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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/19/2017 8:13:31 AM
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[b][i]Loadsamoney[/i][/b]
[i]Standing atop a pile of contorted white corpses, a figure clad in a gas mask and suit stood reloading what could only be an AA-12 shotgun, whistling a cheery tune before hopping off the pile and smashing the head of one of the bodies with his boot. The figure seemed to clash with his surroundings, and his strange appearance certainly didn't help. He began to walk towards the dojo, stopping only to fire rounds off into what could only be described as a walking corpse, the body of which exploded from the brutal shooting, spraying blood and gore everywhere[/i]
"You're pathetic, like a bunch of bloody Milwall fans!"
[i]Wiping blood from the surface of his mask, the man began sauntering towards the dojo again[/i]
[spoiler]Open for everyone, would like to be tested though since its been awhile[/spoiler]
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[i]"... excuse me, sir, but did you just kill that person?"[/i] It was a young, quiet voice, coming from behind the man with the gas mask. If he turned his head to see who it was, he would see Ike; a boy with no more than 13 years of age. Ike was a rather skinny individual, even with his mesomorphic body type, due to a life with minimal food. He had a hair of messy, unkept blond hair, along with icy blue eyes, an angular facial structure, and a pale skin complexion. He wore rather simple clothing; a white t-shirt along with gray sweatpants, and no shoes or socks. His bare feet were covered with dirt, soot, and scars, but the boy didn't seem to care. The strangest thing about him, however, was the black rune he bore on his right forearm. It was a sinister one in appearance, but also in nature; it appeared... evil. Demonic, even satanic, and it was clear that the boy had noticed the brand's sinister nature.
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[i]The man in the gas mask quickly hid the gun behind his back upon noticing the boy, before examining him and speaking[/i] "Depends on your definition of kill and person lad. That Muppet wasn't alive, and I'll be damned before I call one a person." [i]Using his free hand, he picked up the head of his latest kill, showing it to the boy. Pale skin and dark, black distorted eyes, a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, a black fluid dripped from its mouth as the man held it up[/i] "See? Buggers not human. We call these ones cysts. Get paid a pretty penny to put the sick bastards down. They like to swarm in hordes and rip people apart. This one won't be doing that anymore." [i]He dropped the head to the floor and spit on it[/i] "Anyway, what are you doing here all by yourself lad?"
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The boy looked at the Muppet, deciding to take the man's word for it rather than argue. He looked back at the man, hesitating slightly before answering [i]"It's not like I choose to wander around, alone,"[/i] He said, defensive. [i]"Staying inside alone is boring, and nobody's ever around. I'm not doing anything wrong right now, am I?"[/i] He looked at the gun the man had used to tear the Muppet apart, and genuinely hoped he wasn't doing anything that would provoke him.
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[spoiler]Coughbumpcough[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]dont worry I'm gonna reply when I finish my second character ok?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That's fine, thanks man[/spoiler]
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The man heard footsteps behind him. They were getting louder and faster.
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[i]The man quickly turned around, far faster than one would expect for someone of his stature. Throwing the deadly looking shotgun aside the man pulled what could only be described as an abomination of a weapon from seemingly nowhere. Most weapons have some level of polish, or at least look nice. Whatever he was holding didn't. Made of rusty blood coated metal, the weapon had what looked, like a crossbow for saw blades near the top, and the end featured a slowly spinning blood soaked saw blade.[/i] "Show yourself, you bloody wankstain!" [i]The man leveled the terrifying weapon in the direction of the noise[/i]
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When the man turned around he saw... A bunny
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[i]Muffled laughter could be heard from the mana gas mask as he seemed to double over from the hilarity of the situation[/i] "Why in bloody hells name would a bleedin rabbit be here!" [i]Lowering his monster of a weapon slightly he walked towards the bunny slowly, still chuckling to himself[/i]
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It ran away as he got closer.
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[i]He follows it[/i]
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It's far too fast for him to follow... but it looks like it went right... [spoiler]have you ever tried to follow a rabbit irl[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well what else was I supposed to do? Shoot it? Nah fam that's bad karma[/spoiler] [i]The man turned to his right, trying to follow the fast moving animal, still chuckling lightly[/i]
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[spoiler]if you shot it and cut off its foot then it's supposedly good luck[/spoiler] He manages to see the rabbit run off into some bushes.
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[spoiler]Good Karma> Good luck[/spoiler] [i]He approached the Bushes slowly, raising his weapon slightly[/i]
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He hears a branch break behind him.
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[i]Spinning around to face the sound the man hefted his weapon and quickly pulled a secondary trigger on the side of the weapon. The saw blade on the end of the weapon began to spin at a much faster rate, turning the weapon into a glorified chainsaw[/i] "I know someone's here, come out you wanker!" [i]Any of the humor the situation had up until that point seemed to have disappeared, the man seemingly having had enough of the little games[/i]
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When he turned around a man was right in front of him. Not even hiding. It was Tubbs... but he had no armor or weapons. "Sup."
