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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/12/2016 5:13:52 PM
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"It sure as hell looked a whole lot like magic.. But I suppose I could be mistaken.. I'm old, after all. Forty years young,"
[i]The man said with a chuckle, an elongated sigh coming from him afterwards as he forced himself to remember the past. [/i]
"What dya wanna know?"
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[u]What you were fighting, you said it was bugs? That alone sounds strange.[/u]
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"Giant. Fückin'. Bugs. Awful things, really. Reproduce like absolutely crazy, too. Most basic ones walk on four legs, their body being like.. very triangular. Mouth too. Their two 'teeth' are sharp enough to pierce basic infantry army with quite some ease."
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[b]He shudders a bit [/b] [u]Sounds worse then the demons of hell....[/u]
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"I'm pretty damn sure they [i]are[/i] the demons of hell.. But, whatever.. They're lethal and everywhere."
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[u]Well we haven't encountered them here, so where did you fight them?[/u]
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"Several planets in the Sol System. A few times on good ol' Earth. They're in many places.."
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[u]Damn, are they naturally like that or did they mutate?[/u]
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"'Cording to them nutjobs in the science department, they're the perfect bein' when it comes to survival. All thanks to evolution."
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[u]I see, well if they ever show up here I trust you'll be able to help us stop them.[/u] [spoiler]Wink wink[/spoiler] [u]I that you for sharing, I know it must have been hard.[/u]
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"I'll do my best.. And it was hard.. Oh God, I still remember all of them.. Thomson.. Jenkins.. Pippin.. Griff.. Amanda.." [i]Jason shudders from head to toe, his voice having grown softer and sadder the more he had spoken. [/i]
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[u]Hey, it's gonna be alright. I've lost loved ones as well, so I know your pain. The best thing you can do is honor their memory.[/u]
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[i]The man slowly nods, reaching over his left shoulder with his left hand. He grabbed the butt of his assault rifle, and slowly slid it out of its respective leather sheath. He then let it lay in his two open hands, looking at the names he carved into the gun. It were quite a few. [/i] "They're all there.. All of 'em."
