How will you die?

[MacPhantom]

Ms. Monster's penchant for mismatched footwear may have been stylish, but it was far from practical. While stumbling down the street one day, struggling to maintain her balance, she failed to notice an open manhole cover. Catching her high heel in a storm drain, she pitched head first into the sewer, breaking her leg in three places in the process. This made it impossible to flee from the swarm of sewer rats that quickly descended on her, but she had plenty of time to lament her decision to leave her Nikes at home as thousands of disease-ridden teeth tore her to pieces. She died with a surprisingly large quantity of sewer poo in her boot.

[Miss Monster]

Mac was watching Friday the 13 with his small dog when he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find a giant serpent with fangs. Macs dog ran out and yapped at the serpent. It was swallowed whole. Mac being such a brave guy, attempted to fight it off with a rake. The serpent overpowered Mac, and put the rake.. on the ground. Before stripping the flesh and muscle off of Macs bones.

[witchy]

Miss_Monster was having a pumpkin chucking party, she didn't even know what hit her, SPLAT went the pumpkin, and off went her head!!

[Ciuin]

Witchy was interrupted during her potion making by the doorbell. Jumping with fright, as she was not excepting anyone, she accidentally added too much hair-of-bear into the cauldron. At the door were week late trick-or-treaters. But being the kind woman that she is, she did not argue and went to fetch her candy stash. As she passed by her potion a mutant baby bear climbed out of the cauldron and mauled her. She was gravely injured, but very worried for the motherless bear. So after handing blood soaked candy to the trick-or-treaters, she gathered up the mutant cub and drove him to the nearest wildlife shelter. She died seconds after putting the car in park.

[Castle]

Ciuin was too busy managing the Youth's chili cookoff in the middle of a green field to notice the homeless man creeping up behind her. Just as she lifted the spoon to take a taste, the hobo grabbed her hand and shoved it into her mouth, stabbing into the back of her throat and severing her spine. The children watched in horror as the homeless man wretched open her skull and fed himself spoonfuls of her soft brain matter.

[Miss Monster]

Castle was working late one night when his boss told him he was being demoted to a janitor. Castle didn't like the sound of that at all. He took the mop she held out to him, and broke it in half. She called security but before she got the words out, Castle stabbed her through the eye socket with the jagged end of the mop. Seconds later security burst through the door and shot Castle in the chest. He died instantly.

[Castle]

Miss Monster donned her captain's hat and pushed the throttle forward. The massive luxury submarine she had just won from a raffle roared as it slowly moved away from the dock and out to sea. Smelling the scent of freshly opened whiskey wafting into the upper bridge, she decided to dive the sub and switch from the engines to the battery power. Loud reggae music filled her ears as she walked down the spiral stairs onto the main deck where he friends were lounging in expensive leather chairs. Shot after shot, she felt herself almost weightless as the sea surrounded them on all fronts. Peering out from the side view ports they could see the ocean floor teeming with life, ranging from small bottom-feeding fish to relatively large sharks. One of her friends, who apparently had an intense fear of sharks, shrieked as a large dark mass approached the vessel from the opposite side. Tenticles suddenly wrapped themselves around the sub, covering all view ports and replacing the soothing view of the sea with massive suction cups made of flesh. In a deafening instant, the vessel was chomped into by the massive beak of the beast, causing an implosion from pressure in the main deck where Miss Monster and her crew were. Their bodies were crushed to death.

[Miss Monster]

You crushed me to death? On the water?? How dare you..

Castle was watching the submarine attack through his binoculars when a giant prehistoric bird swooped out of the sky and picked him up. It carried him over a mountain and finally tossed him down at the entrance to a large cave. Castle crawled inside, hoping to get away from the predator, and stumbled into the things nest full of young. They appeared to be sleeping at first, but then one jumped out of the nest and started gnawing on Castle's arm. He tried to fight it off but the rest woke up and attacked. A few weeks later a mountaineer found the deserted nest, and a single eyeball.. the biggest remaining piece of Castle.

