The rules are simple: plot the demise of the next poster. Then whoever posts must think up a way out of it and plot the demise of the next poster. And so on.
Ah-ha! Now that >>2 is in that barrel rushing towards Niagra Falls, I can take over the world without his continual interference!
Despite his commendable nature, your tiger is very old. His teeth have become dull, his claws don't fully extend anymore, and his poor old bladder makes him sleep most of the day. Escaping him is like a very slow walk in the park.
I crush >>19, the poster literally below me, with my enormous buttocks.
Ah, nice kitty. Even the best training is secondary to neurochemistry; a few drops of essential oil of catnip should throw 'em off the trail.
I apply them to >>19.
I was on the far edge of the area of effect, and thus escaped with only minor injuries. Seeing as I'm here and everything.
After grinding down MODD's squashed remains and boiling off the water to make a fine powder, I have the perfect agent with which to poison >>22's junk before he has the chance to inject!