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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/13/2016 7:56:22 PM
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[i]After each of the Unggoy are sent inside, hours upon hours pass. The next day, each is done. [/i]
"Alright, I've given them bones made of steel and the skin around the knees are composed of steel on carbon fibre, the legs are harder to break now."
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Hehehe. Just kidding. Here's your rifles and your credits, okay?
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[spoiler]Dude, I nearly rammed a drill into your head lmao, be careful. [/spoiler] [i]The Marshal accepts the items, and has his NWH guards transport the items inside. [/i]
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Thank you. Here's your payment. *stabs you with energy sword*
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[i]As you try, The Marshal steps to the side with the speed of a man who had certainly upgraded himself. His left hand folds back on his arm and folds around his forearm, as six long, triangular strips come from the hole where his hand should be. They take place mostly around his wrist, creating a massive industrial drill, similar to a Big Daddy's drill. The blade spins in a circle, and the Cowboy looks at you. [/i] "You don't know how badly you just -blam!-ed up." [spoiler]I'm serious, good luck dude. [/spoiler]
