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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/24/2016 1:41:27 AM
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[b][i]All Nightmare Long[/i][/b]
[i]Luck
Runs
Out
Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn
Still life
Incarnation
Still life
Infamy
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[b]Deep in the Forest, Two Miles from the Dojo Gates[/b]
[i]The sound was deafening, the flash intense. Trees around the site were blown back, charred, and then the silence set in. From out of the shallow crater, a single figure walked forwards, and then came the second blast. A bang, a flash again, and a second, more bulky figure walked forwards. Walking forwards and out of the crater, the two figures were obscured in the darkness of night.
Both were cloaked, the first first bearing a hood to his, his body completely covered. The second bore a long cape-like cloak, tattered and torn. As they walked away from the blast site, the eyes of each of their helmets lit up, the bulkier figure's a hellish orange, the slimmer figure's a cold blue. Together they walked forth from the blast, off into the cold night, snow falling all around them. [/i]
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[i]Considering the spike had not and was still not near a path, the men would have a ways to go to find him. The other was still nowhere to be found or seen.[/i]
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[b]The two different groups, being in two different locations to make searching easier, split up into three. The group of 12 that exited the dojo, split in and half and went away from the path while the other six countied walking [/b]
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[i]The path was empty, as was much of the forest nearby the pathway. However, those further away found that that single spike was growing closer. The other was still nowhere to be seen.[/i]
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[b]The group kept onwards, following the spikes as best they could [/b]
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[i]The large one appears to be closer, the other then reappears behind them, close to the gates.[/i]
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[b]The squad on the path turns, heading back while the second squadron, in the woods follows the larger [/b]
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[i]Upon arrival to the gates, there is a single lone figure, covered in a black cloak which appears to be fairly worn. From beneath the hood, a pair of glowing blue eyes. Turning to face the group, he did not draw a weapon. Meanwhile in the woods, the squadron stumbled upon a large figure, who was not covered by a good, his cloak upon further inspection was some sort of old flag. Atop his shoulder, a massive minigun, and plenty of munitions and other weapons were visible on his person. Turning to face the group, he did speak.[/i] Holy sh*t y'all have guards now?
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The first squadron slowly lowers their weapons "Howdy stranger" [b]The second squadron does as well, lowering their weapons [/b] [i]"Yeah we do. Very sophisticated" [/i]
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[i]He observed them calmly, and did not speak immediately, but upon noticing them lower their weapons, he spoke, voice filtered and metallic.[/i] Is this the Dojo? [i]The hulking figure simply gazed at the guards.[/i] So, uh, hook me up with that stuff, man. Always up for more free guns and gear! [i]he said.[/i]
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"Yeah it is!" [b]The second squadron seems confused at what he said [/b] [i]"Pardon? You want free shit?"[/i]
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Last time I was here, y'all had plenty of gear, right? Like an armory and sh*t? [i]the hulking figure asked.[/i]
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[i]"Not for free certainly" [/i]
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Bleh. Paid membership's a cheat. [i]he groaned.[/i]
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[i]"Membership is free now. All are welcome" [/i]
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Well I ain't one to associate for just associating, I like the gear, man. I ain't a free gun. [i]He said, unimpressed.[/i] [i]Meanwhile, the other figure stood silently, perhaps warily.[/i] Entrance is earned through combat, is it not? [i]he asked.[/i]
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[i]"A free gun? People would still pay you for taking jobs if you are wondering." [/i] [b]The second squadron chuckles, thinking it's a joke but fall silent [/b] "No. Not anymore. Now all are welcome"
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[i]The fully cloaked figure was silent.[/i] I see the customs have changed, then. [i]The bulky figure laughed.[/i] Good sh*t, glad to see that at least I'll be employed.
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"Yeah they have. Quite alot as well." [b]The squad with the burly one begin fanning out [/b] [i]"I DUNNO. There's not much work here anymore. Few things here and there but not much" [/i]
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What's wrong? You get the message about who I was? Don't worry I actually like this place. [i]he said as a jest.[/i]
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[b]The squad chuckles at that [/b] "So who are you anyways?"
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Ever hear the name Wilson? Or maybe The Courier? Yeah that's me. [i]he said proudly.[/i]
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"You're still alive?" [i]"Heard a rumor you died."[/i]
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Do I sound f*ckin' dead to you, bro? [i]he asked, cackling.[/i] I ain't met anyone bad enough to kill me anyways! Jesus that sounds cocky. Does it sound better if I say that I just know when to leave after I get beat? Ah to hell with it you get the point... I think.
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"Yeah I understand well enough"
