In this thread, we are a typical 80s slasher flick
 

Let me run as fast as possible. I see the killer behind me and slowly dissapearing into the night. Oh no, the killer is in front of me. I die.

I wonder what's behind this door...

Let us seperate and look for our lost friend.

Why won't this car start? Start car, start... now... hurry... Oh Pleeease... please start. Oh god... start, start, start...

Let's go into this run down clapboard house and see if someone can help us, or let us use their phone.

I'm totally rocking out to some Dokken on my gigantic Sony Walkman Cassette Player with my eyes closed. Everything's going to be A-Ok.

Is this blood?

Ok, I'm a girl. I got great body and a huge boobs. I'm taking a shower. The light turn off. Let me investigae what is going on with the tower just covering my botton and my boob hanging out.

ETA: Happy Kate? :)

I'm black.

I died during the first five minutes.

:(

I'm Asian, I'm in the background and have no role in this movie except as an extra

only one boob? weird.

hmm..the killer is in the house. let me run upstairs to get away from him!

I'm not black, white, or Asian, I don't even get a part. Wait, maybe I can be the killer.

How did you get my cell #... this call is coming from inside the house. Wait, how do I know that?

Wait! There he is, now I'm going to run outside, towards the woods, in the dark.

I think you'll be with us Asian as the extra. We might get killed, but we get killed in the background.

Bethany, you should know better. It's the '80s, before everyone had cell phones clipped to their belts. Car phone, maybe... ;)

<CRASH>

Maybe that was just the cat...

You're right! LOL... I must have been having a nightmare about a phone that followed me everywhere I went. It was terrible! Thanks for waking me up.

The killer runs through the door and kills Asians right in front of the camera, so they won't feel left out.

Hey, no wonder the delivery guy was late.

I wonder what that guy wearing the mask and carrying that bloody ax is doing. I think I'll follow him.

after an arduous struggle, i managed to kill him. let me just turn my back now because SURELY hes dead.

Oh no! He's alive still and he's pi$$ed off at me. I must run. In slow motion. Why, oh why, didn't I wear a bra under my thin, stretchy t shirt???

Oh look, a complete stranger. Let us get him involved so he could be the next one killed. Probably while talking to him, with the blade penetrating his back.

That's a nice red shirt you have on...

(whoops, wrong genre :p )

We got out of the house! Oh wait, we got to back for a minute . . .

::opens doors and walks to the phone::

"Damn, it's dead"

<creak>

::jumps::

Who, who, who's there?

<Meow>

::sigh::

"It's only the.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Instead of going to the local police, let me try to find and kill the killer myself. That is the most logical thing one can do.

I am with my boyfriend. If we "do it", nothing bad will happen to us......

or I am running through the woods, tripping, falling, running slowly and making as much noise as is humanly possible.

Because I decided to wear high heels to this camping trip.

As I camp out under the starts in my silk and lace nightie and perfect hair/makeup ('cause I'm like 15 years old and I'm about to lose my virginity to my really hot senior football star boyfriend) we hear a noise and "Keith" leaves the tent to investigate...

mmm, I see the killer stabbing somebody repeatedly, let me go make sure that he is being killed.

The hot virginal teenager wearing a tight t-shirt, no bra, and high heels to the scene of the crime into the arms of her cool, but misunderstood boyfriend. Despite the terror around them, they succumb to their basic animal instincts. She takes off her t-shirt releasing her enormous, heaving breasts. As she becomes a woman, the killer impales them.

Weird music starts playing...