Dumb Ways To Die Stupe Novels & Stories

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He hasn’t complained, but he looks half dead. “We jump,” he says. My jaw drops. “What?” “We jump.” He climbs into one of the windowsills, crouches, and holds his hand out to me. I take a step back. He wants us to kill ourselves? My head shakes. “What… You… No.” The Silver Hunters’ footsteps grow louder. They’re almost to us. I don’t know what they’ll do once they reach the top of the stairs, but I’m not killing myself as a way to avoid whatever comes next. What Alec is proposing is absolutely insane.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

“What were you going to do? What was your brilliant plan, huh?” she yells over the loud sound of the blades above us. I shake my head. “When I got him alone, I was going to break his neck or smother him or something less fucking dramatic than your Lethal Weapon strategy. He trusted me, and I could have killed him when I got him alone, but you have fucked up every chance of that happening, haven’t you?” I tap the side of my head angrily. “So stupid.”

Damon’s POV I sat on the high stool at the bar, cradling my head in my hands, staring into the glass of whiskey that stared right back at me. My vision was kind of blurry. I was wasted, completely so. If there was any other word for something other than stupidly wasted, then that was it. I guess this was the only way I could grieve my best friend who now lay dead in a morgue. Drinking myself into a stupor and thinking about how everything could have been different.

One knife + 48 stabbings = one bloody death. . . . 03894690286029 348560294862 = 49862 = 0495682430 = 5823409582340958240968246875968725698276 – 7 . . . Being a genius meant I carefully planned every execution. Chopped-up pieces of my math teacher were immediately relocated to the math storeroom. Storeroom filled with textbooks and math teacher remains + 1 liter of gasoline = manageable fire. Result: Evidence destroyed. One less number to count.

"I want to hit you, that's what. What's wrong with your head? I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen someone as dumb as you. If you've got trouble understanding English, go back to school and learn your alphabets. Maybe then you'll hear how stupid you sound. "You're saying I killed your brother? Everyone else in that dorm didn't turn into zombies, but he did, and somehow that's my fault? What, do my hands carry a virus now? I slapped him and turned him into a zombie? If that's the case, go ahead and wait. I'm hitting you with the same hand. You'll be joining him in no time.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"