[Castle]

Miss Monster suddenly awoke in a small, dark, coffin-like box. The hatch popped open with a hiss and slowly lifted up, shining light onto Monster's sleepy face. She was in the sleeping quarters of a large vessel operating the first manned mission to Mars. She rose, dressed herself, and read the schedule that listed her assignments for the day. She was to collect Martian soil near the north pole and analyze it onboard her ship, a process that would take hours to complete. Once she was suited up and ready to face the harsh environment, she stepped outside into the red world.
Ahead about a Martian mile she could see where the ice started to form, and farther back completely white. She began walking towards her destination with a sense of urgency; though she was on a beautiful new planet and helming a mission that would change humanity forever, she was thirty million miles away from home, and alone. Her thoughts started eating away at her nerves as she walked. Shadows the early morning sun cast on the rock formations seemed to harbor alien beasts, waiting to feed on their first human victim. In her mind they looked insect-like, something of a mix between a human and a crab. She had no weapons on her person, though she figured she could use a rock as a blunt impact weapon if need be.
She shook her head, almost amazed at how seriously she began taking the possibility of hostile alien life on Mars. Upon arrival at the ice field, she knelt and began digging away at the ice to get to the Martial soil that had not seen the light of day for who knows how long. Her shovel hit a solid object beneathe the ice. Thinking she had hit a large rock, she moved a few feet away and tried again. Still though, her shovel struck against a hard object beneathe the ice.
She fell into the ice face first from a heavy blow from behind. Her face began to sting as she sat up quickly, only to realize her visor had been cracked and a large chunk was lying on the surface of the ice. Paniced, she turned to see what had struck her. Just as her eyes adjusted to what otherworldly creature they were focusing on, she was impaled through the stomach by a strange translucent appendage. She watched in unbelievable horror as she saw her entrails bring sucked from her body through the tube-like arm of the creature. Her vision went blurry as she slumped over the arm of the creature, her internal organs and life fluid now mostly drained from her body.

[Miss Monster]

Castle awoke in the middle of the night, after a series of terrible nightmares. It was dark in his cave but he could already see dawns light. With it, a strange sound. Almost like an accordion being played by a bearded man wearing lipstick. But he couldn't be sure, so he broke the surface. There he found a gypsy caravan tethered to an elephant. Tents were being erected all around by strangers in colourful outfits.
Clowns.
In the dead of night a travelling gypsy circus had settled right over Castle's cave. Castle had never been to the circus, and he looked around in awe.
Suddenly he found himself surrounded by acrobats, fire breathers and the like.
They pushed Castle into a tent and held him down while the bearded lady painted his face stark white with bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks and a comically widened mouth.
The other clowns stripped Castle and put him in yellow and blue polka dot overalls.
Castle didn't know what to think. He liked the makeup and outfit, but wasn't accustomed to seeing so many freaks in one place.
Unfortunately, a mind reading gypsy happened to hear his thoughts, and took offense to being called a freak.
She put a curse on Castle, so that no matter how hard he scrubbed the makeup would never come off, and no matter how hard he tugged.. he couldn't get the clown suit off.
He was given a choice, perform in the circus or die.
Castle decided he didn't want to die right then, so he walked on stage and had pies thrown at him all night.
Just when he was thinking death might be better than having to endure the childrens laughter for another minute, the circus strongman threw a pie with such force that it went right through Castle's chest.
The gypsy who had cursed Castle took pity on him, and ripped out his beating heart, to spare him the agony of bleeding to death.

[Castle]

