at the jugular, and life flowed out of him like an open faucet. His grab slowly softens as he blackens out and she grabs his chin and slowly guided it to slump down, allowing less blood to be sprayed at her clothing. After all she would not like blood on her new dress. She then proceed to chop his head, like a hunting trophy. The cut was systemic and methodical allowing the base of the neck still have its shape and not rupturing the skin and muscle. She then place the head on her duffel bag and proceed to go home. But the recent one was the most exciting to her. She likes the fear showing to his eyes when she show her the knife. She likes how he trembles as she snaps. " Oh how I love that guy, I wish he was inside me" she exclaimed as she walks around her bedroom on her lingerie.  She can still recall those events as bright as day. She stalked that guy every single day up until that Tuesday. She first show how timidly shy she is and ask for his help to follow her on an empty lot. The young guy, being a gentleman, doesn't know his impending demise. As they proceed the young guy wonder and ask her what are they doing in here, the only reply he get is a shining glint from her kukri knife. He is terrified beyond belief. He run but as he run she slashed him in the back and this crippled him. She then fancifully pinned him down and with a big psychotic smile on her face, she then proceed to gut him like a pig. As every pierce of her knife to his body, she get excited by it and blood started to flow. She describes it like sweet scented gold flowing from a burlap sack. She then proceed to decapitate the body, and then collected the trophy. Oh how she did love her art and giggles on how terrified the man were in the process. " Oh I love how you scream and I wish you could scream more, but I cannot bring a living specimen after all I need a decent cover" she then proceed to her private collection of human heads. And she picked the newest one " Don't you worry you belong here with me of course" She then caressed the severed head and put the head between her legs. She shuddered at the moment of fantasy and she let loose of her lingerie. "Oh yesss mmmm AAhhhnnnhh" her moans filled the whole room. She rocked herself on the severed head of her victim, back and forth, up until " AHHHhnnn" She climaxed. She then sets the head down and lie down her young body to relax "Mhhhmmm Yes darling yes you will always be with me hehehe hahahaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA". The witness to her sodomy are nothing but soulless heads and the walls of the unknown room.

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Triggahlead In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-26 04:25:26 +0000 UTC]

"Is this the end""Is this how I die""Like a pig from a slaughter house" "sobs" "Fine I get, I am still a loser" "I just met this young timid girl" "I do not expect her to pull out a giant knife" "Why God why?". He is still a life less and headless cadaver in an empty lot. Luckily for him dogs can be his companion whilst they eat his limbs and loins. A drunken old enter the lot for recess. "Ohh another dead one" he said as he settled for a sip of his rum. "There goes another bloke ,oh boy this killer ain't stopping for one bit" smirking at an after thought and remembering the remnants of his past on the '68. Vietnam was a hellish landscape at that time and how savage the people were and how stupid the politicians are. He can recall his platoon were sent in the Defense of Khe Sanh. "First world, First world my mother fucking ass ,sent there to die , to die for what". He remember how hellish the defensive was. The Viet Cong was able to penetrate the city and his comrades were littered with 7.62 from their Kalashnikovs and Type 56s. It was lucky for him to be still alive. "All we want is peace, I guess they just don't get our terms. A free and liberated government to serve. I guess they knew how dirty we were. How impure we are. After all we put young boys in the front line and drugs on unsuspecting subjects. But I'm a grunt doing the job of a gutless psychopath in the government. But is it fine to be alive and still remember the hell I've been through. And no one to care for me even though I served with out most importance of my duties.""PUT MY FUCKING LIFE ON THE LINE""FOR WHAT, FOR A LUDICROUS WAR THAT IS JUST A SCANDAL FOR MY HOMELAND". He stand up kick the dumpster right beside him only to fumble and fall on his drunken state. The old man sobs as he is product of a miserable campaign and no one even bothered to help them in their outburst of outcry.  The dead body right besides him can only twitch because it was being devoured by dogs and eaten away by flies. "Lucky for you, your dead your free from this hell""sniff""Dammit I'm still an old fart waiting to die but God won't make me until I condone my sins""The hell I accepted them already why can't HE just let me in".

