How would you kill the person above you?

[Biggo2]

Poke you with a stick gently. Just to see you die slowly!!
XD

[MrFuture]

Beat him to death with a shovel

[Wash]

piss in his eyes

[RafaDK]

KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

[Leon.]

Rip out his eyeballs, cut a slit in his throat, stick my penis into his windpipe, piss down, and let him drown while he dies of bleeding.
I then proceed to light the remains on fire, coating it in crystals of thermite and magnesium.

[RafaDK]

CUT HIS BALLS OUT AND SLAM THEM INTO HIS HEAD TILL HE DIES WITH AN HEAD TRAUMA

[Romeo]

I'd tie him to a chair in the middle of a warehouse while he was drenched in gasoline. I'd then light a cigarette, smoke it slowly down to half way, and then flick it on to his body... watching him burst into flames.

[Leon.]

I wouldn't.

[Cero]

Reserved.


Leon Gvardia, notorious criminal finaly getting caught by a group of undercover Officers due to his own greed.

Knocked unconcious and taped to a chair in a abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of Liberty City. Gagged and a bloody face. A group of three people standing around him, one of them holding a brass knuckle, bloodied and clearly recently used. Leon bleeding from his face and head, looking up at them. The man with the brass knuckles moves in for another round of beating. A punch straight in the face, breaking his nose, blood flooding from his nose down over his mouth and chin, then dripping down to his chest.

In his daze, Leon sees the leader of the men pointing at something and telling one of the others to go get it. The leader is smoking a cigarette and grinning at Leon. The man walks over to Leon and bends down to face Leon, the dark room and the cigarette light giving the person a look of madness, grinning and laughing. He opens his mouth, the cigarette hanging in the corner while he talks.
"Justice finaly caught up to you, Leon Gvardia.. How does it feel? To be caught due to your own greed and lust for wealth.. How does it feel to know that you will die in a dark place like this?"
Leon growls through the gag, not really intimidating considering the position he's in..

One of the men comes back with a red can. The leader takes it from him, opens it and smells the fumes coming out of the opening. "Ah.... Love the smell of gasoline in the evening!" Leon's eyes opens wide as he understands what is going to happen. The leader walks over to him and puts the red can down. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and bends down to eye level with Leon. He holds the cigarette up infront of Leons face and moves it back and forth slowly. He slowly moves it towards Leons forehead, Leon struggles to keep his head away, but ultimately fails. The shriek of a man in agony fills the abandoned warehouse.

The gasoline smell is filling the air, drenching his clothes and it burns in his eyes. He tries putting himself in a differant place, but is quickly brought back to reality by a kick in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. "Hey! Dont go day dreaming on me, Leon! The fun is just about to start..." The man bends down again and moves to Leons ear and whispers into it. "You know, this is true justice, this is how we deal with scum like you... If we took you to court, you would have gotten life, but you would be alive.. That is not enough.. We would have to go through the hassle of gathering evidence on you aswell.. This way is faster, easier and real justice.."

The leader reaches into his pocket and grabs a zippo lighter and opens it, then whispers into Leons ear:" Remember the name of the man who killed you.. The man who brought justice to your wretched self... Alan Demarest.. ". He cackles slightly, then lights the zippo lighter, takes a step back and throws it at the gasoline drenched Leon. The gasoline and the fumes immediately catch fire and swallows up Leon. The cries of pain echoing through the warehouse.

[RafaDK]

Me neither.

Idea

CUT HIS BALLS OUT AND SLAM THEM INTO HIS HEAD TILL HE DIES WITH AN HEAD TRAUMA

> All

[Leon.]

Reserved.

Lol'd. Big time.

[RafaDK]

Much hate on..

[Leon.]

Reserved.


Leon Gvardia, notorious criminal finaly getting caught by a group of undercover Officers due to his own greed.

Knocked unconcious and taped to a chair in a abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of Liberty City. Gagged and a bloody face. A group of three people standing around him, one of them holding a brass knuckle, bloodied and clearly recently used. Leon bleeding from his face and head, looking up at them. The man with the brass knuckles moves in for another round of beating. A punch straight in the face, breaking his nose, blood flooding from his nose down over his mouth and chin, then dripping down to his chest.

In his daze, Leon sees the leader of the men pointing at something and telling one of the others to go get it. The leader is smoking a cigarette and grinning at Leon. The man walks over to Leon and bends down to face Leon, the dark room and the cigarette light giving the person a look of madness, grinning and laughing. He opens his mouth, the cigarette hanging in the corner while he talks.
"Justice finaly caught up to you, Leon Gvardia.. How does it feel? To be caught due to your own greed and lust for wealth.. How does it feel to know that you will die in a dark place like this?"
Leon growls through the gag, not really intimidating considering the position he's in..

One of the men comes back with a red can. The leader takes it from him, opens it and smells the fumes coming out of the opening. "Ah.... Love the smell of gasoline in the evening!" Leon's eyes opens wide as he understands what is going to happen. The leader walks over to him and puts the red can down. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and bends down to eye level with Leon. He holds the cigarette up infront of Leons face and moves it back and forth slowly. He slowly moves it towards Leons forehead, Leon struggles to keep his head away, but ultimately fails. The shriek of a man in agony fills the abandoned warehouse.

The gasoline smell is filling the air, drenching his clothes and it burns in his eyes. He tries putting himself in a differant place, but is quickly brought back to reality by a kick in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. "Hey! Dont go day dreaming on me, Leon! The fun is just about to start..." The man bends down again and moves to Leons ear and whispers into it. "You know, this is true justice, this is how we deal with scum like you... If we took you to court, you would have gotten life, but you would be alive.. That is not enough.. We would have to go through the hassle of gathering evidence on you aswell.. This way is faster, easier and real justice.."

The leader reaches into his pocket and grabs a zippo lighter and opens it, then whispers into Leons ear:" Remember the name of the man who killed you.. The man who brought justice to your wretched self... Alan Demarest.. ". He cackles slightly, then lights the zippo lighter, takes a step back and throws it at the gasoline drenched Leon. The gasoline and the fumes immediately catch fire and swallows up Leon. The cries of pain echoing through the warehouse.

You creep me straight the fuck out...
I'm getting a restraining order on you.

[Cero]

You creep me straight the f**k out...
I'm getting a restraining order on you.

Thank you!

[Leon.]

That's okay, I got an even better one.
Reserved