Day Three
08-13-2009, 09:47 AM
Friday The 13th: I looked over at Maxx and said -
Today is the last day! If we all are alive by tomorrow our collars will explode!
Unless.... I'm willing to put myself in danger for this plan!
Once all others are dead meet up here ok?! We all TH'ers must survive!
My plan is simple... (Before I pressed on I muffled our collars up with a dirty rag...)
Ok the plan is simple... These collars track our movements, sounds, and heartbeats right?
If we could all somehow stop the heart we may survive? But I wonder if that's even possible?
I know that if one is drowned to death... err.... how?! How can we all survive this thing!
Maybe there is only one way to survive....
I walked off a ways leaving Maxx to ponder my last grimacing words...
That's when I spotted Dalton crawling up to me in agony, begging me to fix his leg.
I walked up to him and grabbed his leg, not to fix it but to do this -
I slammed my handaxe into his leg with brute force!
He yelled in agony! His tears drenched his sweat soaked shirt.
I then yanked it out, and thrusted it into his ribs, then into his head...
I kept swinging, and swinging, and swinging.... Was I going insane!?!!
I finally stopped... I then grabbed his bag and ran off.
I knew... I was losing my mind! I knew I had to stop it! Or else!
I had visions of making it off this island, by killing my friends....
And I really don't want to... But is there any other way?!
Then Maxx popped in my head... I knew I could easily kill him off! He trusted me now!
I fell to my knees and yelled "NO!!!!! I won't do it!" But some voice was telling me to...
I'm insane! I can't! I won't! That's when Rosey and Loki popped out from the corner.
They looked at me oddly... I knew they had heard me speaking to myself...
How could I explain this one to them? Anyways... I lurched for my axe!
I raised it high in the air! This worried Loki, and Rosey!
I raised it high! and *WHAM!* I thrusted the axe deep... deep within my stomach.
I fell to the ground... and cried out *NEVER!* How could I kill my friends?
I would much rather die then have their blood shed on my bare hands!
I topped over onto the axe as it penetrated into my insides even deeper...
I fell over, blood soaking the cool dew drop grass...
I reached my blood soaked hand out to Rosey...
And said - If only we could have met somewhere else!... I...I.... err..m...
My once outstretched hand fell to the ground....
Blood drenched from my stomach wound down to make a puddle on the grass below...
A mini journal was pulled out of my blood soaked pocket by Rosey, it read -
Today is the last day! If we all are alive by tomorrow our collars will explode!
Unless.... I'm willing to put myself in danger for this plan!
Once all others are dead meet up here ok?! We all TH'ers must survive!
My plan is simple... (Before I pressed on I muffled our collars up with a dirty rag...)
Ok the plan is simple... These collars track our movements, sounds, and heartbeats right?
If we could all somehow stop the heart we may survive? But I wonder if that's even possible?
I know that if one is drowned to death... err.... how?! How can we all survive this thing!
Maybe there is only one way to survive....
I walked off a ways leaving Maxx to ponder my last grimacing words...
That's when I spotted Dalton crawling up to me in agony, begging me to fix his leg.
I walked up to him and grabbed his leg, not to fix it but to do this -
I slammed my handaxe into his leg with brute force!
He yelled in agony! His tears drenched his sweat soaked shirt.
I then yanked it out, and thrusted it into his ribs, then into his head...
I kept swinging, and swinging, and swinging.... Was I going insane!?!!
I finally stopped... I then grabbed his bag and ran off.
I knew... I was losing my mind! I knew I had to stop it! Or else!
I had visions of making it off this island, by killing my friends....
And I really don't want to... But is there any other way?!
Then Maxx popped in my head... I knew I could easily kill him off! He trusted me now!
I fell to my knees and yelled "NO!!!!! I won't do it!" But some voice was telling me to...
I'm insane! I can't! I won't! That's when Rosey and Loki popped out from the corner.
They looked at me oddly... I knew they had heard me speaking to myself...
How could I explain this one to them? Anyways... I lurched for my axe!
I raised it high in the air! This worried Loki, and Rosey!
I raised it high! and *WHAM!* I thrusted the axe deep... deep within my stomach.
I fell to the ground... and cried out *NEVER!* How could I kill my friends?
I would much rather die then have their blood shed on my bare hands!
I topped over onto the axe as it penetrated into my insides even deeper...
I fell over, blood soaking the cool dew drop grass...
I reached my blood soaked hand out to Rosey...
And said - If only we could have met somewhere else!... I...I.... err..m...
My once outstretched hand fell to the ground....
Blood drenched from my stomach wound down to make a puddle on the grass below...
A mini journal was pulled out of my blood soaked pocket by Rosey, it read -
Quote:Day 1.
I'm slowly going insane! Stuck on this island to kill people off or I shall be killed off?
I'm not a fucking murderer! I'm just an avid horror fan! Why me? Why us?
I know I have to kill or be killed! But can I kill another human being!?...
Later that day...
I could have sworn I heard the voice of Kingofthedamned666 crying out to me saying "WHY!!"
It saddened me... I killed 2 TH'ers... I saw visions.. and heard their voices...
I also had thoughts in my head of death, blood, and guts...
I cannot shake this feeling!
I hope to make it home safely to my pets, my family, and TalkHorror....
*Signed* Friday
Quote:Day 2.
I've killed so many...
Their souls are speaking out to me! God hates me!
Will he ever forgive me! Can Bo ever forgive me! What have I done!
Why have I killed so many! I cannot use no more excuses!
The voices in my head are driving me insane!
Telling me I have to kill Bo, Loki, & Rosey to survive!
I won't! I can't! NO!!! They are my friends!....
I had a vision today...
A Vision of when the teacher asked us this -"Are You Willing To Kill A Friend?"
In the vision I was there... I yelled "NEVER!".
I mean how could a cruel game make me turn into such a monster!?
omg... I have killed so many... Placing my worthless life above the life of them!
Not NOW! NO!
*Signed* Friday
Quote:Day 3.
I am fatigued with the constant voices of the dead calling out to me.
And the constant voices beckoning me to kill my friends... How could I?
I am planning my demise... I cannot die worthlessly...
I've thought of many ways... Tampering with the collar until I explode?
Perhaps jumping off of a cliff? Running out infront of a stray bullet?
Who knows! But I know I have to! Or I will end up becoming a slave to this cruel game!
*Signed* Friday
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