Posted March 13, 200520 yr If you were Jigsaw' then what torture would you commence against someone? Person: Donald Trump Torture: Make cuts all over his body, make him have no clothes *Since he's an ungrateful bastard*. he will be tied up in strings, and the only way to escape is a sewer door. Probelm is, that sewer door is locked. There is a gun in the corner of the room. The key is in a bathtub filled with salt. 4 hours until the tub starts filling with water. This means Salty water. 1. Have strings tied to his cuts. 2. He will have to pull his body away from the strings to free himself, therefor giving him more pain. 3. Once he is free, he must then pull himself to the tub. His feet have been sliced all over. 4. The floor has no grips. 5. Once he is at the foot of the tub, he must then stick his hand in the salt, gracing every bit of pain, hurredly searching for it. 6. Once he finds the key, he must open the sewer door. Only to find it's swirling with fresh feces from the upperworld. 7. If he wants to live anymore, he shall walk across the slippery edge, slowly, but surely. By now, he has escaped the fate of a salty death. 8. If he falls, he shall eventually die from ecoli. 9. He shall finally come up in Times Square, to be humiliated and shamed. Hysteria has taken him over in a short amount of time. Other Scenerio: 1. He opens the door. Another small door also opens, with the 357. Colt Python tucked in nice and clean. 2. He holds the gun over his head to kill kimself after downing the sewer walking challenge. 3. Only to find out... There are no bullets. 4. Dementia eventually causes his brain to decay. Donnie dies in an attempt at cannibalism. Hope that appeals to you. -Shotgun Spy-
March 13, 200520 yr wait... the room fills up with salt water and the sewer is not supposed to drain the water? :wtf:
March 13, 200520 yr i would first touch the pussy k? then finger, and s mell it to see if its fresh? smell it again? then taste that jont? taste like tuna ok lets hit it? dick in the butt cos shes a slut now i facefuck cocksuck? done i hit it and quit it and she dies cos i put acid in vajyna? AN DI PUT A JIGSA SINE ON HER BUTTCHEEK WITH SAWDERING IRON AND MADE IT HURT BAD?
March 13, 200520 yr OK PART 2? then i touch the senses with smell on her asscrack? she smells it and so do i so i put listerine mouth wash down crack and catch it in my mouth? then i gargle for 30 seconds and do it again? QUICK TO JAB? shes out then i hump leg and secks the earlobe?> WAM BAM KABLAMOOOOOO? she has babies and i have headlice?
March 13, 200520 yr That post was actually kind of cool in a fucked up way... do another one. Do G.W. Bush this time.
March 14, 200520 yr Author I'll think of one for G.W. tommorowizzle. for now. it is- (please, many apoligies for my punctuation, my laptop kryboard is teh suxX) person: Jenna Jameson Description: The room is hot and humid. It was made so that sweating was a constant danger. A door is abound, but it is locked tight. the key lies in a fault of metal, which can only be burned open by acid. The key is under the fault. The point of this scenario is fighting the moisture loss of pleasure and orgasms. 1. Jenna wakes up to find herself sat down. She doesn't know what. 2. mr. Clown-bot comes along with the creepy laugh. "Hello sunshine. fight your pleasure to escape. 3 hours and 59 minutes remain." 3. A shock flows on her underside. She finds out shes on a Sybian! "after the time is up, acid inside the sybian shall spew into your vagina, flowing to your ovaries and bloodstream. You will die horribly, and painfully. Fighting your pleasure means that you will not die of sweat in your attempt to escape. 3:58:29 remains." 4. The sybian has been saughtered with 30 pound weights. 5. She must pull herself (And the sybian) over to the fault. - her clit becomes swollen with fury and misery. 6. once that is done, the Sybian shall erupt in the tine allotted, burning the fault open, to reveal the key. 7. she gets the key, and finally gets through the door. 8. DormaGen (Non-lethal, AKA Tear gas) fills the room. 9. K.O. 10. she wakes up in her estate, not knowing where she was or what put her there. Other Scenario 1. She is not able to free herself from the 90 pound sybian. 2. Acid flows through her bloodstream, sending her into shock and cold sweats. 3. she eventually feints of a condition where the body is without moisture, and eventually the brain also decays from acid. 4. Her body burns... - Death. 5. decomposition. 6. cringing and compression of tissue. 7. Police won't know a thing. G.W. shall come later on. A's: If she pulled herself from the sybian *Instead of letting it fall into the fault* Sensors of pressure shall cause Sarin gas *Instead of Dormagen* to fill the room. No I have not seen the ending of Saw. But I was damn close. Shoes, leave this communitty right away. You don't know what posts can become of you. And your posts were sucky, and unreadable. :fawkd: I AM PROUD TO BE ACCEPTED INTO THE MYG0T COMMUNITTY! Thank you all. Remember, G.W.. But I need an idea of torture *besides a maze of doors that unlock with the correct answers of mathmatical algrothrims, maybe I'll use that*. Maybe after that, I'll do Bill Gates, and after that, perhaps Old Man Petterson. These are all people I have great respect for.
