#murder tag

[dsmsix]

“but when it comes to murder, and relationships, sometimes two is company, three is a motive.”

[my-soliloquy-chamber]

Ok, forget everything I said about weird dead bodies in Havana.

What the ever loving fuck is up with Salt Key Bank?

I notice this scared woman and drunk, wonder if the developers put in some kind of creepy domestic violence.

But then there’s something in the corner of my eye. Wtf? Are those dead bodies?

Yup, they’re fukin dead bodies.

Near them are two frightened people kneeling in the water, seeming to beg the waterfall for mercy.

So, I’m intrigued, right? How did all these bodies end up there? I walk around to try and figure it out, and see something moving in the corner of my eye.

Yup, that’s a guy randomly falling to his death.

I moved to a better vantage point, and saw another guy falling.

But more than that, what did I see?

A “frightened” woman was running around pushing people to their deaths.

I call it:

Murder Tag

[izzycallout]

izzy murdered a young child aged 7 named carrie underwood

[2lovesihaveofcomfortandfandoms]

Team Gothic

Jekyll & Frankenstein - Team ‘I created a new form of life because SCIENCE but I’m not prepared to accept the responsibilities of parenthood so I won’t’

Hyde & Creature - Team ‘My creator didn’t teach me shit so now I’m going to act out by killing people because I was literally never taught any different”

Utterson & Clerval - Team ‘My boyfriend made a monster and I did not sign up for this shit’

BONUS:

Dorian - Team ‘I have ALWAYS been a dramatic bitch and used Lord Henry’s advice as an excuse to continue to be a dramatic bitch’

[lonespektr]

There's the shonda method of DANCE IT OUT

[spicysoulsa]

More murder tag stuff! 

At one point of the game I hid underwater (made sure I was getting air with a torch of course) and so the murderers at the time had no choice but to risk drowning to get me. I’m a jerk I know, but I didn’t want to die without a fight.

speedpaint >here<

[fillyreports]

JOIN IN MURDER TAG FOR THE SQUAD

BASED ON THIS POST 

“Hi guys.” Psy greeted, yawning. Angie crossed her arms. “Did you stay up till’ 3AM again?” She asked. Psy rolled her eyes playfully as she set down her backpack on the back of her chair and sat down. “You sound like Filly- and it was only 2AM this time.” She said. Omi scoffed jokingly as she sat down next to Angie. “Sounds like you guys are lucky to be each other’s roommates, other wise you’d be annoying some poor innocent girl at the crack of dawn-”

“Or before.” Psy corrected cheekily, making Omi roll her eyes again. “Speaking of Filly, have you seen her? She wasn’t in our room when I got up this morning.” Psy asked. Omi and Angie shrugged and shook their heads, before ordering everyones usual. The food arrived at the same time as Sammy, who raced over, slinging her backpack on her chair and sitting down with slightly heavy breaths. 

“Sorry I’m late you guys- I promised Maria I would help her with homework.” She said. They nodded, understandingly. As usual, they chatted a bit until their conversation turned to peaceful silence as they waited for Filly to arrive, or text one of them an excuse. This peace stopped however, when Psy pulled out a book to read. She opened the book, only for a torn out notebook paper to float gently to the table. The group laid their eyes on it for a moment before Angie spoke up. “What’s that?” She asked. Psy shrugged, before picking it up and reading it aloud. 

DAY 1

Filly’s log-

The plastic knife sliding under my door was a surprise. I was working on something in the dead of night when it happened. No I wasn’t reading fanfiction shut up Is it this time already? I remember feeling a heavy weight in my chest. My thoughts turn to my friends. Can I really call them that at the moment? In this time of year, it’s murder or be murdered. I don’t want anyone to die, but thats just how murder week goes. Like the hunger games, or war. Nothing can stop it. The game can only be played until the end, with no pauses, rewinds, or power-off’s. If this is a game, and we’re all players, then I wish my fellow murderers luck- though I warn them not to find me, for it will mean their demise.

God help us all.

-Filly

Psy raised an eyebrow as she set the paper down, staring curiously at the reactions of her friends. Their faces held similar expressions. “Well someones taking this seriously.” Sammy commented humorously. They all nodded and the group was set in silence once again. “So, have you guys gotten your knives yet?” Omi asked casually. There was an air of tenseness in the air. Everyone nodded once again.

“So… did we get each other?” Angie asked slowly.

There was a moment of silence. “Okay guys- let’s take it easy here.” Said Omi suddenly. “Theres no reason we can’t just have lunch, as the friends we are- right?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re right.”

“No problem there.”

The group settled into silence. Sammy took a sip of her water. Psy cleared her throat. Glances were exchanged, gazes were avoided. Then, everyone bolted in opposite directions. Luckily they had already paid for their meal, and were now racing to whatever safety they could find.

This was war.

@psychedemigod @doggirl212 @omicronarmagedon @ilikebands-alot

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[dsmsix]

reading lovehaswon’s website.... it’s a cult ok but like... aren’t cult leaders supposed to be charming and have great rethoric or whatever? cause i stfg this woman writes like she’s using predictive text.