MSPaint WHN - Fall 2011 - WINTER 2012 REVEALL!!!!!!
01-24-2012
, 12:45 PM
kokiri changes our perspective:
And apparently FBB is really good at hiding his traces and leaving behind scenes of suicide!
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You work the night shift, you get used to seeing some crazy stuff. Cases that make no sense, victims and villains you can't hardly tell apart. You learn to yearn for the long lonely nights when the sun rises on a shift spent reading yesterday's news in someone else's discarded paper. When the phone rings, your heart drops a little.
I dropped the receiver back in its cradle, yawned & stretched. I grabbed my coat, took one last swig of cold coffee and was ready to head out. Some uniformed schmo had run across a guy in an alley. Only thing was, guy had cut his own legs off with an axe. And stuffed them in a dumpster 50 feet from where he died. Just another friday night.
Originally Posted by kokiri
You work the night shift, you get used to seeing some crazy stuff. Cases that make no sense, victims and villains you can't hardly tell apart. You learn to yearn for the long lonely nights when the sun rises on a shift spent reading yesterday's news in someone else's discarded paper. When the phone rings, your heart drops a little.
I dropped the receiver back in its cradle, yawned & stretched. I grabbed my coat, took one last swig of cold coffee and was ready to head out. Some uniformed schmo had run across a guy in an alley. Only thing was, guy had cut his own legs off with an axe. And stuffed them in a dumpster 50 feet from where he died. Just another friday night.
01-24-2012
, 12:51 PM
WinEvryRacex paints a dark picture of the scene our new hero comes to:
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You arrive at the scene of the crime. Upon examination you find the report to be true, the wounds to the body were self-inflicted. The corpse has no identification, his blood soaked jeans contain only a note with some sort of riddle you cannot decipher.
What drives a man to hack off his owns legs and stuff them in a dumpster, you wonder to yourself as you jot down the details in your notebook. Though you doubt anything useful will come of it, you prepare to question the driver that ran the poor man over.
Originally Posted by WinEvryRacex
You arrive at the scene of the crime. Upon examination you find the report to be true, the wounds to the body were self-inflicted. The corpse has no identification, his blood soaked jeans contain only a note with some sort of riddle you cannot decipher.
What drives a man to hack off his owns legs and stuff them in a dumpster, you wonder to yourself as you jot down the details in your notebook. Though you doubt anything useful will come of it, you prepare to question the driver that ran the poor man over.
01-24-2012
, 12:56 PM
hibiscus gives us a detailed report by Ian Michael Knott-Wright about the amputee driver. The plot thickens, as it gets more and more confusing 
hibiscus also was kind enough to send me another version for those of us that can't watch videos with copyrighted music on youtube:
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Originally Posted by hibiscus
01-24-2012
, 01:04 PM
Biggerboat goes into detail regarding the crime scene investigation...
...before showing us who is behind that luminous paint all over the prostheses wearing victim.
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Originally Posted by biggerboat
As the first officers on the scene began to unroll the crime scene tape to cordon off the ever growing crowd of onlookers, Detective Rock Hardly arrived, sirens blazing. Hardly, a 30 year veteran, had seen it all…………………….or so he thought.
Hardy commanded a crime scene like no other. He was slow and deliberate in everything he did. He punctuated his movements with an occasionally “uh-huh” as if he could actually see how the entire night had unfolded. The other officers were mesmerized by the legend at work. Even the crowd sensed that they were in the presence of greatness.
As he leaned over the charred, tattooed remains, he suddenly felt a tug from behind. It was a dog – a collie, pulling on his shirt ever so gently. The dog obviously wanted the attention of the detective. The dog released Hardy’s shirt and began barking.
“What is it girl?” one of the officers said.
The dog began barking, but it was much more. She seemed to actually be trying to talk to Hardy.
“She’s trying to tell us something” the second officer said.
The dog let out a series of barks. She then repeated the barks.
“Timmy?” “Timmy is in the well?” exclaimed a woman from the crowd. “Yes, she’s saying that Timmy is in the well!”
The dog barked a bark of disgust. She then repeated the original series of barks.
“I’m sure it is Timmy is in the well”, the lady said once again.
The first officer quickly chimed in “the whole town went on city water 5 years ago. I don’t think there’s any more wells. Besides, I don’t recall there being any Timmys around here, do you Jack?”
