No-one posted above me. So clearly they are the murderer.
No-one posted above me. So clearly they are the murderer.
Leaving the cabin to talk outside on cellphone to boyfriend, gets nabbed by a Tigmafuzz who is sporting a paper bag over his head with eyeball holes cut out and drags her out to the shed behind the house. The rest is history.
Zombie bear. No more needs to be said.
He survives to the very end, kills the Murderer with an Ice pick just before being killed himself, and then takes off the Murderers mask to see....
his own face
DUN dun DUN!
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Pecked to death by a duck.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
killer eyeball sharks
Weeping Angels.
Signature by rubah. I think.
I don't get killed, I'm the last one standing. I bet you Foa would be too.
So, the killer is either myself or foa, basically.
Locky tries to kill FOA by stabbing her in the chest, but his own chests bursts open and he realizes he's stabbing himself because... he and FOA are the same person!
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
From giant Tetris blocks falling from the sky.
Dark hallways and Pyramid Head.