The hunter stood, transfixed. He knew this fallen. How? It had been months and months... His Raze Lighter knew her more intimately... and yet here she stood. Alive. Breathing. Speaking English. Our hero sat behind the ancient Vex architecture, scouting out his prey from nearly a half mile away. [i]This won't be easy... She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't even be breathing...[/i] He retrieved his ancient pre golden age items from his satchel; he dusted off his Sony Walkman and inserted a battered cassette tape. Then headphones. This battle would take some motivation. He silently charged, concealed in smoke, with dope ass tunes blasting through the brain matter in his skull. [i]
Straight outta Compton, crazy mother-blam!-er named Ice Cube
From the gang called -blam!-z With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off...[/i]
Your role as a moderator enables you immediately ban this user from messaging (bypassing the report queue) if you select a punishment.
7 Day Ban
7 Day Ban
30 Day Ban
Permanent Ban
This site uses cookies to provide you with the best possible user experience. By clicking 'Accept', you agree to the policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.
Accept
This site uses cookies to provide you with the best possible user experience. By continuing to use this site, you agree to the policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.
close
Our policies have recently changed. By clicking 'Accept', you agree to the updated policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.
Accept
Our policies have recently changed. By continuing to use this site, you agree to the updated policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.