"I am dead""I am really dead""This is so over". He sobs in empty darkness. He mutter on anguish on how things has gone so wrong."WHY". Then all of a sudden a beacon of light piqued his attention. "Hey""Hey can you here me?" Wait what? Who is calling me? Is that a girls voice?" Oh hey hi! Thank heavens your still here"Things is quite bizarre as it seems but he talked to this voice as either a way to maintain his sanity or salvation."Uhhh, Is anyone out there" A blinding light then struck upon him." Oh hey hi, there you are ""Oh your quite charming""But there no much time for introductions""She will do it again""We have to stop her right away". Its kinda odd for him to hear "we" the fact he hasn't seen a single person on his area." Wait who's we?" "Well certainly you are the first to be able to talk to me and you are the first one to be chosen". He responds "  What, I'm sorry can you clear things out". The voice replied " Okay this is how it goes, my sister goes on a little rampage of slaughtering people and keeping some of their body parts. As you can you see your dead"."I can see that" He replied with sarcasm."Let me finish" She interrupted and proceeded with the explanation" She kinda has supernatural powers that enable people to be trapped on her body or their body parts"."This allows her to claim lives and put them in an empty cadaver." "Its hard to explain the rest, but as long as she get her urge of blood lust fed each day, she goes stronger , and as she goes ,more people will die". The man don't know what to say. He get into some deep trouble and now the supernatural. He don't what to do."What this has to do with me" He replied." Because you are the only one that has not been able to be absorbed by her". "Your soul stayed in the cadaver"."So what your saying my soul can't get to heaven because of unfinished business, is that what are you saying?" She replied." Uhh basically yes". Out of anger and confusion he uttered in fury this words " WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! REALLY I'M DEAD, I DO NOT KNOW WHERE IN THE LIVING SHIT AM I. AND YOU EXPECT ME TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR SUPERNATURAL SHIT! WHAT ARE A YOU A SICKO! DON'T GET ME WRONG I THOUGHT YOUR THE VIRGIN MARY FOR ONE SECOND. BUT NO YOUR JUST A TROLLING LITTLE GIRL IN THE DARK!". His anger echoed in the darkness and the voice is not amused. "Excuse me ,mister, I am not a little girl, I am 18 yrs. old, YOU DON'T DESERVE TO TALK LIKE THAT ESPECIALLY TO A LADY LIKE ME!" An astonishing reply, he may have better chosen his word first before he utter non sense. He came back to his senses once her words struck him." Okay I'm sorry that I said those but I can't be put in a rush, I am still....confused" He said. "I'm sorry too, I don't know. I just. We just want things to be over you know. This  thing has just to be dealt with and you are the only one available. I sorry if I offended you" The voice replied. There has been some time of silence until he started the conversation. " So what now, I can't do anything if I am still here ,aren't I ?" He said. " Don't worry okay, here" The voice then reached out her hand " Grab my hand I'll direct the rest.""Just trust me, Its Time to be an Effing Hero!". To his amusement " Oh okay!". And he gets pulled towards the light. The feeling changed from uneasiness to comfort. He felt like was carried to the heavens. And he caught glimpse of the face behind the voice he is talking to earlier. Its a girl with brown hair, wearing a uniform. Her green eyes are charming and he felt dominance on her side. "She is charming" he said on his head as is being pulled up". "Here we go!!!" She said as the light grew gradually brighter eventually he can't see everything except the overpowering white light.

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That moment of comfort soon ended. His vision cleared and he see an afternoon sky. "Isn't this great" He said and tried to to stand-up ,only to find dogs and other scavengers are atop of him. " Wait what...WHAT THE FUCK". He soon realized he is being brought back to life as a headless corpse. His instincts kicked and he started kicking the scavengers and waving off the maggots on his decaying body. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" he frantically muttered as the cadaver shook his way for survival. 
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The day could not get any worse for the old man. He uttered all his anger in an empty lot with a dead body, and now he is seeing a dancing corpse. He is wondering if this is the effect of the rum or God is mocking him. In any other way ,a curse has been uttered. "WHAT THE FUCK". And a crow cowed in the the distance to accompany such a bizarre scenario.

