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From the Blogathon IRC chat:

"Voldy has no nose."

"How does he smell?"

several people in unison: "TERRIBLE!"

"Ah, nothing says sleep deprivation like Voldemort humour!"

...or not.

ONE HOUR TO GO!!!!

I HAS A COOOKIE!

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS!!!!

*gibber*

It seemed like a perfectly ordinary fungal fruiting body. Perhaps cottonmanifesto and urbpan should have been more alert; perhaps they should have noticed the pall of silence that surrounded the sickly purple slimy thing in the woods, the telltale absence of birds, other wildlife or any growing thing within two hundred yards of it. Perhaps they did; but they couldn't ( Read more... )

Little did pointyhairedone know, as he merrily stumped his way down to the pigsties, that the innocent-seeming farm animals amongst which he spent his bucolic days were harbouring a deep, dark secret ( Read more... )

I'm sure I had an idea, back there. And then I glanced at toft_froggy's journal for ideas about how to kill her wittily and topically, and got hopelessly distracted by Trajan's honking great column. I'm fickle that way. A really impressive great column can often keep me distracted all day ( Read more... )

Wooo! Only three hours to go, people! And my eleven o'clock victim is none other than the lovely vatoenglandShe thought she'd been so careful. So foresighted. She never left the house without first scanning for alien technology, never ate or drank anything she hadn't synthesised herself, didn't even go to sleep without switching on the motion detectors, ( Read more... )

Next up: bloolark. In a departure from my usual elaborate methods, she'll be simply shot, stuffed and mounted in a large display cage. The fiendish part comes afterwards, when I take her to the nearest pet store and cunningly hypnotise the owner, who will be entirely unable to avoid speaking the words I put in his mouth.

( It'll go something like this... )

My next victim is my adorable jhovall. For this execution I'll be using a variant of the super strong pheromone spray seen (I think) in the first episode of Torchwood. I'll slip it into your drink, suspended in slow-release gel microcapsules, and once you've swallowed enough of it for the effects to be irreversible, that's when I slap the preloaded ( Read more... )

And now we come to grimprimeI don't really like to repeat myself, but I think my perception filter generator (with added morphic resonance modifiers) is too good an idea not to do to death repeatedly. So, once I've rescued it from the trodden-mud of some Australian rugby pitch, I shall rinse it off, modify its parameters, sneak up behind you in a bus queue ( Read more... )