No it isn't. I just got a new job and have been distracted of late, I sincerly apologise to the people still playing the game and will try to wrap this up before uni starts.
The remaining townspeople had stopped leaving their homes. Garbage begun to pile up on the streets, stray dogs roamed around growling at each other to pass the time. Occasionally a bird would chirp only to have the other animals look at it sternly as if to say "Is that really appropriate right now?"
The day was bright. The sun shone glaringly out of the blue sky (as opposed to the green sky? Whatever.) and reflected even more glaringly off of the fresh snow that had fallen the night before.
Supersheep's boots made the crunching noise that boots make when the person wearing them walks across hard packed snow, which was odd since the snow wasn't hard packed at all but rather loose, almost fluffy. He knew he might not be particularly safe, what with all the murders but the streets seemed so quiet lately and he thought he would go mad if he stayed indoors any longer. Just down to the square. Supersheep kept thinking. Just down to grab something from the store and I'll be home in five minutes.
The trip was largely uneventful and Supersheep returned to his home in safety. Once he closed the door behind him he breathed a sigh of relief. A strong hand clamped down on his mouth, an arm snaked around his body holding his arms tight to his sides and a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
"Tell me, friend. Did you ever dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight?"
The fuck? That's from Batman!
Supersheep struggled as he felt his hands being bound with electrical tape. Suddenly he was on the floor, face up and squirming. His legs bound now as well, a strip of tape over his mouth. Panic overtook him and he struggled wildly and struggled even more when he saw the tip of a knife move towards his left eye, ever so slowly. With ease and grace Supersheep's attacker inserted the blade into the bottom of Supersheep's eye socket. The blade was so sharp it almost didn't hurt, until it did. The attacker moved gently, almost lovingly as Supersheep's eyes were removed. He screamed a muffled scream as he felt himself being hauled to his feet. He heard the click of a lock and his face felt warm until a cold wind slapped him in his already throbbing face, cooling the warm blood running down his cheeks. In one swift motion the attacker cut through Supersheeps bonds. Supersheep didn't know what to think, was he being released? Was this some sort of sick message? He felt a sharp, deadly pain in his stomach and he fell to his knees onto the warm wet pavement... Warm? Supersheep began to feel very lightheaded as he reached down, recoiling slightly as his fingers brushed against something slippery and tube-ish. He knew now. He knew he was going to die, even as he scrabbled, grappling with the long, fleshy pipes trying to fit them back in to his gut. It didn't even hurt any more and he let out an aguished scream that was more of a frightened gurgle.
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