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BLAST stressed I'll get this thread…MARK MY WORDS! twisted
Runs around with spray paint and writes graffiti all over thread.

*takes Dougherty's belt (the one from the uniform I swiped from the Cabana Bar), slips it around the middle of the thread, tightens it until the thread is choking and sets the latch. She leaves the thread gasping for breath* twisted

Oh wow, Brat! Good work! I'm impressed! 4laugh

Shadow walks silently up to the thread, with all of its colorful text and lines of descriptive attempts at bringing it to its demise. He walks around it, careful to not bring any attention to himself, at least not until the proper moment. He sees the scars of the various styles of torture, since that’s all it ended up being due to the fact that it still lived. It seemed to be thriving off of the attempts at its being, there were even scars from when it was revived, for what ever reason.
He ran his hand gently along the scars that he had given it and reminisced about his good attempts. “Hope you enjoyed your little break from me.” He whispered snidely to the thread, assuming it didn’t know what he was talking about.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Shadow unsheathed his Dragon Katana and unleashed a furry like no other upon the scarred thread. He diced it and sliced it, tore it and shredded it. He maneuvered all around it, and then into it. He splintered it into hundreds of pieces, only to have the pieces start to multiply on him and attack back. Now he was fighting hundreds of sheets of random text with his katana.

“I wondered what would happen if I were to cut you up like this. Its intriguing that you would actually fight back, but only when in little pieces, never as a whole entity. Perhaps I shall try this virus out, see if it will spread fast enough through your text to kill every last bit of you. If it doesn’t kill you, it will slow you down, and anyone else who tries to kill you. Muahahahaha.” He ranted maniacally as he released the virus onto his katana which started to spread rapidly as he continued to cut up the pieces of the thread.

Slowly, but surely, the thread pieces started to stop attacking, even moving, completely. Now, only time would tell if the virus was strong enough to kill the thread.

Wow still alive. Hmmmm. *raises gattling guns* Eat lead! *unleashes a double spray of red hot lead shreding the thread and everything within 10 feet of the thread* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *The spray continues for several minutes untill both guns start clicking* Hmm. out of ammo.

*stalking from out the shadows of GGG, Icy Reign manuveurs silently through the various threads of booty bars and geezers to the infamous thread that has gained a gargantuan reputation for surviving all attempts on its very life. Smiling crudely at herself, she can barely contain herself for her trial run of thread thrashing.* This is going to be...delicious...

*Setting her goodies bag on the ground beside the thread, she takes out several items including a stethescope and heat-glasses. Placing the stethescope in her ears, she listens for the most vital organs and arteries of the thread. Once she starts finding these key places, she places a rectangle(about two fingers in width) of c-4 at the points.

Once she's gotten all points covered, she uses her heat-glasses to find the threads most vulnerable point of entry. Upon finding this point, towards the far left in the center of the thread, Icy Reign takes her Rallen Sword, makes a surgical inscision about 2 ft in length, and starts fillling thread with "cocktails"(mixture of rot-gut liquor and gas).

After filling thread up to the hilt with these "cocktails", she takes out her makeshift timer(prepaid cell with timer activated) and sets it for 3 minutes, just enough time to finish the outside work and get a safe distance away. Last she connects the wires from the c-4 to her Altoid-detonator and heads for the hills.

With 10 secs to go, she settles back and waits for the fireworks...
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Icy Reign throws the detonator switch(1!) and watches as the thread is blown into the most beautiful and spectacular colors of fire and brimstone.*

It amazes me how something so diabolic and tragic can be so...magnificent...*After a few minutes of gazing in wonderment, Icy Reign disappears into the shadows as steathly as she appeared....

And yet the poor thing seems to be able to regenerate like a bad weed. twisted

*Has a fatal attraction with the thread and boils it in her pot*