‘I will die like a hero,’ Hanul whispered to himself, slapping his chest as a salute.
‘I will not beg, or cry,’ he muttered, ascending the steps to the execution platform in glory, the sun at his back, circling his head like a godly halo.
‘TONIGHT- I DINE IN STOP-TAZ-MO-VIL-LAGE!!!!!!!’ he roared, his voice washing over the crowd of villagers like a mighty wave, and they knelt before him, professing their undying loyalty/love.
Hanul woke up with a start, his hand still in a salute in his sleep, a string of drool oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He froze- a strange slurping noise was coming from beside his head.
And as he saw what it was, his eyes widened in horror. From the dim light of the crescent moon slanting through his dusty window, he could make out the faint outline of Jakko’s shadow, the eyepatch and scars still etched on that handsome *coughinHanul’sopinionofcoursecough* face.
‘I-‘ Jakko paused to cough, spluttering out mucus and green sick, and wiped his mouth callously with Hanul’s bedsheet.
‘I brought your favourite …’
He held up the prized cowboy boots as if they were fragile glass, even though they were ripped and maggots squirmed along them.
‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-‘ the victim screamed as he had those decomposing boots stuffed on his feet, and a whip snaking down to draw blood from his fakely tanned skin.
‘I –coughcough- thought you’d enjoy it,’ Jakko spluttered lovingly even as he chained his living partner to the bed.
(No wait, this is taking ages. Fast forward)
(Actually, sack that. I’m enjoying myself.)
Soon, all the zombies that had died previously, (only male. Les femmes were too busy filming the lot to get some extra cash to pretty up their graves) were swarming over the bed and attacking Hanul with sexual zombie hunger, chanting in a ritual…
‘Buttsex… Buttsex… Buttsex… Buttsex… Buttsex!!!’
Tears streamed from Hanul’s eyes even as he begged and pleaded for his un-Spartan-like death to come quicker without the suffering.
Jakko stroked his cheek gently, the bugs scuttling from the rips in his decaying flesh to nibble on Hanul’s bogeys and eyeballs.
‘WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU, JAKKO?!?!’ he screamed, writhing naked on the now stinking and green mucus covered bed that was being chewed on by the numerous zombies that had backed down in face of Jakko’s overwhelming love of kinkiness, and now were having an orgie by themselves in the corner.
‘This will NOT be over quickly.’
He etched a pentagram on Hanul’s face and stomach and licked the blood with his wart-covered tongue.
‘You will NOT enjoy this.’
Sharpening his favourite knife, he roughly skinned Hanul’s arms and legs. It did not help that decay was eating at Jakko’s muscles by the minute, and he did not have the same precision for skinning as he had when he was alive.
‘I am NOT your WIFE!!!!’
With those words, Jakko seized the cowboy boots and thrust the 5 inch heels again and again into Hanul’s chest, mouth, ears, eyes and asshole.
Together with the rest of the zombies, they feasted on his flesh and gorged on his oozing, blood. The sound of his crunching bones echoed throughout the night.
Well, that wasn’t really a lynch, but it has the same effect =]
Summary:Hanul- murdered by Buttsex and satanic rituals
MGS- killed (Sorry, no time to make your death graphic :/ )
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