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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/28/2017 1:07:44 AM
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[spoiler]Well, I wanted the sword to go to Blake as a Legacy. And it has in another post, so do whatever.[/spoiler]
James howled in pain. With regret, he stared at the sword that was once his. The fire had cauterized his legs.
He knew this would be his final death. His blue eyes were filled with regretti. What was left of his knees were weak. His arms were heavy. He at least wanted to die while eating spaghetti.
[spoiler]I don't regretti typing that last paragraph Spaghetti.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Blake VS Luana, Raze-Lighter showdown?[/spoiler] [i]Fuсk James' spaghetti.[/i] [i]She would then sever James' arms, "disarming" the man in a terrible, yet efficient, fashion. After taking the Titan's armor, Luana would let out something of a muffled, soft chuckle, before swinging one last time.[/i] [i]James' body would be split into two, his hunk of a body sliced in half, horizontally, the blade cleaving through his waist. His entrails would escape his body, the guts of the man cauterized from the blow. Luana would sit upon a rock and watch him die, from there.[/i]
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[spoiler]You know I would lose.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Also, that last paragraph was a poorly executed Eminem Joke[/spoiler] The Titan was perma-dead.
