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Question: Anybody with a creative mind and who is good with making up storys!?
theses are the only detiles im giving you!.!.!.!.u r in a court room and th judge has just sentence you w/ the penelty death!.!.!.tell me how you got there in there first place why!.!.!.when!.!.what!.!.where!.!.!.you can act guilty or innocent i just want to read your stories!.!.!.u dont have to right it u can plan it out best answer gets 20 points i swear i aint lieing!.!.!GOODLUCK!.!. :-)Www@QuestionHome@Com


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your sister was framed for a murder that took place on her property even though she was in no way involved!. You love her so much that you took the blame and pleaded guilty so that she may live a happy life while you sacrificed yourself!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

I was framed for murdering my cheating husband!. It was actually my hubbys mistress that pulled the trigger and killed the sleazeball!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I got there because I led attempted to overthrow a corrupt government which in the end turned out to be trying to lead an underground slave ring that would eventually rule the entire world with only it's top-most members enjoying life and everyone below them as basically slaves, and no not like Communism, no joke intended there by the way!.

In the end I failed, I led an entire rebellion with over 100,000 thousand members, but the other people in the world were either so cowardly or not caring that they stood by and watched, wach one of us fell, and were either tortured mercisslessly to tell where the rest of the members were, or were sold into slavery, or were killed on the spot and denounced as a threat to people making them seem like the good guys!.

Too bad I was one of the ones questioned!. They found me and a few others hiding in a sewer drain, they had guns, and plenty of hate for us!. I gave myself up and pronounced myself the leader as a type of bargain to keep my other memembers from harm!. Too bad they were taken from me and seperated, I didn't kno where they went but I was lef to a questioning chamber!.

Soon the government led a propaganda war against me and my group, and soon they made an example of me by trying to embaress and demean me on television, the show: My court case, my plea guilty!.

The fancy governent lawyers insulted and did everything in their power to make me feel weak and helpless, but behind my movement was truth and through myself I was able to explain many things!.

I pled guilty, to every accusation!. I led a rebellion against a hostile government bent on world domination, I pled guilty to being one man of a single entity trying to do something alongside many others, and I also pled guilty to living in such a terrible world where it seemed only a few could see good and what was right!.

In the end my speech shed light that could have blinded the evil, but in the end I ended up in a cell, and later killed!. My blood the same color as my friends and family!.

My words did nothing to the weak and cowardly to afraid to stand up for themselves and what they believe in!. Soon every country and person was subject to slavery!. Just as weak and cowardly as before, I was free, six feet under the Earth, not bound by my body anymore but still feeling the sting of what I had done right and wrong!.
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The judge brought down the gavel, and the loud, slamming percussion seemed to be the very beat that brought structure to the rhythm of my insanity!.

(haha! hows that for a start!?)

Quite on accident, I let out a burst of laughter that betrayed the sane, well-mannered facade I had so meticulously crafted for this courtroom!. People stared and I cleared my throat in embarrassment, as if it mattered because I had just been sentenced to death!. So then I had to laugh again!.

Surrounded by the excitable court, with some officer of some rank of some law at my side and me quite alone in my head, I reflected on the events that led me to this position!. Perhaps I was ultimately betrayed by my brainfried partner Stephan who, in all his drug-fueled idiocy, allowed members of the DEA to look in on the most experimental part of our operation!. He practically invited them into our labs and greenhouses with tea and crumpets, and promised them a show and gifts for them to take home to remember their trip by!. Or maybe it was Claire, ever the idealist who became so unrealistic in her visions that she was all too ready to abandon structure, plans, and all the most basic, basic logic that our colony so desperately needed to even be realized!. She had gone crazy too!. They both had gone crazy!.

Images of my once friends and partners materialized into the red oak of the courtroom's interior and the pinks and browns of people's faces!. I suddenly felt disabled with my wrists in cold steel behind me, and thick black trunks of officers' arms locked around mine, because they knew I was already far ahead of them mindwise, finalizing the plans of my escape!. They didn't want to take any more chances with me!. Ha, ha! Their grips tightened!.

Then of course, my heart, the voice of logic and reason, reminded me I could only be here by my own fault!. But where had I gone wrong, heart!? My partners and I had flawless blueprints for the creation of our utopian colony!. And I had kept everyone in their place!. Everyone had their roles to play, and I was sure they were giving me only and all of their fullest, truest potential to be put into building our colony!.

Then it hit me!. Of course, my and my partners were the perfect equal balance!. Everything made sense between us all!. But as soon as the outside world discovered our plans, we were all suddenly aliens to them, escapists, enemies of the state!. They didn't understand why we manufactured drugs!. They didn't understand how we lived according to the laws of an endless cycle, not laws of beginnings and endings!. And we couldn't explain!. They made their minds up about us before their law 'offically' judged us!. They resented us for not having recognized this strange human law!. Humans, making law!? Humans, enforcing law!? They looked at our colony, saw the murder, the drugs, the apparent anarchy, and their law said no!.

When all along, our main vision was to live solely by God's law!.

Oh!. So that is why I am being escorted to Death Row!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I was given a theses to do in college and instead of using my own work I put the question on yahoo answers and got a fantastic idea!.

When I finished college I decided to write a book along the same idea, that became a best seller and an overnight success!.
The person who came up with the original idea contacted me and somehow believed that they were entitled to some of my hard earned money!.
I met with them and they threatened to take me to court for plagiarism!.

I agreed to pay them a small sum of money to get rid of them and they went away happy!.
I got a video tape sent to me of that meeting which showed that I had admited plagiarism!.
Mean while the book receives awards and a great deal of money is offered for film rights and a second book!.
I meet with the blackmailer and he asks for a percentage of the money!. He explains the ramifications of all this if it was ever to go to court!.
Settling on a fair percentage would be the easiest way to proceed but a fair percentage is actually a huge amount of money and I am always going to be easily blackmailed!.

All sorts of ideas come to mind but I am too much a coward to carry out any of them!. I agree to his terms!. We set up a contract with his percentage written into the contract!.

All goes well for six months until he is in a fatal accident!.
The police arrive with an envelope that they recieved from his lawyer that was only to be sent if he died in unnatural circumstanses!.

The media hammer me for stealing an idea and killing the originator of the idea!. The jury just don't believe me and the judge gives me the death sentence!.

ok good luck with this!.!.!.:o)Www@QuestionHome@Com