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Triggahlead In reply to Triggahlead [2018-03-29 14:51:07 +0000 UTC]

Vietnam war was bleak and rather controversial war, with US withdrawing due to huge loses from the Viet Cong. Despite their tremendous amount of fire power, US forces still loose a huge amount due to faulty equipment. One cannot forgot the the 1967 USS Forrestal fire and the surplus ball powder ammo provided for use on the M16 SP1s. Despite being deployed in the 68 those stories were part of his tale as he was deployed in a gimmick war. But the old man can't fathom what he is seeing here. Usually on the late afternoon he has his drink of booze in the empty lot. He got his own flat somewhere but he rather enjoy his drink underneath the skies. But how would he enjoy his drink if in front him a corpse is dancing the macarena and he can't explain what is happening. He already has his share of curses. "Well" he said to himself "God probably is mocking me, this is great". Under these circumstances, he must arm himself. After all he is a war veteran. Despite not having his dirty M1911A1 and his knife, he got a nice bottle of Captain Morgan. The brand is rather spicy and he rather choose Sir Edward. Simple yet satisfying. But he is not here now to enjoy the evening he is here to cut someone open. He quickly smacked the bottle to the dumpster, creating a rather short but effective melee weapon. "Okay boy if your the devil you gotta first dance with me!" He said as he readied the homemade shank.
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"YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME" The dead man shook as he see the old man holds the broken bottle like a combat knife. The young man  has already felt pain and death awhile ago when a shy girl go ballistic on his body, and now an old lunatic will go all out on his rotting corpse. Its quite sad but a rather funny scene. But the jest is the consequence of this bizarre scenario. He tried first to speak but he forget one thing, he doesn't have a head. So he is just a corpse mumbling in silence. However he didn't give up because he doesn't want to end into a cadaver shish kebab. What he then do is sign language. He only hopes that this old guy can actually understand what he is gesturing. 
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"Wait are you using sign language" The old man wonder as the corpse gesture yes with his hands. "What?" He said and lower the weapon but is still at the ready for he do not want to die near a dumpster. He had enough from Nam as his friends died near hell. The corpse gesture help." Wuuuuuuuuuuuutt?" He said in hopes to get the thing the mangling corpse wants. He'd maybe drunk but he is not insane. He got only a choice though. He cannot leave a dead body there and people can link him, he cannot just run, he cannot just just stab down the guy he looks resilient enough and he takes this reasoning from the large gaping wounds, and he cannot just sock him and put him in the dumpster after all the corpse stinks.He got no choice but bring him home. After all the corpse can do a sign language. He is a reasonable man and he is not like those psychopathic politicians. He signal the corpse to come near him. He still wonder how this thing can sense his waving and reply to his question even without a damn head. "Okay come with me first, I cannot leave a dead body on this spot". The corpse gesture for a thanks." Thank me later once we are out of here" the old man said.

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Triggahlead In reply to Triggahlead [2018-04-15 10:31:04 +0000 UTC]

Plucky defiance of mutual death and destruction are imagined as a motley of victorious characters, each of them going homeward. Each of them with a sweetheart or a family waiting, that would pull a hug at them once they step on the front porch. Such ideas are warm and comforting to think. But for a Vietnam war era veteran, nothing is warm except of the mutual feeling of sweat and hypertension. He is but a poor bloke, walked up on a bad war, and got home with no honor. The expectancy of a warm welcome of the least didn't even happen. What welcome him instead is that his wife left him together with his son. And that is all thew news he happen to get from them. No other things followed. " Ahh Fuck" He snorted at the remnants of the past. He can't go back to things he can't fix. 

