ok, so the party is a wooden spoon, one of those big bad mutha fuckas, played as a big black guy named Bubba persona, the ice tray, holier than though little punk who claimed the freezer was heaven cuz "lol, everything's white", and me, the knife
Our GM's a prick, so we're in the apartment of this 45 y/o never leaves his home type, and he's sexually abused every character in different ways, me and the spoon have handles, and sperm cubes
We. Want. Him. Dead.
We mainly negotiated with other utensils, but it was still mostly up to us
During a period where it's safe to move, the ice cube sneaks out, we'd made a deal with the oven, so he heats him up. Ice Tray creates a puddle, and when fatass is near, wooden spool risks detection by running off the table. It was close, but distracting noise is go.
Boom, fucker slips, and I've been hiding nearby
I charge him and a few glorious rolls later
slit his throat
GM says that that's all the motivation the others need, the ENTIRE KITCHEN joins in and we massacre him, Fridgey finished him off with Icetray riding on top.
Was a great campaign