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It’s time to revive this game.

Although many of you are probably familiar with this, I’ll go over the basics for the uninitiated.

This is essentially a kill-the-above writing game. Poster A posts a character and prompt. Poster B writes a short story in which the previous character meets their untimely demise. Poster B then posts their own prompt so the game continues.

The rules are, as follows;

You must write a story for the previous prompt before making your own prompt. The only exception is if the previous prompt is more than a month old, in which case you may make a new prompt without writing a story.

All characters in the prompt should be human-like and at least sixteen.

Original characters only. You may use the image of a fictional character for your original character.
Don’t post more than five characters in a single prompt.

Put some effort into your stories; a minimum of 200 words.

Stories must end in the death of all characters named in the prompt. Writers are free to add victims not mentioned.

Here’s the template;

Name:
Age:
*Personality:
Appearance: (Leave blank if you added an image.)
Apparel: (Leave blank if you added an image unless the character’s outfit is different from what’s in the image.)
*Consent: (For both sex and death)
*Type of Death: (Execution, Murder, Assisted Suicide, Etc)
*Setting: (May include location, time period, and genre.)

Anything with an ‘*’ can be omitted and left up to the writer.

Blank template for easy copying.

Name:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Apparel:
Consent:
Type of Death:
Setting:
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Name: Emma Dunn
Age: 23
Type of Death: Murder (hitman)
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It wasn't easy at first but after a few days I had finally gotten the target's schedule down in order to take her out. I don't know why they wanted this girl dead, then again a part of me didn't care since I was getting paid; all I had to do was sneak into her apartment and wait for her.

After what felt like hours, she made it back home from whatever she was doing. She was on her phone the entire time, probably never noticed me until I wrapped the wire around her slender neck. She gasped as I made sure she wasn't able to do much of anything. Just the sounds of he gasping for air as the wire slowly squeezed her throat until… silence. I held my grip for a few minutes more just in case she was trying to take being dead, I then quickly snapped her neck as one final check and looked at my handiwork.

I undressed the target and began to photograph the body and send it to the client, ensuring my payment and for his pleasure. Before leaving I clipped off a small portion of her blue hair for my collection and left. What happened next was none of my concern.

Name: Trisha
Age: 24
Personality: bubbly, somewhat of a airhead
Type of Death: accidental suicide/ murder
Setting: private beach
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Trisha was always a thrillseeker, she was known to take dangerous stunts for the heck of it, which is why it wasn't surprising that she called me one day and told me to bring an underwater camera.

When i arrived to the designated area i was amazed to say the least, her rich family had owned a private beach, though none of them is currently home, which leaves trisha free to do whatever she wants with the area. A pair of hands touched my shoulder, when i turned around, trisha's warm smile and barely covered body greeted me, she has wore an exceptionaly revealing swimsuit.

"Hey, you made it! Did you bring what i ask?"
Trying to hide my blushing face over her attractive and slender form, i showed her the camera while looking away, she looked excited, though i still have no idea what she has in store.

"So here's the deal, i wanted to time how long i can stay underwater, i need you to time how long i can hold my breath, i wanted to try lasting up to 5 minutes!"

She said confidently, im of course a bit skeptical with the plan, but she insist that she would do this if its the last thing she did. So without much to argue, she took my camera and started to swim towards the middle of the beach.

I began the timer in my phone, and began the count, before long i couldn't see her, its not until the timer reaches 5 minutes that i began to think something went wrong, and decided to follow after her.

After swimming for some time, i found her floating within the shallow water, only held by a piece of her swimsuit that was caught by a piece of coral, while the camera she had borrowed has sunk right in front of her, leading me to believe she placed it there to record herself, and unfortunately unable to get any oxygen due to her clothes being stuck.

I began to swin closer, and when i look at her face, her gaze is unfocused and distant, her mouth agape while the rest of her body move in tandem with the ebb and flow of the smal waves. I tried to pull her free from the coral, but i wasn't able to, so instead i slowly undressed her from her swimsuit, leaving her naked corpse uncovered from the belly up.

I took both the camera and my friend's body to the shore, at first i tried to do cpr, but after a while its obvious she has swallowed too much water, she's gone.

I tried to look for the camera's content, and saw the still living Trisha, with a cheerful expression, diving in and holding her breath, everything seems well up until minute 4, where she tried to surface but couldn't due to her clothes sticking in the coral.

