The Ninja Epidemic
You drop to your knees to plead for mercy. "Please don't kill me." You beg of them. They don't reply. You're not even sure they understand what you're saying. They continue to approach you.
One of them draws a sword, the other stands back to allow his comrade to take care of this.
He touches the blade to your throat, it is sharp and the steel us cold. A warmth spreads from the crotch of your pants and you realise that you have pissed yourself. "Just don't kill me," You tell him, "I'm real sorry your friend got run over, but I wasn't even driving! I had no control over it."
The ninja pulls the katana away from touching your throat and you feel a momentary twinge of hope. You lose that hope quickly when you see the blade was pulled from your neck to be raised for a strike. The blade comes down upon you quickly and your death is almost as painless as it is swift. The pain reminds you of a shot of novacane to the gums. Hurts like a bitch for a second, but then you feel nothing.
Your body falls to the street, landing next to your head. You may be a coward, you think with perhaps your last thought, but at least your a dead coward. Oh wait... being a coward only works out if you're alive. Now you're just a coward. Well, you may be a coward, but at least... Uh... Yeah, there's realy no positive way to look at it.
One of them draws a sword, the other stands back to allow his comrade to take care of this.
He touches the blade to your throat, it is sharp and the steel us cold. A warmth spreads from the crotch of your pants and you realise that you have pissed yourself. "Just don't kill me," You tell him, "I'm real sorry your friend got run over, but I wasn't even driving! I had no control over it."
The ninja pulls the katana away from touching your throat and you feel a momentary twinge of hope. You lose that hope quickly when you see the blade was pulled from your neck to be raised for a strike. The blade comes down upon you quickly and your death is almost as painless as it is swift. The pain reminds you of a shot of novacane to the gums. Hurts like a bitch for a second, but then you feel nothing.
Your body falls to the street, landing next to your head. You may be a coward, you think with perhaps your last thought, but at least your a dead coward. Oh wait... being a coward only works out if you're alive. Now you're just a coward. Well, you may be a coward, but at least... Uh... Yeah, there's realy no positive way to look at it.
