Killing Spree (Open, if you want)

[Darth Rane]

OOC - I'm making this thread specificlally to kill off charactrers. If anyone has any characters that they're willing to give up, or that they just want to kill, please post here.

IC -

Molten gold hues swirled in whorls and streams, dangerously dancing with glowing crimson lakes in a visual cacophony that was all at once staggering and beautiful. Darth Rane allowed his gaze to slowly pass over each and every one of them, from a safe distance away, never once faltering as he surveyed them each. Unconsciously, his parched lips parted in a slight grin, revealing his yellowed and decaying fangs which glistened with their odd hue in the pale light. Now the only question was:

Who would be first?

[The Dust Bunnies]

"I get all the sucky assignments, I swear." The small dust being shook it's tiny arm in the air, frustrated. It was supposed to find Darth Rane, a man of certain infamy.

The ball of dust walked about on the scorching rocks, muttering awful things about various indivduals.

After a time, he spied a huge mountain of a man... maybe man in this distance. It looked more like a furless wookie. Finally, he neared the massive man, and spoke.

"Hey big n' ugly. I'm looking for Darth Rane."

[Darth Rane]

The Dark Jedi let out an almost gleeful chuckle as the first contestant stepped forward, making the decision for him. Picking it up in one massive hand, the Dust Bunny squeeled in terror. Rane positioned it between his thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze. There was a barely audible *pop* as the creatures head came free of it's shoulders, and he put the small skull into a pocket.

Now... who's next?

[Commander Tla]

Dark Jeedai.. The Vong thought to himself. He mused on that thought for a moment. Was this Dark Jeedai actually a match for him?

His Tsaisi coiled around his arm, wrapped tightly. It was alive, like all of the other Yuuzhan Vong Biotechnology.

He slowly stood up straight. The Commander eyed Rane not far off. He raised his Tsaisi in the air as it hardened into a staff.

<font size=5>"Do'rik Vong Pratte!"

<font size=2>The Vong quickened his pace into a sprint. He headed straight for Darth Rane. The creature was an abomination and an infidel. Hopefully Yun Yuuzhan favored Tla this day.

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Ah... The wonderful world of PKing.

(ic) Jeseth leaned against a wall, grinning in anticipation. Rane's methods were painful, messy, and very artistic. He would wait here, watching as his brother bathed himself in blood. This would be quite an interesting show...

[Darth Rane]

With more speed than anything his size should have had, Rane lifted one massive leg into the air and spun it around, his armored leg connecting with a sickening crack against the side of Cmmdr. Tla's head, interrupting his charge and sending him reeling.

A maniacal look of lust on his face, the Dark Jedi rushed over to Tla's side, thrusting forth one of his clawed hands and shaping his fingers in a circular pattern. The sound was deafening as he buried his hand in the creature's chest, shattering bone and sending gouts of blood splaying across the room. His face covered in the sticky substance, Darth Rane worked his claws even deeper into it's chest, until he reached his goal. Tearing out it's heart with one swift move, he yanked it free of it's confinement and held it in the air like a trophy for a few moments before bringing it to his mouth, shoving it inside sloppily and ingesting the still-beating piece of meat. Moments later, a crimson tongue poked out of his mouth, and he began the futile task of licking his hands clean.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth attempted to hold back his laughter, not being able to supress his sadistic nature.

[Alik Jerriko]

SOUP!!! Strong soup! Oh, he could smell it so strongly, his sensitive nostrils fluttering, his mind taking in nothing but the scent of SOUP!

It had to be a Jedi. Alik broke out into a sprint as he neared the source of the smell-sense he had gotten just a moment ago.

But as he ran, he also senses that whatever there was out there, that was no Jedi. His mind picked up on something.. something... sinister, dark. A Darksider then.

Didn't matter. Soup was soup - but the soup of a force-user of any kind was better. And he'd actually never tasted it before. Maybe this one was more willing.

As he neared the place he could sense the Soup to be, his proboscii extended from the skin-pockets next to his nostrils, for the scent was so strong he could not keep himself under control.

SOUP! Oh so powerful Soup! And it would be all his, this time. All his soup. Perfect, dark, sinister soup.

Oh yeah. All his.

Alik stopped short as he saw the huge ... human?... before him. The Soup scent came from him, but...

This didn't look like something he could just get wihtout a fight.

[Senator Paelotu]

And I shall say, in closing...

..."Lock Box".

It is important for Coruscant. It is important for the whole galaxy!

[Anbira Hicchoru]

OOC: No more man! No more!

Save some PK's for other PK-friendly people (Thinks of a certain large Cizerack)

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Kill them all, let God sort them out.

[Posticon God]

OOC - Oh sure, give me more work.

AN ANGRY POSTICON WANDERS THE BATTLEGROUND. THOUGH HE HAS NO HANDS, HE MANAGES TO CARRY A SABRE.

"WHERE IS DARTH RANE? I HAVE COME TO BITE HIM ON THE ANKLE MANY TIMES, POSSIBLY BRINGING DISCOMFORT AND PERHAPS PAIN."

[Darth Turbogeek]

:: Darth Turbogeek sneaks into the area, looks at Posticon God, then grins sadistically.::

FORCE FRYING PAN

BOING!!!!

:: He looks at his pan puzzled.... there was supposed to be a splat or a crash.... not a BOING. Puzzled and confused, he looked around for Posticon and then noticed it high in the air::

"Ah! Bouncy!"

FORCE PIN!

:: The pin is thrown at high speed::

BANG!!!

:: An explosin like an immense weather balloon detonating rocks the area::

[Teka Kenobi]

LOL, who is Posticon God - Jeseth?