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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
2/9/2016 12:16:54 AM
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Yeah. You. Whoever-
Whatever the hell you are.
[spoiler]To guide our feet into the way of God and Likeness of Hell.
Sounds familiar...
Btw are you also fluent in Latin? Never thought I'd meet someone else if so. [/spoiler]
English
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[spoiler]Lol no. That would be cool though. I used google translate. So your translation was a little rough. Switch hell and God around. And I actually made it up![/spoiler] [b]He bows, seemingly mockingly of a long time past.[/b] Fierce deity...But you can call me KING! Slayer of Giants and dragons, Professional bachelor, swooner of women, Master swordsman and of course... A GOD. Well. At least that's what they USED to call me. If only these blow-guards really knew what I was capable of. MAYBE. They would stop challenging me to there excessive amounts of dick measuring contests! ANYWHO! Who the hell are you "Niagara falls?"
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[i]I reluctantly digress.[/i] Name's Kaden Benton. Though you may know me by my a different name. One that I regret ever holding. I'm the Duskwalker.
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Buddy. Pal. I literally woke up from an eight thousand year sleep three weeks ago. I don't know, or care about if you're a "dusk walker." Now, Niagara, get off your ass! Go for drinks or something! Get laid! Anything! Let's go!
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I'm 354 years old. I used to be possessed by a chaos driven hormonal shit-blam!- known as Apophis. I used to be a Dragon Rider in Alagaesia. I was a serial killer for 176 years, 8 months, and 20 days. I have killed 25,321 people in that time. My wife was slaughtered in her sleep and just had to shoot my best friend in the head mere months ago. I'm not sure if I want a drink, or to waste my time with some slut.
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....so...Scotch then? [b]He begins walking into town. And waves you over[/b] [spoiler]Not getting outta this one![/spoiler]
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[i]I relent, my hand dropping down past my revolver, resting on a synthetic black handle if some other object. [/i] Whatever. Only one, though. I'm not going to let myself get nulled.
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Of course! Wouldn't want little Niagara here to get the munchies! [b]He walks down to a cleaned up pub. Usually Mulligan is serving drinks, but he isn't there today. A fat man reeking of beer lays head down on the table in he corner of the pub. Otherwise. It is only you two.[/b]
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Don't call me Niagra. I pull up my hood as I enter. [spoiler]Sorry if my replies are scarce. I'm playing Reach w/ JJ [/spoiler]
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Well come on! You were a waterfall when I saw ya! [b]He sits down and gestures to the bartender. Who goes behind the bar[/b] [b]He pulls out a seat for you.[/b]
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[i]I grunt, sit down. [/i]
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So. Rainforest. What the hell were you doing weeping around for?
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Like I said. I had to kill my best friend. He was possessed by the same son of a batch that possessed me, and he ordered me to shoot him in the head.
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/9/2016 9:36:49 PMSounds like you got the devil on your shoulder! I know what that feels like... [b]The bartender comes over. Putting a bottle down and two glasses.[/b] Ah! Great! [b]He pours two glasses [/b]
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On my shoulder? I had him in my -blam!-ing soul. [i]I reach over to the other glass, drawing it towards me. [/i]
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Same! Ya. That isn't fun till he realized he was trapped... Hehe... [b]He takes a sip.[/b] [spoiler]Hint hint [/spoiler]
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Okay..... [i]I reluctantly take a sip as not to disturb you. [/i]
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Anyways! What are YOU gunna do about it!? I don't take to no slackers! Don't tell me your just gunna let the big bad wolf take ya down!
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My friend a robes the beast and I shot him in the head with a bullet that sent the damn beast to whatever special spot in hell he gets.
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Well. That's HARDLY killing a demon. All you gave him was a fresh start! What if...I told you we could kill that bastard for good? Ah?! Ya?!
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No. Because then I couldn't torture him. Over and over. I'm stronger than him now. No God, No Demon, can hold me back.
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FANTASTIC! THEN LETS GO GET EM! WHAT DO YOU SAY?!
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Well, the thing is, I don't know where he is, and I'd rather wait till he was somewhat formidable again, because every tiem he attempts to end me, I will beat him over and over, and he can't stop me, no one can. But I'm gonna let him find me, becuase I have an acute sense of whether or not he'll be nearby. [i]I take another sip out of my drink. [/i] Now, If I may ask you, spirit. Where, exactly, are you from, and why are you so upbeat, the shroud of congeniality isn't as think as you believe. I know you want something, so quite simply put, tell me. I've nothing to lose form conversation.
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Well! [b]You start to feel dizzy[/b] I really just want some buds ya know? Some people I KNOW wouldn't betray me... [b]The effects get worse[/b] ...feeling alright there?
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[i]I stand up on the counter, putting my hand on it for support. [/i] What the hell.... Di Immortales... [i]I look at you accusingly.[/i] Maybe the first step to trustworthiness.... Is not spiking... Drinks....
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What! That totally wasn't me! Pinky promise! [b]he holds out his pinky[/b] [b]You feel like you are about to pass out [/b]
