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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Royal Blade:
12/24/2016 5:10:05 PM
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[b][i][u]Escape, Escape[/u][/i][/b]
[b]Gunships were launching off from the dojo at an alarming rate, cutting down the once proud dojo Guard to nearly a fraction of what it once was.
Nearly Three Hundred Thousand troops were still in the dojo, firing at the zombies from the walls
Another 1,281,927 troops were trapped in the village, fighting their way through the horde like no tomorrow.
The dojo was still secure, and would remain secure [/b]
[spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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[b][i]You saw Donald Trump's PMC cleaning up the straggling zombies, while a large workforce built a wall around the entirety of The Dojo, and Dojoville. He himself, lead the PMC, a modified Vector in his hands. A zombie crawled to him and gripped his leg. Donald swiftly put the barrel to the zombie's temple and blew its brains out. He proceeded. You also noticed a large Trump Inc. Command Center in the middle of Dojoville.[/i][/b]
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[b]Garin and co. ran through the streets of the Dojo until they came to the wall of the Dojo. [/b] ROYAL?! ROYAL!
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Someone throws a pebble at Garin.
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[b]Royal peaks over the top of the wall [/b] "What's up traitors?"
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SHUT THE HELL UP AND HELP US! [b]He fires at a group of zombies chasing his group.[/b]
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[b]The zombies fall Dead and strangely, all the other zombies are dead as well [/b] "You missed it! The apocalypse has already been fixed!"
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"SORRY MAH DUDE!"
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To further ensure the Dojo's security, Q was releasing some stress my literally going banana's with his satellite, blasting ENORMOUS holes in the zombie horde with a wide selection of missiles and other fun things that are considered OP.
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[b]The troops cheered as many guards returned to the Dojo. The orbital shots Har greatly helped them [/b]
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*Continued bombing*
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[b]Maker cut through on the comms [/b] "Sir, you're doing an excellent job."
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"Th-thanks Marker. Wait, how'd you get this com channel?" Meanwhile, The Deity and Anne were almost done getting the zombie dog a friend.
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"This was secure? I hacked in. Wasn't that hard."
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He chuckles. "Yeah, im using a radio frequency. Anywho, you might wanna cover your ears for this next one."
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[b]He does as told, ducking down [/b]
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A thinner missile can be seem dropping at mach 7 toward a large group. One moment they're there, the next, BOOM! No more field, say hello to a bunch of dirt.
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[b]Marker rose from his position [/b] "Well shit!"
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"Ah ah ah, language Marker." A volley of .50mm osmium plated rounds tears through another group, looking like a laser.
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"Yeah sorry." [b]Dojo bombers destroy the streets, and the zombies numbers have thinned greatly [/b]
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At that moment, The Deity and Anne do their thang and all the zombies drop dead.
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"What the heck just happened Sir?"
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"Well, all the zombies are dead now."
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"But, but how?"
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"Marker, my boy, if all your enemies simultaneously die at once, don't complain."
