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*the sniper lens breaks as you hear me laugh from behind you* *you turn around to see no one there*
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Huh? Shes pulling that magic **** on me.
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*SUdenly you are grabbed form the back (but it aint my tehcique) and thrown away from your sniper rifle* Ah. good sal. always fidns the fun first. havne tseen him fince the reunion on MArs. Jorge Biscouits. Assasintation specalist formt he Nova 7 chemcial combat unit.
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Just because... im a spartan you would kill me...
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*jorge* Exactly. *starts walkign towards you compitely calmed*