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9/29/2015 12:08:47 AM
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"The corrupt, who further addictions such as him"
-He points to a nearby drug dealer-
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I pull out a pistol, tip my cowboy hat, and spin the pistol Theron, it just so happens you are doing my favorite pastime. Mind if I join?
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"Just watch how i'll deal with it" -He pulls out a syringe with a liquid and hands you his gun, and put's on his mask-
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I take the gun, grapple to a nearby roof, and observe
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-You see him drop down and walk to the dealer and he starts talking and when the dealer reaches in his pocket he get's injected with the liquid in the syringe and he ties them to a street light-
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Heh. Interesting style. I prefer the classics however. Claws come out of JTs knuckles, and he grapples to a rooftop. Halfway there, however, he grapples a dealer to him, and stabs him midair. I try to be as brutal as I can with dealers.
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"Understandable but watch this now" -He pulls out his tac pad and calls someone- "Yes at 23rd, okay"
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Heh. What're you doing, Theron?
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"This" -You see a ambulance grab him with a cop car following them and they leave- "I had him reported"
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Oh, you... Jail the little shits!
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"Yep and they get help"
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Do me a favor. If you see one harm a citizen, put 2in their damn skulls. I pull out a picture of some people, then put it away I have a hatred for all dealers. All.
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"I will those who I see kill will die"
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Thank you. Did I ever tell you why I hate dealers?
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"I don't think you did"
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Then you better sit down, it's a long story. My dad was a dealer, who supplied to my mother. Daddy räped mother, mother got pregnant and killed dad. She then sold me when I was young to a slaver. That's why I have a cereal number in place of a name. Anyways, I was forced to work. I killed the slaver at 16, and was taken in by dealers. They got me in touch with my girlfriend, who made me a damned cyborg. She got high, tried to kill me, and I killed her. The dealers seen this, and tried to kill me. I killed them, and found my mother. She tried to kill me while high, so I killed her. Drugs killed everyone I ever cared about, and dealers supply that shit. There. My story.
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"Dayum pretty straightforward huh" -He pulls out a soda- "Want one"
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Sure.
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-He hands you a soda which is called grapplemash-
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Thanks. So, seeing as I said mine, what's your story?
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"Well first of all i'm not from here i'm from a world and dimension that's entirly different I was a soldier and scientist I was in a experiment called project safehouse where I was to find a world where my people could settle and restart but during the traveling process I lost my memory and I've made many friends and my brother came through so were together now and they think i'm most likly dead"
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If you're dead, then how are we having this conversation.
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"I'm not though the people I worked for think i'm dead"
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Well, look on the bright side. You can start again, and problems in the past are absolved now.
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"No they're not those I killed won't be brought back to life"
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Well, I must be going. Swing by my place in centra if you need me. Top floor, abandoned gray building, can't miss it. *i grapple away, leaving the picture behind accidentally*