Snapping back to the prior event he is facing, the utter smell of unsavory death right behind bring the shivers. A vision of a mangled corpse walking behind a drunk old man in a remote location in alley way would make one say : Did I finally snap?. " Why am I doing this, God?" The question beg to the old man things to mutter on the way. " Piss me nanny, I should not smacked my bottle" regretting the moment he choose to smacked his good bottle of whisky and turn it into a shiv. The only thing that can keep his nerves down, gone by the moment of utter absurdity. He then stopped and asked the corpse following him."Okay, what exactly happened?" . The mangled corpse swayed his arms to show that he was attacked by a teenage girl with a knife. He then showed that he saw another girl that allowed him to go back to his body. He showed then that things are rather unclear. He showed that he can't figure things out but if he can get his head back he might be able to clarify it out with him. " Uhh huh " the old man shrugged off the mutual dread of the unsavory sight. He wanted to help this... corpse? The only thing that bothers him is how this events are freakishly orchestrated." So do you know who took your head" A question that lead on a dead end. The corpse showed that he has no clue except that the assailant is a girl with purple hair and a nice looking face. He showed also that she is rather tall and has a nice figure. He showed he doesn't know if the girl took his head or not. "Uh huh figure got ye" Living the old man an impression that this corpse is a loser while he is still living. " He he" this leave the man chuckling. The mangled corpse poked him on the shoulder . "Nah its nothing" the old man patted the arm of the corpse.

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After hours of strolling to a maze of mendicant structures and thrashed alleyways, the two companions managed to go to a rather small structure under a bridge. The structure looks a house for dogs and the design is unsavory. Who ever lives there is poorer than a dog. "Welcome to my home" the old man showed him inside. This left the corpse baffled on how the old man live in such cruel place ,and as such, an unsanitary one. " You may not call this a mansion, but this is my home feel free to stay, just don't loiter around too much, my neighbors would not like to see a walking corpse" an advice which the corpse agreed on with a nod .... of his upper body. " The circumstances of finding your head will be little but give me some time to gather some info around, ok" the old man speak as he go for his spare bottle of whisky. The corpse launched in joy. "Hold your horses pretty boy, this stuff ain't easy" the old man gulped down some of his aged liquor. " For now let me gather my thoughts and take a nap, I'll stroll the town the following morning" The corpse agreed to be only replied on by a loud snore.

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Triggahlead In reply to Triggahlead [2018-04-17 08:38:48 +0000 UTC]

Mondays were never his thing. He rather stays at home and sleeps or strolls around for quite a bit and goes home. The bustling traffic and huge number of people make him upset. It just doesn’t make why there are many people on Mondays. It just doesn’t make any sense. Why can’t Tuesday be this busy? The probable reason can that it is the start of the week, despite the fact every day is a busy day. “What a bummer” the old man pondered as a stroll around on the hot pavement. He hasn’t taken a shower for two weeks so he might not be able to afford to go to a cold mall. However what he worries is not his personal comfort. But rather the things he needed for surveillance. He needed a camera and he can’t get in because he stinks like a dead rat. He can’t also trust the dead corpse at home that guy will send hysteria like a wild fire in the crowd. “Well this is just great” the old man cursed and lead him to wonder to help this mangled dead body in the first place. He soon realizes he is a liability for his safety and for others as well. If it wasn’t for his missing head he talks it out and tells what actually happened in the first place. But God has his own way and some sick person decapitated him and kept his head for a trophy. And now he got to find two things the girl and his head. It’s like diving in a haystack hoping to find a needle. This led him to a dead, from in which he doesn’t like.” Dang it, I need my friend for this one “

The old man consults one of his neighbors by the bridge. The old man’s friend name is Jones. He is not exactly in friends with the old man, but the old always has a good bottle of booze when he needs it, thus eventually leading to a mutual bond between the two. The old man approached Jones’ shanty hoping to confront and ask for help. But before him able to knock on the door, a familiar voice rang out behind him. “Hey wrinkled face! What brings you here” and the old man turn around to see Jones, half naked from the top and donning a cigarette on his mouth. “No time no see Jones” the old replied with delight and shook hands with his friend.

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Jxst-Solar In reply to Triggahlead [2018-09-22 09:50:06 +0000 UTC]

um?

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