It seems like she realized her end is coming, a she didn't seem to panic, seems like she knew one of these thrill seeking activities would kill her. So she simply tried her best in spending her laat few moments carefully, first she start to spell out multiple senteances

"I'm dying"

"Tell my parents i love them, tell them not to be sad"

And the last one surprised me.

"Use my body as you wish, thank you for sticking with me"

I glanced over to my now lifeless friend, i have always been the one to help her set up her multiple thrillseeking attempts, and while some part of me is heartbroken for losing her, another part is quite delighted to see she didn't forget about me,and decided to leave her body to me.

I continued to watch the video, and trisha cohgh out a lot of oxygen, she won't last long, maybe 40 seconds left, she began to push her finger into her swimsuit, playing with her clit and nipple as her body's oxygen supply rapidly decrease, maybe she is looking to get one last orgasm.

I watched as she lets out one last gasp of air, a streak of white liquid can be seen floating out of her lady parts, finally she held her chest, clearly in a severe pain, before her entire body relaxes, leaving her in the state that i found her in.

"Oh trisha..." i sighed as i closed the camera, her now vacant expression is unchanged as i closed her mouth and eyes, giving her a small kiss before lifting her limp body into her house. I would spend the rest of that day cleaning her body, when her parents returned, they surprisingly accepts what had happened to their daughter quite well, and since she had expressed her desire, they told me to take care of her body. From that day on, whenever i came home, i could visit my basement where my former friend's body lay floating in a small tank filled with preservatives, she would look as pretty as when she expires.
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Name: Tarina
Age: 20
Personality: cheerful and energetic
Type of Death: execution/accidental murder
Setting: a dance festival
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Tarina is known as one of the prettiest dancer within the nomadic tribe of assassins known as the red veil, who would sell their services in exchange for supplies and place within the government. Naturally, she had already racked up quite a significant body count, since most of her targets are too stunned by her beauty to notice her scheme, and this time, her target will be a foreign prince from a neighboring country. Her plan is simple, she would slip into her target's tent to perform a dance, and when the target is distracted, she would lunge onto him with a hidden blade.

At first, things proceed smoothly, she introduced herself to the prince, whom she actually admire for his looks, shame he has to die. She began to perform a dance but unlike her usual "customer" this man does not budge, no smile, no clapping, no vulgar gesture, she brushed it off as just the man's more refined sense of art, however as the dance continues, her dance and revealing outfit seem to do little damage to the man's composure. Finally, she decided to just go for it, and lunge at him with her knife.

The prince unexpectedly moved out of the way and knocked her weapon off of her hand, before putting her arms behind her back, pinning her in place.

"I've heard rumors that someone would try to assassinate me tonight, it seems the rumors are true." the man states, Tarina's eye widens, realizing she is caught, and would surely die soon.

The man stood her up, hands now bound to her back, as she is led to the town's center. Surprisingly not only has the villagers surrounded them, but they have also set up a gallow, lined with her friends, fellow assassins still dressed in their dancer outfits now lifeless and suspended mid-air. She realizes now, the people of the town had set her up.

"This woman and her subordinates have conspired to kill me tonight, and for that, they will be punished, what shall I do with this wench?!"

The townsfolk's answer is unanimous.

"Dance on the rope! Dance on the rope!"

"Then dance she will!"

The guards help set up another noose for our unfortunate dancer, and she gloomily looked at the rope, this is it, she knew she would be caught one day, but it seems all too real now, she's scared, her body trembles, and she nearly collapsed to the floor, only to be stood back up by the guards, who placed her head into the wrapping embrace of the rope.

"Any final words?"

Her mind breaks, and in an unconscious moment of thought, she simply uttered

"Please enjoy, my final performance"

The prince kicked the barrel beneath her, she would fall a short while, before the rope's embrace became a tight grip, tightening around her throat and squeezing the life of her.

She tried to break free, her legs moving wildly and her arms moving to release her neck from the rope, but it's futile. As the seconds go by, her brain starts to fill with fog, the pain she felt is unbearable, and she even clawed her neck bloody in order to pull the rope free. Her tongue stuck out of her wide open mouth, trying to get one more gasp of air, but nothing came in, instead, foam dribbles out the side of her mouth, as her eyes dilate and rolled back to her skull.

As she hangs, she also felt aroused, with so many people seeing her sweat-covered body moving much more erratically than usual. Her vagina heating up, and she tried to rub it with her fingers, but it only caused her arousal to spike up, leading to her orgasming in front of the masses.

finally, after several more minutes, her wild movement died down, now becoming more of a spasmic jolt of muscle still trying to fight. She would lose control over her bladder, a single rattled sigh leaves her lips, followed by incontinence, as her bladder released its content, and a stream of yellow-colored fluid drips onto her leg and the soil, a sign that she has been snuffed, Tarina is gone.

her corpse and those of her companion will still be left on the gallows until the next day, where every corpse but hers are sold to the people, for whatever use they wish.

