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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/23/2015 12:53:51 AM
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[i]"Would you?"[/i] [b]You saw a lifetime of drugs to get away from pain, years combined of withdrawals and tears. Malnutrition, abuse. When he was fourteen, his father tore his right arm off. He was an abusive alcoholic. He stood up to protect his sister, as usual, when his father went overboard. Switch had to run. His disease followed with a lifetime of loneliness and more abuse. He finally grew into the man he is now, after 45 years.[/b]
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"Haha, childish" [b]You see a poverty ridden city, feel lashes of the whip, biting of a savage dog, a burning sensation as a spider is branded into his back. You experience millions of peoples memories, pain, suffering, betrayal, no friends and an endless amount of memories from different people.[/b]
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[i]"Alright, no more pity party. What do you want?"[/i] [b]He said, staring you down behind his mask.[/b]
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"Don't kill the boy, simply teach him a lesson. One that he will remember through all of his life. That is all that is needed, not death. That is too nice."
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[b]He turned to Nightwing, reminded of himself. He shook his head and let him go. Nightwing ran to the edge and looked back to Switch. Switch nodded, and Nightwing dove off.[/b] [i]"Leave, boy."[/i]
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"Hm. A poor desicion, but a decision none the less..."
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[i]"Leave. I have no business with you."[/i] [b]He sounded like Guy Fawkes.[/b]
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"Hm, alright old man." [b]He falls off the edge of the building, hands in his pockets.[/b]
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[b]He jumped off the opposite side.[/b] (End.)
