I'd put it in a Gym bag then take my heli out for a "spin" across oceans. SADLY my gym bag fell while helicoptering over the Atlantic.
and metal pipes would turn into hydronium ions and hydrogen gas...Foxi4 said:The Pi said:What if the drain gets clogged? surely it won't completely dissolve?
@Raika: Skills
No cloggin. It would dissolve completely when given enough acid. The only problem is that I'd have to make sure if the pipes are metal or not, plastic pipes would heat up and melt.
I see opportunities for witnesses to see your strange behavior and report it to the police. Will there be no one who sees you slash your tires? Will no one see you carry the body in his house? Will no one see you leave a now burning house?Argentum Vir said:For a serious answer, if I killed someone in a fit of rage, I would have no chance of a premeditated disposal plan. If I whipped a gun out and shot him, I would have to make sure to do whatever quickly. Also, the place has an effect on what you do. Scenario: I make a move on a guy's ex girlfriend, he knocks her out, and since I like this woman, I beat the living shit out of the guy and knock him out. Keep in mind, I'm behind the restaurant because I was making out with her. Still mad, I see a glass bottle in the garbage and beat him and cut him until there is no way that I could have reconcile. He's starting to gush, so I grab that garbage can and use it to maximum effect. Then I clean up the small pool of blood and clean up the glass with my jacket. Starting to think, I then place a note in the girl's pocket that tells her, he beat her, and then knocked me out as well. I know where he went and tell her I'd tell the restaurant owner what happened and ask him to call the police and stay with her while I make a run to the pharmacy and grab a few medications for pain and smelling salts. After taking the unconscious woman inside, I come back out and grab the garbage can and take it to his car. Thinking on my feet, I slash my tires to blame it on the bastard, and provide an excuse to say that I had to walk and that's why I took so long. So, as I drive, I figure out where this guy lives and take him to the place, and then I decide to make it look like an accident. So I bring the body in and extract it. Making sure to place it somewhere the blood won't seep. I find a candle Which I light, and then I knock it over onto something combustible (I wipe it clean before hand). As I walk out, I wipe the door knob clean. I then take the trash bag and trash can with me (I dispose of it later). I also removed the smoke detector battery and put into a draw (After gingerly eliminating all of my presence). As I make sure the house is burning and the body has been consumed by flames, I call the fire department and tell them that I was driving by and saw smoke. Tell them the address and leave. I left the car in the garage where it will burn too. I call an acquaintance (That no one knows that I am friends with) to pick me up at the the Pharmacy where I was now headed. After getting the drugs, I then get him to drop me off half a mile from the restaurant. Where I walk back too, and then I start spinning the lies from there. Making sure to keep my story straight.
Eh, you can never tell what sort of situation you're gonna be in. Where you might have done it. How much sanity you'd have and such.
Suuuure you haven't.The Pi said:Before anyone asks: no, I've not killed anyone.
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Again, I've not killed anyone.
Therein lies the problem with killing people in fits of rage. You have no predefined plan, witnesses are plentiful, and your sanity will be on edge from then on. Guilt knows no bounds. This is the problem with speculation. We aren't all cold blooded killers, not all of us have predefined plans to follow (If you do, there may be something wrong with you), and if your like me, the guilt will destroy you more than that jail cell and butt [censored] will. At a moments notice, most of us would just lose it and throw it into a dumpster and walk away.ineap09 said:I see opportunities for witnesses to see your strange behavior and report it to the police. Will there be no one who sees you slash your tires? Will no one see you carry the body in his house? Will no one see you leave a now burning house?Argentum Vir said:For a serious answer, if I killed someone in a fit of rage, I would have no chance of a premeditated disposal plan. If I whipped a gun out and shot him, I would have to make sure to do whatever quickly. Also, the place has an effect on what you do. Scenario: I make a move on a guy's ex girlfriend, he knocks her out, and since I like this woman, I beat the living shit out of the guy and knock him out. Keep in mind, I'm behind the restaurant because I was making out with her. Still mad, I see a glass bottle in the garbage and beat him and cut him until there is no way that I could have reconcile. He's starting to gush, so I grab that garbage can and use it to maximum effect. Then I clean up the small pool of blood and clean up the glass with my jacket. Starting to think, I then place a note in the girl's pocket that tells her, he beat her, and then knocked me out as well. I know where he went