Death is at our doorstep

If you thought One Missed Call was scary...wait til you see My Messages [1].

Posters at a message board for sports journalists are relaxing and wasting time one Friday night...until they start receiving messages from a poster named Death, who tells them the date, time and details of their demise. Even scarier: He's figured out a way to send messages to those who have blocked him. Will the Webmaster save the posters who usually torment him? Or will he let Death run amuck?

Tagline: PUTTING HIM ON BLAST WON'T SAVE YOU!

 

Do you vote for the Darwin Award or do you take pride in the Darwin Award because it honors your most creative work?

 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I have a new message!

If I don't come back, make sure to tell IJAG and 21 I loved them, and to give Dooley the gift certificate I owe him from our bet three years ago, and to spray the bottle of piss sitting here all over, well, you know.........

 

Killed by death, baby.

 

Still here.

oh shit! another new message!

 

DEAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!!!

That's just Maggie, Grandpa.

DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!!!

That's just the dog, Grandpa.

 

In ur lief, enden it
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That's quality work, Dools.

 

Thanks. And that may be your last compliment....ever.

 

http://deathclock.com/

Like SportsJournalists.com, one of my favorite Web sites.

 

On the other hand, we have someone to blame when kittens are killed...