As for our girl Tarina, the city's leader has agreed to give her body as a gift to the prince, she would be cleaned and bathed, and her innards replaced by preservative materials and aromatics. Her body is placed within the foreign prince's castle, a reminder to those who tried to cross him.

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Name: Sonya
Age: 25
Personality: Bold and Rebellious
Type of Death: killed by enemy soldier
Setting: ambush in a forest
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Sonya trekked through the forest, separated from her platoon. By accident or by her own will, no one would know. Her rebel nature was exactly what soldiers liked about her, and that's exactly what would get her killed.

She stopped around a large grouping of trees, taking a break while making her way to the rendezvous point. "Damn this heat..." She muttered, all the aimless walking was getting to her. List in her thoughts, she almost ignored the odd rustling of the leaves.

She frantically looked around, hoping to get the jump on the enemy; however she wasn't expecting more than one soldier planning the same thing. They rushed her and held her tightly, they brandished a hunting knife to her throat.

"Any last words enemy scum?" One of the soldiers asked.

"Fuck... you!" Sonya exclaimed before the knife ran deep against her throat, completely severing her jugular. The men let her drop to the ground as she cough and gurgle blood. Her body twitched as blood spilled out like a running faucet. After around ten minutes her body had stilled.

"Clean the blood." The knife wielding soldier said, "The sergeant will want to look at her newest trophy."

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Name:Kristie
Age:22
Personality:Playful and tough
Type of death: Fight to the death, murder
Setting: Underground Fighting Ring
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Kristie was known to be one of the deadliest fighter in the ring, she would often place bets saying that anyone who can beat her is free to use her corpse in any way they wanted. This recklessness and courage is what made many people attracted to her, and combined with her playful nature, she is the fan favorite for many attendants to the underground fighting ring. However one day she met her match, a latino man named Ramone had begun to rise in popularity, and now he had been matched up with her in that night’s fight.
The fight was going well at first, she seemed to be able to keep up and even beat back Ramone on round one, leaving the man bruised and beaten.
“what’s the matter champ? C’mon put up a fight! “
The second round start without any hitch, she seems to still have an upper hand, Ramone’s huge body seems to leave him less agile than his scantily clothed opponent, but she gets too cocky when she launched a heavily telegraphed kick to the man’s side, a kick, that was caught by the man’s bulky arm.
Ramone didn’t give her time to realize what’s happening, before she can react, the man smashed her leg with his elbow, leaving the girl to scream in pain and fall helplessly to the floor. Ramone stood still, waiting for her opponent to stand up, and surprisingly, despite her injuries, she stood up, with her usual grin plastered on her face.
“N-Not bad man….but im not going down today, you hear me?!”
The crowd cheers, but deep down maybe Kristie knew better, her leg bone is broken into two, there is no way she can win this fight, so she decided that if she is to die, she wanted to give her fans a show they’ll never forget.
The girl moved closer to her opponent, launching a barrage of punches to the man’s sides, though Ramone managed to block all of her hits, and landed a clean hit to her hips. She staggered, and another hit to her stomach, she started to vomit, the bell rings just in time to save her from another blow. The crowd began to feel concerned, and even the manager told her to give it up, but the fiery girl is determined. Come round three, its do or die.
The round starts with a somber tone, Ramone’s quick jabs puts the already badly injured Kristie into a defensive stance, when she sees an opening, she launched a powerful haymaker directly to the man’s chest, the hit was severe enough to leave Ramone’s stance to waver, and he coughs up blood as a result of the punch. But the hit did nothing more than to fuel his rage, as he retaliate with an uppercut, tossing Kristie’s body into the air, and landing her back first into the floor.
It all seemed like a blur to her now, the voices of the judge counting down, and the voice of her manager, but one thing woke her up, its her fans that told her to give it up, that they didn’t want to see her die. This put a smile on her face, as she stood up she whispered an unaudible apology , first to her fans for not being able to win the fight, and second to her family, for not being able to return home outside of a body bag.
She slaps herself to get fully awake, this last hit is going to do it, its her final hit. She rushed towards Ramone, who already prepared a punch directed at her head. Maybe its because her leg gave off, or maybe she did plan to duck at the right time, but her body tilted downward, down enough to evade Ramone’s punch, and deliver a swift blow to the man’s chest, sending him flying to the edge of the ring.
She has done it, Ramone gave up and was unable to fight back againts Kristie. Triumphant, she lift her arm up, and the crowd cheers, celebrating yet another win. But her victory didn’t last long, as her body gave out, and she fell to the floor, coughing up blood and wheezing for air. The manager tried to call out to her, but she was unresponsive, when he tried to shake the girl awake, her head limply tilted to the side, moments later she began to wet herself, losing control over her bladder now that her organ has shut down. Kristie was pronounced dead that night, the cause was a severe internal bleeding and loss of organ functions, even though she was already dead, her face was still proudly smiling.
Her fan wept at the loss of their idol, and build a memorial of her in the underground tournament. True to her words, her corpse was given to Ramone, who would later give her body back to the underground ring, where her body is cleaned and preserved. Her body would be placed in the underground ring’s entrance, now shown to the public as a lifelike statue of the charismatic fighter who won the fight, even though she lost her life in the ring.

