Night One
Several moved about the compound with murderous intent, but through a series of unlikely events; very few were able to actually find their targets. With foul smells and even fouler acts on display, many were forced to retire to their rooms.
One managed to slip through the net, his striped sweater damp with sweat and his guitar at the ready.
When he found his target, he began to sing one of his timeless songs.
"Sweet Chimichanga!" his target cried in agony, "That is awful!"
His feelings hurt, the would-be killer fled into the night.
Deadpool is not dead. He is Deadpool, ??? Aligned Merc with a Mouth
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Meanwhile, a Grammy award winning artist was able to convince a fellow musician to join her cause.
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The man in rags pushed his wagon up to where one of the other residents was frantically penning his latest masterpiece of oratory brilliance. Leaning in, he whispered something in his ear.
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In the home theatre, Iggy Azalea was on stage shaking her big ass and doing her best imitation of a black person for the private audience of three who had accepted her generous invitation.
She noted with disapproval the three who had opted not to attend her gig.
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"Easy now," he whispered to himself as he lined up the shot, "Easy now".
He waited until his target was dead on in the crosshairs and squeezed the trigger. His target exploded in a rain of splinters and leaves.
Shaun Hewitt is dead. He was Groot, Town Aligned Sentient Tree
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To finish things off on a less somber note, two women of equal beauty and musical ability came together and then...
came together.
We should have known they were trouble when they walked in.
