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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/21/2016 4:30:55 PM
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[b][i]Spoilin' for a Fight?[/i][/b]
[i]At the gates of the Dojo, the familiar hulking metal figure stood, observing. His heavily modified T-60F armor and X-01 MkVI helmet were painted a gunmetal grey, they eyes glowing a reddish color. Blood was splattered across his mask, and a blue phoenix had been painted onto the chestplate of his armor. Two belts of .50BMG rounds crossed his chest, and a gunbelt crossed his waist, holstering two revolvers. A large combat knife sat in a boot sheath on the side of his leg, and an M1911 sat in a shoulder holster on his left. A long, tattered American flag hung from his shoulders, gently swaying in the wind. Atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha-male deathclaw, atop his right, a machine gun. His shoulder-mounted M2HB sat in a safe position, and all other firearms aside from one were holstered. Alex Wilson had heard about this building tension between the Dojo and the so-called Extragalactics. He had been a part of both, having friends in both places. He wanted to know what was going on, and more importantly, he wanted to know who started it. In his hands, an old sawn-off lever action rifle, a .45-70 Gov't. The weapon was a relic, beatifully crafted from wood and metal, plain and not too showy. He intended to cap whoever had decided to -blam!- everything up.[/i]
[spoiler]Open. [/spoiler]
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Who are you? [b]i'm behind you[/b]
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Come on tubbs. It's Wilson.
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... [b]tries my hardest to remember[/b] [spoiler]I know you're an old member but I don't remember you[/spoiler] [spoiler]were we friends?[/spoiler]
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Dammit tubbs...
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*Zane shouts* "That's my line!"
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Wait, what was your previous username? [b]fourth wall breaks[/b]
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[b] picks up the pieces [/b] -blam!- u tubbs! I've been working hard on that.
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Stop trying pal. You do know someone is at home right now making me say this right? [b]fourth wall disappears[/b]
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God damn it
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The asshole who made me? BC. That prick.
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xBadCompany338x. Then Blackjack. Now this.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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[b] astrid is at a different position [/b] He doesn't look not happy.
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*a short woman with blueish green scales and jet black walks up but she get close cause never seen him before* "Um hi uh who are you?" She says nervously *damn he's tall she thinks to herself* [spoiler]she's 5'3" [/spoiler]
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[i]He turns to her, standing at a solid seven foot in his power armor. Looking down at her, he speaks. He sounds rather upbeat, his voice filtered through the helmet.[/i] I'm the God-damn mailman.
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"Um that nice well it nice to meet you i guess"she says confused.
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New I assume? Well, newer than me...
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"Yeah and your really tall" she says as she looks up at you. "My name is leyla"
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Leyla. Nice name. I'm actually not all that tall, I'm pretty average. Suit makes me taller.
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"Thank you and oh you but a lot people around here are taller than me"
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*Zane walks up, his classic Buster Sword on his back along with his Gunblade, holstered behind his cloak. A .44 can be seen holstered on his right leg, along with a compartment that is closed* "That armor seems familiar.....Jackson?"
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Naaaaah. Think haaaarder. Like, back in the day harder, like, I warned you dumb mother-blam!-ers that June was pyscho.
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 5/21/2016 5:37:04 PM[spoiler]is this the father or son?[/spoiler] "Yeah I remember that, I hated her from the beginning. I wanted her dead."
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 5/21/2016 5:45:48 PM[spoiler]Neither. This is the OG Wilson.[/spoiler] You remember that bitch but not me? Come on, man...