Name:Aiko
Age:20
Personality: Timid, Shy, Submissive
Type of death: Suicide/Assisted Suicide
Setting: Bullied Victim Decided to take her own life (Maybe explain what she was thinking as she died)
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It took me by surprise when Aiko asked me to help her. She was always the quiet type, but she just kept repeating "I can't take it anymore..." or "It will all be over." She was bullied throughout her academic life, who would've guessed college was JUST like middle school.

I told her I wasn't really sure about all this. "All you have to do is make sure I don't mess this up like everything else." She made sure the rope was properly tied and got up on the old stump. She looked at me with a smile, "... I'm sorry."

With that she kicked the stump away and quickly began to writhe and gag from he methods. She gasped and cried out in pain. All the pain from disappointing her father, ruining her social life, even her love... who just stared at the girl now swaying back and forth. It was all gone, no one would hurt her ever again. Moments later I cut her loose from the tree and decided to do what she deserved; someone who would look after her by keeping her as a beautiful statue.

Name: Toko
Age: 35
Personality: arrogant, cold hearted
Type of death: assassination
Setting: forest clearing, near mountains
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The assassin got his target, and it was an easy one to kill, due to him having previous connection to her beforehand. His target is Toko, a cruel warlord that has been rampaging across the nation, coincidentally, she was also the one that killed his parents, and destroyed his village. He couldn’t wait to end her cruel life.
He knew she had a certain hobby, whenever her army was resting after a raid, she would hunt all by herself in the woods, that is when he will strike. When he arrived, just like his prediction, he could see the mountain of a woman sitting next to her hunted prey, roasting the deer on a spit and preparing for a meal. He quickly yet silently approached her from behind, and with a swift jab of his killing needle, punctured her heart from behind, she lets out an audible grunt of pain, though the woman is strong enough to not die immideately, even trying to break free. She looked up and saw her killer.
“Y-You… Bastard… Im going to kill you…Im going to…im…i…o-oohhh…”
while her body is getting weaker, her arm began to fall limp, and her gaze unfocused.
When the man released his grip, he could see the string of drool from the sides of her mouth, he checked her pulse, none, the warmonger is dead. He lowered her body, her eyes still locked in the state of surprise and pain. A sudden thought entered his head when he saw the criminal at this vurnerable state, he decided to check his victim out, he pulled the simple clothing made out of animal fur that she used to cover her gigantic chest, he could see some white substance leaking out as she died, perhaps she is old enough to mother a child, though he couldn’t bear the thought of another warmonger.
Next he decided to undress her lower body, she wasn’t wearing much at all, just a simple cloth made by the same material to her clothes, he noticed the pungent smell of urine, the woman had pissed herself after her body shuts down, letting the bladder to release its contents, but at the same time, it gives the impression that at her last moments, this warrior has faced something she fears.
The assassin began to feel some sort of attraction to this woman, he leans in and gave her a small kiss to her forehead, before this she was unbeatable, now a single needle had put the end of her life, and he has humiliated her so.
He would drag her body, and felt no resistance as the corpse limply moved in tandem with her killer across the woods, she would be bathed, and her preserved and stuffed body placed as a trophy for the assassin agency, a proof for its credibility. May the next client be confident in the guild’s capability when they saw the dead body of the warmonger in the guild’s main chamber.

