A old man, about 56, hid in the shadows in New Pavlen. He held a Tesla Rifle in his hand, and a large pack was next to him. His name was Jack Trades, and he preserved the Old World.
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He activated the bomb and threw it up, hiding under his bed:
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[b]the guards open the door and see the bomb then slam the door[/b]
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It blows open the wall and the celling.
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[b]guards rush in[/b]
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He grabbed one guard and held a fork to her throat.
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[b]she grabs your arm and snaps it back wards [/b]
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"Damn!"
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[b]they aim their weapons at you[/b]
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"Just. Let. Me. Go."
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[b]they drag you out of the room and into an APC[/b]
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He struggled.
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[b]they stop outside of the city and throw you out with all your stuff[/b]
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"Thanks!"
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[b]they drive away kicking up some dust and sand[/b]
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He got on his stuff and started walking.
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He spotted Grell snoozing in a tree
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"Is that a man or is that a woman-"
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Grell continues to sleep, a bit of long red hair stick in his mouth
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He checked the area for any of the Matriarchs, then walked over, Tesla Rifle at the ready.
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Grell snorted, causing him to stir and fall out of the tree
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He pointed his rifle at the person's head.
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He opened his eyes, and sat up "Hey hey hey let's calm down, what's your deal pointing your gun at helpless damsels?"
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"Who are you, and what are you?!"
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Edited by greedyhellboy: 10/3/2015 4:44:32 AMHe grinned, showing off his fangs "Human obviously." He was talking sarcastically
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"If your human, than call me a -blam!-ing idiot."