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1. Pick up the item from the previous post.
2. Somehow commit suicide with it.
3. Drop a random item.
4. Let the next player go.
5. Have fun!

I'll go first: I pick up Conan's watch and I shoot myself and die from an allergic reaction. I drop Conan's bow-tie.
(Note: Next player has to somehow commit suicide with the bow-tie and drop a random item.)

Edit: Not Mafia related.

I tied the bowtie on a little too tight and...

...as I fell to the ground, strangled, my handkerchief fell out of my pocket. :X

I thought the handkerchief looked like a tasty snack, so I tried to eat it, and...

...it turns out it was covered in cyanide.  I dropped my pocketwatch as I fell to the pavement.

I use it as a timer for a bomb and the bomb has a premature detonation.

I drop a grenade.

The grenade is already live, so I die from the explosion when it hits the ground.

Somehow, my calculator survives the blast unscathed.

Little did I know when I picked it up that the calculator was actually a complicated device rigged to set off a series of chain reactions leading up to the release of a grand piano from the roof above me.

I barely had enough time to toss my nail clippers away before my skull was crushed.

i eat the nail clippers and chocked till death.

i drop my earphone with cable 5 meter long ( the earphone for watching TV)

Yep Xpon dropped a earphone. But why did he drop it in a construction area? That a great way to get stream rolled. A button falls off

As I walk by the construction site on the way to the cafe, a peculiar button rolled out onto the sidewalk. I picked up the button and put it in my pant pocket, hoping it was a similar button for another jacket that I have. A street performer was playing a wonderful tune that I decided to give him some change from my pants for the entertainment. As I tossed the coin high up towards the performer's guitar case, I realized I gave the button instead of a coin. I lunged for the button and hit a pedestrian. As I look up to apologize to her, the button bounced off of her body and fell straight into my mouth. The button was made to be an instrument of doom: just small enough to get in, just big enough to become lodged in my throat.

As I gag to my death, the pen in my pocket rolls out of my jacket pocket.

the pen lodged into the ground, pointy end up. i tripped and fell on it, stabbing myself in the heart. while trying to break my fall, an playing card (ace of spades) slipped out of my sleeve.

I pick up the card, hungry like hell, and eats it! It gets sticked in my throat and I suffocates to death.

As I die, I think about reading my last story and picks out a my note pad.

I start writing on the note pad and It becomes a best sellling novel. Millions love it. I make millions.

But with the money comes enemies. There are those that after my money, and then there are the few who do not like the novel, and one of these likes playing Mafia. So they go sailfish fishing and catch a huge one. Then through some kind I trick, I am fooled into being at a certain place by a certain time. I show on time thinking one thing. But the person in the dark is thinking something else completely. And the next thing I know I am knocked out. When I awaken. the crazy fan tells me why this is happening and what is going to happen next. They let me see the huge Marlin hanging over my head and explain in great detail the trap. They show me the burning candle and the cliche rope near it. They tell me the whole thing has been setup to burn very good. First the Marlin with its extra weight will stab me and then a few minutes later a great fire will destroy all the evidences. It looks just like one of those old 60 Batman end of part one finishes. Well to end this story, it works, and the killer get off killing me without anyone being the wiser. He did his job so well that the only thing left is ash and dust.

Maybe I made this one too hard. Just wanted to find out if anyone had some major imagination. Anyway another one picking up from where I left off:

Joe came in to work. He was not happy about having to clean up after that major five alarm fire. That fire was just so quick that in minutes the whole place seem to be gone in seconds. Anyway, as he was leaning on him shovel, he did not see the water that had collected over night. Jim, his friend was getting ready to take a rest and just set his jackhammer down as he was working on digging up the sidewalk for the new pipes the city was putting in. The two sometimes worked near either other, but it was rare. So Joe was happy to see Jim. As the place where the fire had taken place was real muddy, Joe had removed his shoes and was shoveling in just his cotton socks. And Joe always seem to find the wettest spot, and today was no different. He found his self standing is a small puddle on water. Jim was on break and had just put the jackhammer down. As he planned to returning as soon as the city finished washing the debris down the street. Well, unknown to most the jackhammer had a exposed wire and now that the city was washing the street, the water covered that bad section of the jackhammer. And as the water traveled, the current went with it. Joe was unlucky that the wash water went in all directions and, yes it did come see him. He was soon to be in for a shocking time. The shock that hit him sent a hair tie far into the air.

So with a hair tie...

"Another job gone!" I sighed as I looked downwards walking along the crowded street. A piercing scream broke me out of my trance as a hair tie landed on my head. Interesting little green band that had fallen on me, I thought. As I aimlessly wandered the city, I played with the hair tie; I pulled on it; I twisted it. As I kept on going, I shot the hair tie across the narrow street and hit a lady on the face. The lady, thinking it was an insect, kept swatting around her until she collided on a foodstand, making all the fruits roll around. I laughed hysterically, swaying around without any control. I hit a lamppost and fell onto the street, where an unsuspecting driver stop just after the wheels ran across my body.
Luckily, the pair of odd suspenders given to me by an old-looking (yet handsome and young) inventor, which could stretch itself up to 100m and retract back to normal size, was undamaged on my waist.

walking down the street, i noticed these incredible suspenders and decided they would be excellent bungee cords. so i jumped off a rather tall building, not realizing that the building wasn't quite tall enough. as i bled to death on the sidewalk, my glasses smashed into the ground next to me.

No elaborate story for today.

I picked up the broken glasses and brought it home. With the left end of the glasses made to rest on my ears, I punctured my lungs. Slowly, my life drained away until I wasn't.

In my dazed state, I fumbled around the house and clutched onto a clothing iron as I breathed my last.