and tell her I'd tell the restaurant owner what happened and ask him to call the police and stay with her while I make a run to the pharmacy and grab a few medications for pain and smelling salts. After taking the unconscious woman inside, I come back out and grab the garbage can and take it to his car. Thinking on my feet, I slash my tires to blame it on the bastard, and provide an excuse to say that I had to walk and that's why I took so long. So, as I drive, I figure out where this guy lives and take him to the place, and then I decide to make it look like an accident. So I bring the body in and extract it. Making sure to place it somewhere the blood won't seep. I find a candle Which I light, and then I knock it over onto something combustible (I wipe it clean before hand). As I walk out, I wipe the door knob clean. I then take the trash bag and trash can with me (I dispose of it later). I also removed the smoke detector battery and put into a draw (After gingerly eliminating all of my presence). As I make sure the house is burning and the body has been consumed by flames, I call the fire department and tell them that I was driving by and saw smoke. Tell them the address and leave. I left the car in the garage where it will burn too. I call an acquaintance (That no one knows that I am friends with) to pick me up at the the Pharmacy where I was now headed. After getting the drugs, I then get him to drop me off half a mile from the restaurant. Where I walk back too, and then I start spinning the lies from there. Making sure to keep my story straight.
Eh, you can never tell what sort of situation you're gonna be in. Where you might have done it. How much sanity you'd have and such.
troll;Depravo said:I wouldn't dispose of it. I'd keep it and treasure it forever.
Argentum Vir said:Therein lies the problem with killing people in fits of rage. You have no predefined plan, witnesses are plentiful, and your sanity will be on edge from then on. Guilt knows no bounds. This is the problem with speculation. We aren't all cold blooded killers, not all of us have predefined plans to follow (If you do, there may be something wrong with you), and if your like me, the guilt will destroy you more than that jail cell and butt [censored] will. At a moments notice, most of us would just lose it and throw it into a dumpster and walk away.ineap09 said:I see opportunities for witnesses to see your strange behavior and report it to the police. Will there be no one who sees you slash your tires? Will no one see you carry the body in his house? Will no one see you leave a now burning house?Argentum Vir said:For a serious answer, if I killed someone in a fit of rage, I would have no chance of a premeditated disposal plan. If I whipped a gun out and shot him, I would have to make sure to do whatever quickly. Also, the place has an effect on what you do. Scenario: I make a move on a guy's ex girlfriend, he knocks her out, and since I like this woman, I beat the living shit out of the guy and knock him out. Keep in mind, I'm behind the restaurant because I was making out with her. Still mad, I see a glass bottle in the garbage and beat him and cut him until there is no way that I could have reconcile. He's starting to gush, so I grab that garbage can and use it to maximum effect. Then I clean up the small pool of blood and clean up the glass with my jacket. Starting to think, I then place a note in the girl's pocket that tells her, he beat her, and then knocked me out as well. I know where he went and tell her I'd tell the restaurant owner what happened and ask him to call the police and stay with her while I make a run to the pharmacy and grab a few medications for pain and smelling salts. After taking the unconscious woman inside, I come back out and grab the garbage can and take it to his car. Thinking on my feet, I slash my tires to blame it on the bastard, and provide an excuse to say that I had to walk and that's why I took so long. So, as I drive, I figure out where this guy lives and take him to the place, and then I decide to make it look like an accident. So I bring the body in and extract it. Making sure to place it somewhere the blood won't seep. I find a candle Which I light, and then I knock it over onto something combustible (I wipe it clean before hand). As I walk out, I wipe the door knob clean. I then take the trash bag and trash can with me (I dispose of it later). I also removed the smoke detector battery and put into a draw (After gingerly eliminating all of my presence). As I make sure the house is burning and the body has been consumed by flames, I call the fire department and tell them that I was driving by and saw smoke. Tell them the address and leave. I left the car in the garage where it will burn too. I call an acquaintance (That no one knows that I am friends with) to pick me up at the the Pharmacy where I was now headed. After getting the drugs, I then get him to drop me off half a mile from the restaurant. Where I walk back too, and then I start spinning the lies from there. Making sure to keep my story straight.
Eh, you can never tell what sort of situation you're gonna be in. Where you might have done it. How much sanity you'd have and such.