Name: Sachi and Mika
Age: 18 & 17
Personality: Sachi is cheerful, meanwhile her twin sister Mika is more shy
Type of death: poisoning
Setting: contract killing
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Sachi and Mika were sisters that were complete opposites; filling out this contract was gonna be tough but manageable. Getting them to a dinner party and poison their drinks. Sachi was easy, she was an outgoing girl and loved to socialize; Mika was more reserved and didn’t do much of anything other than being lost in her thoughts; so obviously Sachi convinced her sister to join her in this little “party”.

I made sure their drinks were separated from my own, no way was I going to accidentally poison myself. The poison was flavorless and clear so nothing would mess with the taste of the sparkling wine. When the girls arrived, they were dressed as if it was the night of their lives; more like the last night.

Mia was dressed conservatively with a simple black dress, Sachi was dressed to impress with her glittery red dress, it showed off her shoulders and her back. It was easy to start with drinks with a simple cheese platter. When they drank, the fun started.

Mia started to breathe quickly as if nothing was going to her lungs; Sachi was feeling dizzy, everything was going blurry until she face planted onto the table. Mia looked around and panicked, she tried to cry out for help but no one was going to help. As tears built up in her eyes, she let out a faint gasp she was gone. The rest of the night involved cleaning them up and getting the two pumped with preserves for the customer; for what it’s worth, the night was pretty great.


Name: Mia
Age: 25
Personality: protective, caring, aggressive when working
Type of Death: Fight to the death
Setting: office building
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It was late evening and everyone in the office complex had left for the week, all but one security guard. “I know, but think of it this way sweetie…” The guard talked on her phone, most likely to a significant other, “After this weekend, I’ll have two weeks of paid time off. Maybe we can do that thing you’ve been wanting to do since Valentine’s Day.” She chuckled as she continued her conversation, clearly her mind was on other things than her job. Hours passed and nothing seemed to be eventful, the guard stared into the vast starry sky until a loud crash sounded off. With that, she got out of her station and ran towards the cause of the noise. A large man groaned as he picked himself up, brushing off the dust from the fall. “FREEZE SCUMBAG!” The guard shouted as she shined a flashlight into the intruder’s eyes, “Why are you trespassing on private property?”

“Easy lady, I just got lost okay.” The man said, it was clear he was lying through his teeth; with the rapid breathing, nervous twitching, and the sweat running down was a clear giveaway that he was running from something or someone.

“A likely story.” The guard said, “I need you to come with me, we can get things straightened out.” She tried to escort the man with her to the booth, but the man began to struggle and resist. The two began to argue with each other, resulting in the man punching the girl in her gut. “If that’s how you wanna do this, then fine.” It seemed throughout the entire scuffle the man never noticed that the girl had large robotic hands; if he wasn’t careful, she could crush his rib cage with a good well placed blow.

The man started to move around as to be tougher to hit; the guard prepped her fist to end this quickly, she started to throw a punch but the man evaded easily and punched her in the face. The guard got ready again to throw another punch only for the man to dodge again and swept her legs causing her to fall on her back. ‘Come on Mia… you’re really gonna let this punk show you up?’ Her thoughts were running wild as she was getting more and more irritated.

“What’s the matter, giving up already?” The guy asked, he knew he was going to bury this chick and was ready to end this fast. The guard tried something different and tried using both her hands in an attempt to break his back, she used what was left of her might in her attack, she slammed her fists into the ground and there was silence. She panted as she looked around, the intruder wasn’t there. Maybe he ran off or something; however this was not the case. In all the chaos, she didn’t notice the man grabbing her by the hips and kneeing her at the base of her spine. She screamed in pain as she fell down; she tried fighting through the pain, but it was pointless as the intruder quickly landed another painful blow in between her shoulders.

Mia didn’t think it would end this way, everything was going blurry as voices rang in her head. She just wanted this pain to end, the trespasser was more than happy to do it for her. He grabbed the sides of her head; he was cherishing the guards last moments right down to momentarily getting lost in her hot pink eyes. With a quick twist, he snapped her neck and let her body collapse onto the floor.

The man looked at the guard's body and thought, ‘what a waste of a supple and firm body.’ He looked for something to make dragging her body easier as he knew of a hideout not too far from the office complex. Now all he needed to do was check his to see if his connections were up for some taxidermy.

Name: Athena
Age: 20
Personality: Bold yet subdued
Type of Death: Execution, shooting
Setting: City courtyard
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Deciding to bump this with a new prompt.

Name: Ayano
Age: 28
Personality: Flirty, lustful
Type of Death: strangulation
Setting: victims home


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