Miss Monster fell into her bed, exhausted from the intricate operation she just performed down in the basement by joining three people's bodies together, all of the same blood type. They were joined at the back of their heads at an angle and down their spines, and were left in a comatose state to be studied later. The bloody smears across her face didn't seem to bother her at all. Maybe she liked it.
Her eyelids fluttered open. She heard a noise, at least she thought. After waiting a few moments she raised to an elbow and stared out her second story window. Moonlight passed by a leafless tree in front of the window, creating an evil shadow puppet across her bedroom floor. One of the branches must have been scratching the window, she assumed.
Music. She heard faint music in the distance. But her complex was miles away from society. The only way she could hear music that close was if someone was trespassing on her property. She stood and glared through the window, furious that someone would be foolish enough to wander into the field adjacent to the building. On the plus side, however, one more patient would be nice to have in case one of her original three died. A smirk curved her bloody lips.
A screech startled her. She was so lost in her thoughts of surgical torment that the sound jolted her enough to step back. The music was louder. Not enough for her to make out the lyrics but loud enough to hear the basic beat of the song. She opened her window and cast a glance across the field, but saw no one. Thinking to ready herself with sedatives if her trespasser were to enter her complex, she suddenly noticed the music had stopped. She also noticed the tree was too far away to touch the window.
A figure stood directly beneath the window, cloaked in a dark outfit. She almost didn't see him if he hadn't made a sound.
"Hide yo kids..." he spoke.
She was about to shower with him a vat of acid she kept by her bed, but was more taken back by his statement.
"Wh...What th-"
"HIDE YO WIFE." the figure roared as it started climbing the complex wall at an alarming rate.
She shut the window and latched it with a steel bar. Whatever this figure was, it surely was demonic, she thought as she burst through her bedroom door and down a hallway to the room where she stocked her sedatives. The echo of glass shattering rang in her ears as she turned a corner and continued.
"HIDE YO KIDS" it bellowed from deep in the hallway, seeming to shake the walls she was running past. She entered the room, stuffed two hand fulls of syringes into her lab coat pockets, and proceeded down the corridor to the stairway that descended to the basement. Her feet stopped halfway down, firmly planted into the descending step when she saw her pursuer standing at the bottom of the stairs, silhouetted by the hallway light behind him.
"Run an tell dat..." it spoke as it lifted it's demonic head, "...HOMEBOY."
She turned to escape back up the stairs but the figure appeared there as well. It descended a few steps slowly, seeming to mumble something under its breath. Before she could turn again and run, she was grabbed from behind. Arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed firmly, while a second pair of hands inched their way up her neck and latched on to her cheeks.
"WE DUN FOUND YOU" it roared in her ear.
She was impaled through her back and split vertically. One half slumped to the floor while the other slid off the side of the stairs and fell to the bottom.

[MacPhantom]

Castle was chugging on a can of something delightful. But being a cheap b@stard, he was determined to sup on every drop. He tore the can open and tried to stick his tongue inside to lick up the dregs, but succeeded only in lacerating the appendage so severely that he choked to death on his own blood. On the plus side, he wasn't thirsty any more.

[Castle]

Mac was furious. He forgot to let his chihuahua back in before he left for the PranceFest2010, and upon coming home, was unable to locate him. The pound wasn't able to help him, they told him "We only pick up dogs, sir," and immediately hung up. He slowly drove through his neighborhood with his brights on, calling out his beloved creature's name. After a few hours of searching, Mac had all but given up hope. Suddenly his phone rang while he was drying his tears on his skirt. It was the pound.
"Uh, so you were the guy with the thing?" they asked.
"Yes! -sniff-, it's a chihuahua, and she'll only respond to you if you talk in a high-pitched voice."
"Like you're talking to a baby?"
"Yeah, like that." -sniff-
"Uh...well we have a male here, you called it a 'she'."
"I call it a she. You should see the cute tutu I have for her."
"..."
"I'm coming to get her."
Mac floored his vehicle and made a bee line for the pound. Upon arriving he felt extremely uncomfortable standing in a room with large dogs.
"Good heavens! Why do you have horses stuffed in cages?!"
One of the vets glanced at the german shepherd Mac was pointing at.
"That's a dog."
"What kind of evil gene manipulating do you freaks do here? I'm calling PETA. I know Bush is behind this."
Mac felt a pin prick in the back of his neck. His lips and cheeks suddenly went numb. As he was trying to spout Scottish Gaelic curses through his numb lips, his legs buckled. He collapsed with a thud and appeared to be no longer breathing.
"Send that one to Monster. She needs a new patient."

[MacPhantom]

Castle was exhausted from writing stunningly authentic stories. So exhausted, in fact, that he failed to notice that Dick Cheney was hunting quail just behind him. Castle didn't hear the shotgun blast that tore off half his face, but the last thing he heard as his brains leaked out of his shattered skull was the former Vice President demanding an apology from him for getting shot.

[witchy]

Mac was out celebrating & drinking alot of beer. There was a band on the street playing bagpipes, thats when it happened, he started to dance & the mob of people standing close by saw him & threw him on the ground & pummeled him to death!! The whole time they're yelling boy don't wear dresses & you sure as he-- can't dance!!!