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BRIE LARSON: The only sound in the tiny room, hidden away somewhere deep in America, was the gentle tinking of the tiny hammer on the end of the orbitoclast as it drove through the eye socket of the unwillingly unconscious Brie Larson. As the medical icepick was speared into the brain of the world-famous prominent celebrity, it permanently severed her prefrontal cortex, rendering her little more than a docile beauty for the men of the world look at. The doctor performing the lobotomy, and the group of very rich men funding him, were all confident this permanent mutilation would finally fix the problem of extreme feminism the far too outspoken star had been spouting all over the world.
MAISIE WILLIAMS AND SOPHIE TURNER: PARIS HILTON: TARA STRONG: After stealing the celebrity's treasured life, he tore open her expensive red dress and lacy black bra, pumping his stiff cock between her fat tits six times. His victim's sightless eyes were the perfect target for his cum, and with a groan he splattered his seed over her slack purple face, giving her the first of many posthumous tributes she would earn. LINDSAY LOHAN: ESME BIANCO: Jack's face set into his sneering, sadistic Joffery character as David Benioff shouted to start filming. He quickly lifts the crossbow to his shoulder and pulls the trigger. Esmé felt a pit in her stomach, knowing something was wrong as soon as she heard the heavy TWANG from the deadly weapon. The bolt hit home, spearing her knee and shattering her kneecap, ruining it forever. She didn't need her lifetime of acting to scream in bloody horror and pain. She couldn't form words as she stared in shocked surprise at the feathered shaft shuddering in her knee, her breath coming in frantic gulps. Her eyes watered and she was about to shout for help from the crew when the second bolt TWANGED out of the crossbow, piercing her other leg's creamy thigh, spearing right through her artery, causing rivulets of crimson blood to flow freely from her fat thigh. Already the blood loss was affecting her, her trembling mouth kept trying to form words, but only frantic and senseless begging came out. The famed actress' watery eyes darted around the set as she begged, but to her horror she could see a number of the male crew with their cocks out, stroking themselves at the sight of her torment. Jack Gleeson himself had a raging erection, Joffery's pants bulging with his arousal. David and Dan were both sitting in their directors chairs, murmuring quietly to themselves, discussing the scene as it unfolded, dismissive of her clear plight. She sobbed with light-headed tears as crossbow bolt after crossbow bolt pierced her supple body as it dangled from the bedposts, until finally Jack Gleeson sent a final bolt straight through her breast, sinking its deadly path into her heart through her natural tits. The redhead's body finally loosens entirely, her face drooping forward, and her eyes unfocusing with death. The last thing she heard in the mortal world was the sound of vigorous clapping, and the director shouting "CUT, that's a wrap! Good job, Jack!" ROSE LESLIE: They mock ran through the attack on Castle Black scene a dozen times, and finally it had come time to actually film. Everything came together and Rose felt ecstatic, the good feeling that a job well done gave her. Everyone hit their marks for the single-shot scene of the courtyard battle, culminating with her dramatic stand-off with Kit. She stood on her marks on the set, pointing her bow and arrow at her beloved boyfriend - in character, and out, for they had been dating secretly for months. They'd be married soon, she knew. For now though, she focused on her facial emotions. That's where this scene would be sold. Her face twisted in anger, regret, betrayal at Kit as Jon Snow. She felt the conflicting emotions of Ygritte at how she wanted to kill Jon but couldn't do it when the time came. The steel-tipped arrow shot from behind her ripped through her back, lethally piercing her heart. She was already dead, she just didn't know it yet. Rose's expression switched to pure confusion as her green eyes dropped to the gory arrowhead protruding from her breast. She didn't even really feel the pain, instead a strange numbness was spreading through her body. Her legs lost their strength and suddenly Kit was beside her, catching her as her body crumpled bonelessly. The last thing her confused eyes saw was Kit Harrington smooth her red hair from her face as she expired in her beloved's arms. David Benioff stood from his chair and dropped the script onto the seat, his hands coming together to clap wildly, "CUT! Good job Olly! Good job Jon! Everyone, you did perfect. Don't worry about the bitch's lines, we'll add it in post." |
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