He parked a large, roofless, flatbed truck in the school's underground parking lot with the keys in the ignition. In the open bed of the truck he had the school's cheerleading squad chained together where he had been slowly starving them into insanity, their clothes were filthy and no longer fit well and they all had scars around their throats, assuming he did something to their vocal cords because they were unable to make any sounds.

So one of the few remaining students sees this truck with the keys in the ignition and climbs into the driver's seat thinking he can use it to escape, when the cheerleaders attack him from behind, dragging him backwards over the seat into the bed of the truck with them where they proceed to tear him apart with tooth and nail, flat out cannibalizing him.

In the end, the principal was sitting at the head of a huge classroom, with the corpses of the students in various stages of decay either hung from the ceiling with chains or stuck onto chairs behind the desks with metal stakes running from the floor, through their chairs and into the chest cavities to keep them in place. Was a large room and there was at least a hundred corpses in there.

The corpse of the girl he killed last was all sliced up and hung above a rotting skeleton stuck behind a desk, some organs fell out of her sliced up stomach and knocked the head off the skeleton below her, causing some noise as the skull hit the floor.

The principal did a "Shh!" like a librarian then once the skull had stopped rolling and it was dead quiet again, he opened up a huge textbook and began reading aloud his first lesson.

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All because he wanted the perfect class, to him a school is not a place of noise and play, it should be a place of quiet and listening, where students do not speak, they just listen and learn. He explained as much to one of the students as he strangled her. With everyone dead and at his attention he can finally run the school like he always wanted to I guess.

Tegadil feels this dream would make a great B-Movie, I agree, if for no reason other than there should be at least one movie in this world with a squad of insane, starved, cannibalistic cheerleaders with their vocal cords cut out.

I must admit I can't help but appreciate the neat little detail in the Principal turning cheerleaders, who's very job consists of shouting and making noise, into his own silent little killing tools

So, anyone else have a really screwed up/cool/whatever dream they want to share?

Vorago fucked around with this message on 12-02-2007 at 06:59 PM.

It was pretty lame.

Your dream will probably eventually be a Rob Zombie movie.

Would be a bit cliche, but good.

Then I was driving some sort of bus with a cannon where the "School Bus" sign was and firing it at a train full of zombies.

The bad thing is.. I'm not kidding.

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Mortious had this to say about Jimmy Carter:
I had a dream that all of you were different coloured anime robots and we went around the galaxy in a Star Destroyer solving crimes.

The bad thing is.. I'm not kidding.

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What color was I

this is important.

All I remember is I was the black one, which either meant I was the cool one or that I was the token black minority comedy scapegoat.

Yeah.

RON PAUL

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And now, we sprinkle Tarquinn liberally with Old Spice!
Someone explain this Ron Paul thing to me.

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Apparently, all the kids are into him. I don't know exactly why.

kinda like maradon

Let's face it, post-baby boom generations just don't give a flying fuck about politics. period. They're awfully loud about what they believe, but when it comes time to drive out to that voting booth the silence is deafening.

Those of this generation that do care about politics apparently believe most of the shit that Ron Paul has to say, myself among them. You wouldn't know it, though, because none of their goddamn peers bother to fucking stop for ten seconds to contemplate their political beliefs, much less vote.

This leads to a small group of extremely fanatical, literally progressive constituents who rightly feel utterly locked out of the political system. Enter a candidate saying the things they believe for a change, and HOLY SHIT IT'S JESUS COME AGAIN LAWDY LAWDY.

Unfortunately, these folks are so extreme that they usually aren't able to settle for half-measures, and so when Paul doesn't win they end up staying home on election day and sulking, thus feeding into the cycle of apathy that brought them to this situation in the first place.

And I mean good Hollywood-quality tits. Or at least decent tourist-grade hooker tits.

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Vorago had this to say about pies:
So, anyone else have a really screwed up/cool/whatever dream they want to share?

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This was several weeks ago. I remember it because when I woke up I literally just blurted out 'What the fuck?!?' after.

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I dreampt I was on a cross-atlantic plane flight to England that was horribly delayed, and the staff were all dead tired, the pilot almost fell asleep while landing the plane, etc. This was especially bad as Bruce Willis was a passenger on the plane, and the plane's staff were conversing with the control tower about that.

Then when we landed and got off, apparently my hotel reservation was mixed up and they gave the room I wanted to Bruce Willis, so I had to go spend the night at another hotel. In that other hotel some really huge (Like, 10' tall or taller) bellhop kept running over to the window because he wanted to see the celebrity and it was pissing me off because I took off my jacket and gave it to him and he lost it. The bellhop also got in a huge snowball fight with some other guy and ended up pissing off some of the hotel's patrons because the snowballs kept hitting them in the faces while they were trying to sleep. My room was a massive three-story-tall room with glass-sided staircases all over. I didn't like it at first because I wanted more privacy but then I drew a big curtain that somehow turned into a wall and it made things better.

Then the next day, I was walking down the sidewalk and I suddenly realised that despite having flown to England and having not flown back, I was suddenly in Las Vegas. I kept getting lost trying to find the entrance to a university, so I called up Callalron and he gave me directions. I got there and was sitting in a waiting room full of people in really huge heavy coats, but the entire place was evacuating because of a bomb threat. Everyone was evacuating into nearby casinos. I went into one of them and the staff started chasing me all around the floor and through hallways and restaurants. I got away and jumped in my car which was parked outside, and started driving but then I heard the warning about the active volcano on the radio. I called up a friend of mine but he said he was under like, 20 feet of ash so he was going to call me back later. Then I had a vision of a fossilized car, but it was like the car's fossilized bones (Like, actual bones). My friend was alright. No clue how he made it out of the car.

After that I went back to the hotel (Suddenly I was apparently in england again) and took a shower, but I kept thinking that english people are really weird because the showerhead was only like two feet off the floor.

There was more but I can't remember it. It was all equally bizarre, though.

Khyron fucked around with this message on 12-05-2007 at 08:49 AM.