Jack, the second officer replied “Well, there’s old Tim Jackson down the road but I’d think he was smart enough not to go jumping in a well. Plus, he’s pretty old – I doubt he goes out of the house much at all any more.”
The dog began barking again.
A rather large man further back in the crowd confirmed that it did indeed sound like “Timmy is in the well”. However, he wasn’t quite sure it was exactly “Timmy is in the well”.
“Maybe it’s one of those ticklish gibberish questions.” Another man said.
“Song title maybe – Gimme Shelter?” a voice from the crowd uttered.
“Farmer in the Dell!”
The dog, frustrated beyond belief, began howling. The crowd quieted and once again the dog repeated the original bark sequence.
Jack looked at the first officer. “I can never get those ticklish gibberish questions”. “Yeah, me neither”, the second officer said as the dog began getting more and more frantic.
Rock, who seemingly had been ignoring not only the crowd and the other two officers, but the loudly barking dog, while continuing to examine the body, slowly stood up, pulled out his service revolver and aimed carefully, firing a single bullet into Lassie’s head.
“Somebody call animal control”, Rock mumbled as he went back to the task at hand.
Hardy commanded a crime scene like no other. He was slow and deliberate in everything he did. He punctuated his movements with an occasionally “uh-huh” as if he could actually see how the entire night had unfolded. The other officers were mesmerized by the legend at work. Even the crowd sensed that they were in the presence of greatness.
As he leaned over the charred, tattooed remains, he suddenly felt a tug from behind. It was a dog – a collie, pulling on his shirt ever so gently. The dog obviously wanted the attention of the detective. The dog released Hardy’s shirt and began barking.
“What is it girl?” one of the officers said.
The dog began barking, but it was much more. She seemed to actually be trying to talk to Hardy.
“She’s trying to tell us something” the second officer said.
The dog let out a series of barks. She then repeated the barks.
“Timmy?” “Timmy is in the well?” exclaimed a woman from the crowd. “Yes, she’s saying that Timmy is in the well!”
The dog barked a bark of disgust. She then repeated the original series of barks.
“I’m sure it is Timmy is in the well”, the lady said once again.
The first officer quickly chimed in “the whole town went on city water 5 years ago. I don’t think there’s any more wells. Besides, I don’t recall there being any Timmys around here, do you Jack?”
Jack, the second officer replied “Well, there’s old Tim Jackson down the road but I’d think he was smart enough not to go jumping in a well. Plus, he’s pretty old – I doubt he goes out of the house much at all any more.”
The dog began barking again.
A rather large man further back in the crowd confirmed that it did indeed sound like “Timmy is in the well”. However, he wasn’t quite sure it was exactly “Timmy is in the well”.
“Maybe it’s one of those ticklish gibberish questions.” Another man said.
“Song title maybe – Gimme Shelter?” a voice from the crowd uttered.
“Farmer in the Dell!”
The dog, frustrated beyond belief, began howling. The crowd quieted and once again the dog repeated the original bark sequence.
Jack looked at the first officer. “I can never get those ticklish gibberish questions”. “Yeah, me neither”, the second officer said as the dog began getting more and more frantic.
Rock, who seemingly had been ignoring not only the crowd and the other two officers, but the loudly barking dog, while continuing to examine the body, slowly stood up, pulled out his service revolver and aimed carefully, firing a single bullet into Lassie’s head.
“Somebody call animal control”, Rock mumbled as he went back to the task at hand.
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Originally Posted by biggerboat
Meanwhile…………………………………….
01-24-2012
, 01:11 PM
switch0723 changes the scenery to a foreign planet, where huge pump wearing women keep alien and misformed robot pets, and the prosthesis painting ants dream of taking over planet earth instead of spending their life at the assembly line:
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Originally Posted by switch0723
01-24-2012
, 01:19 PM
aaronk56 spots a difference between the MM monsters:
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Identical Mickey Mouse monsters towered over the chained sad black stick people. Suddenly red rays shot from the Mickey Monsters eyes. The monster weren’t the same after all, one was much, much worse.
Originally Posted by aaronk56
Identical Mickey Mouse monsters towered over the chained sad black stick people. Suddenly red rays shot from the Mickey Monsters eyes. The monster weren’t the same after all, one was much, much worse.
01-24-2012
, 01:22 PM
01-24-2012
, 01:23 PM
