How you would die in a just world II:
You are bound to half inch thick piece of cardboard with various holes in it placed on top of a thick batch of grass (to drain and soak up the blood of course...wouldn't want to make a mess).
A Tour de France bicycle is suspended into the air with the back wheel placed directly over your forehead.
Lance Armstrong is escorted into the room, mounts the bicycle and begins peddling as the back wheel slowly but surely digs into your forehead.
After a couple of hours of you begging for your life, trying to reason with the executioner to no avail, passing out, coming back-to, and likely a few shock induced heart attacks all layers of skin should now be gone and you should be blinded by your own blood.
Mr. Armstrong is likely tired by this point. He's given a shot of HGH, steroids and 4LOKO and is also told we may allow you to live. This literally and physically makes the anger stronger.
He peddles like his dick (and only remaining nut) depends on it and cuts the top of your head off purely with the friction from the bike wheel. After the top of your head is sliced off an inquiry is made into who misplaced your brain after the decapitation...it is quickly realized that you never had a fucking brain. We're over you in less than 30 seconds.
May you rest in peace.
You are bound to half inch thick piece of cardboard with various holes in it placed on top of a thick batch of grass (to drain and soak up the blood of course...wouldn't want to make a mess).
A Tour de France bicycle is suspended into the air with the back wheel placed directly over your forehead.
Lance Armstrong is escorted into the room, mounts the bicycle and begins peddling as the back wheel slowly but surely digs into your forehead.
After a couple of hours of you begging for your life, trying to reason with the executioner to no avail, passing out, coming back-to, and likely a few shock induced heart attacks all layers of skin should now be gone and you should be blinded by your own blood.
Mr. Armstrong is likely tired by this point. He's given a shot of HGH, steroids and 4LOKO and is also told we may allow you to live. This literally and physically makes the anger stronger.
He peddles like his dick (and only remaining nut) depends on it and cuts the top of your head off purely with the friction from the bike wheel. After the top of your head is sliced off an inquiry is made into who misplaced your brain after the decapitation...it is quickly realized that you never had a fucking brain. We're over you in less than 30 seconds.
May you rest in peace.
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