Man, today was a long azz day.
In a surprise twist of events, a meeting was called early by the no halved group. The man behind the intercom spoke with less anger and more urgency, "Since the lot of you have decided early today, I assume you all have come to a uniform decision this time instead of being all over the place like cats in the rain?"
The person who incited the early meeting stepped on forward. Upon a moment of inspection it was a jazzy sounding lion who rose to speak, "Hmmm, not completely I should say. Only half us could decide, I called this meeting because it seemed like the most productive action to take. 4 of us want to nominate the man known as "suttonmitchell." It seems most proper to kill him off since he hasn't offered anything thus far, more like cannon fodder if nothing else. Perhaps he is one who conspires against us, but clearly being outmatched has shunted him."
The intercom went silent for a few minutes, clearly the man was in thinking about the proper course of action. Perhaps it was the lion's sliver tongue combined with his enthralling voice that persuaded him in his next action, "Hmmm, considering the outcome of the past few days, perhaps you're right, perhaps not. Which is why I'll make this exception for today. "suttonmitchell," it is time to meet thy maker."
"suttonmitchell," like the other few persons before him, was engulfed in a bright ass light. And as such, the screen popped up showing him a white room, being scanned. The other side of the intercom was silent through the whole process.
After a minute the video on the screen no longer showed him hoisted on a catapult. While a catapult being used was interesting enough, where the catapult and its unlucky passenger where located was like, I dunno, about 1'000'000 times more interesting. Part of the screen showed an up close shot of the red haired man, another part of the screen showed a zoomed out picture of the moon with the complex attached to it through unknown means.
Through the intercom a alarm and countdown starting from 10 could be heard, along with hasty breathing. On the screen, the man could be seen desperately trying to get out of his predicament, the only kindness shown to him was a provided space suit with limited resources.
As the count down reached its final seconds, the man out on the moon could be seen going limp, clearly accepting his fate and waiting for it to be over.
"4...3...2...1...0... ALL SYSTEMS GREEN, LAUNCH!" Everyone could clearly though the high definition screen his horrified face as he was violently launched into the bleak and pitch black darkness of space. The whole screen now focused on the red haired youth as best it could. It was able to keep track of the man for a good three minutes, showing the terrifying ride he was on, violently flipping forward nonstop, and if one focused hard enough, they would notice the vomit sprayed into the helmet.
With the man gone from view forever, all they could was ponder "suttonmitchell's" impending death. Would he be captured by earth's gravity and plummet to a crushing death? Would be torn apart by the all the space debris in earth's orbit? Or maybe by stroke of luck he would miss everything else and float endlessly in space allowing him to come to a slow and peaceful death through suffocation? Who knows? He could end up being flung into the sun in a few centuries.
With the "show" now over, an inaudible expletive could be heard over the intercom with smashing sounds heard seconds later. Clearly the meeting was over.
suttonmitchell - Reno (FFVII) - Turks Cannon Fodder [mafia goon] was flung into the abyss of space along with a mysterious death
Day 4 official end, Night 4 starts now diggty dawgs!
Random Stream Viewer wrote:Maybe he won't win... maybe this is real life, nobody wins.