March 14, 200520 yr Keep doing them haha these are awesome. I want to hear G.W. Bush. Do the guys from Good Charlotte as well.
March 14, 200520 yr nice work. welcome to hell. fist of all, tigger is probably a 12 year old who wears black trenchcoats i can tell this because he would use such a GAY PHRASE AS "WELCOME TO HELL" fist of all, the poster sucks a penis at english and should give up trying to live in the western world and stick to driving horse buggies fist of all, these stories all suck
March 14, 200520 yr Scarface']This is one creative thread' date=' psot more k[/quote'] I agreee, nice job, continue with more.
March 14, 200520 yr theMinkey']fist of all, tigger is probably a 12 year old who wears black trenchcoats i can tell this because he would use such a GAY PHRASE AS "WELCOME TO HELL" fist of all, the poster sucks a penis at english and should give up trying to live in the western world and stick to driving horse buggies fist of all, these stories all suck http://www.livejournal.com ???
March 15, 200520 yr Shotgun, first off, in order to think of these you need to be innovative and strategical, you've got that covered, also have a knowledge of things that the human body needs.. more than water and food for your dumb fucks.. covered that.. and last but not least.. a mind in which to place them together and fuck it all and get this.. one day I'll do one, but for now, I'l let you enjoy your own sickening and corrupt fantasies in your own mind.. on that not.. Good job buddy, you= cool with me.. but I'm no one, so, oh well!
March 16, 200520 yr Author Apoligies, my laptop froze up last night... I'll try and do it now. Person: G.W.B. Description: An Isolated office building. 1 dial is on each door. Each room has 3 new doors to unlock. Area: An Isolated and locked down underground parking lot; Hot; Dry; Without proper fresh air nor moisture. 1. Bush wakes up in his last clothes worn (God forbid he didn't have them on; really) 2. Clownbot appears behind him, sending him into a series of deep and hard breaths. "Hello Mr. President. Did I sneak up on you? Well good. Since for that, you have approximatlly 4:56:26 seconds, by my calcualations. Have you studied your math lately? Or have you been spending your after school time at the sweetie shop? Well here's the point. You have 3 chances to escape by solving the correct problem listed on the door. If you fail those three, then this area will be locked from the other world above, and you'll shortly run out of oxygen. And you need breath to think. So get Cracking Mr. President. Since right now, if you valued life, then perhaps you wouldn't destroy it. 4 hours, 55 minutes, and... 43 seconds remain. Get cracking on your Final Exam. Open book." 3. With that, the president turns around, and three doors are there. Left, Right, And Forward. L = Division R = Addition S = Subtraction 4. He takes The Straight door, solving it with ease. Walking through, he hears a voice in the air. "Hope that was easy. Now open your book and keep munching those numbers, instead of munching our economy." A dest to the left is spotted. It reads "Math Theories And Discoveries: The College Math Book" And now it was much harder. Each door the president took, it grew more diffucult and complicated. So he kept on going straight. Powers... Geometry... Logarithmetic... Trigonometry. When he finally solved the next problem... 5. Walking thorugh the door. He comes to a dead end. And then a body swoops down from the ceiling. Bush holds his hands in respitory *partly* recovery. (Hard breaths, panting, recovery of normal heart rate) "Oh. Look at the we old man holding his chest. With that little experience, your lifeline has been cut by an hour. Sometimes you must take a diffrent path than the one that seems most logical. 3:40::56 seconds remain. Tick-Tock George boy." 6. Now the president walks behind him, and begins taking a random path through the doors. He starts a diagonal path through the mathmatical maze, eventually ending up at 3 wooden doors, instead of plaster. All read "Economical Values." S = When a depression comes, do you lower prices by decreasing values of products? If not, list your answer. L = A bomb has destroyed your country both physically and economically. Farmland in many states has been destroyed by Russians and the reformed Nazi's. What action should you take? R = The candy sales are to high. What do you do to decrease them? (All of these problems are VERY logical and EXTREMELY solvable. I'll give ten points and a gig worth of lesbians if they PM me AT LEAST one answer.) 7. He takes the right door first. Typing his answer into a boxed in computer console. He finds a drawer, opening it to reveal a key. "3 minutes remain prezzy. Can you feel the heat down in your soul? If not, then bounce faster." (Referring to breathing and heart rate) He takes the left door. He chose the answer War... And 3 seconds later, A MEGAHORN WAS BLASTED IN HIS EARS FROM THE CEILING. "Wrong answer president. 1 minute." He tries again. This time he typed the answer "Treaty and Peace Nagotiations." The door opened to reveal a doornob. "30 seconds." 8. The final door. He takes the little time left, and answers the question *correctly* with all his might. By now, he was on the floor panting like a dog. He slits the doornob into the revealed door, and inserts the key. He drags himself out, right before all the doors are barricaded with Steel. "You pass president." He ends up on a street, heading to the local police station.
