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12/31/2015 12:28:32 AM
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[b]He pulls a 2nd 1911[/b]
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[b]He finishes the paint job and starts to work on a stock [/b]
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[b]He puts an extended magazine on, be doubling the width of the handle[/b]
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[b]He puts the stock against the handle and starts to torch them together[/b]
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[b]He paints the gun black, with a green handle, and carves some letters into each half of the slide; NWH[/b]
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[b]He starts to work on a barrel extension[/b] "So...."
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"Yeah?" [b]He asks, putting the gun in its holster and putting a Smith and Wesson 657 on the table[/b]
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"I don't know..."
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"Okay then" [b]he says, adding an extended barrel, and painting it all black, no green whatsoever[/b]
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[b]He attaches the extension and grabs a screwdriver[/b]
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[b]He does the same to his other gun[/b]
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[b]He fiddles with the air seals [/b]
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[b]He holsters them, leaving[/b]
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[b]He grabs the gun and shoots into a target[/b] "What do the insignias you engraved into your guns mean?"
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"Ah, old history of mine"
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"Do tell"
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"It's a very, very painful memory for me, but okay. It all started at birth, I was born into a gang, the Kings. I was with them for years, until I was 18, and I was out, walking the streets of the city we lived in, Andrea's town, named after the founder of the town 20 years prior. I was walking past an alley, I seen some Kings threatening an old, 80 year old woman, there was about 3 of them there. I actually had morals, so I pulled my gun from its holster, and I shot all 3 Kings without a word. The old lady thanked me and left, but word got to my boss about this incident. So, when I got to the apartment, my girlfriend was waiting for me, pissed and high. She tried to kill me, so I killed her. Or at least I thought I did. I was captured, and had to watch my parents die in front of me, my sister get ràped, and shot like a dog. You following so far?"
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"Yeah, I'm listening"
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"Good. So, half my goddamn face was burned, by my former friend, a man I spent half my day with, as I was the head torturer in the gang. I eventually escaped due to my cousin, Lopez, leaving a knife on the ground in the room when he had to watch me suffer. So, I escaped, snuck out, and ran. I then got to the city of Cedyetica, before I had met a gang leader, tried to kill him, screwed up, and got jailed, only getting lucky enough to break out in a prison break. I had a friend wipe me from the database of the police, and I left. Made friends with another friend, Theron we'll call him. So, I sent him after the Kings where he rescued 300 men, including Diana, Jess, Minivan and Craig. They were my military, we needed a name that would strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. Eventually, we called it the Nation Without a Home, or NWH. We had it great man, we took over an old military base, we were set. We eventually expanded and moved to earth, getting to be a 150,000 man force. Still following?"
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"Yeah.."
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"Alright. Anyways, so we were a major fighting force, not tied to any countries, and so we were labelled as terrorists in the eyes of every country. I didn't care though, we were living the dream, no country would go after us then. I eventually got married and had kids at the base, before I returned from a trip to New York, a horrible mistake for me. An elite team in my military threw me out, and I only had Craig, Diana, Jess, Lopez and Minivan to help me escape. We stole a helicopter. I eventually came back with my in law and blew up the base from a self destruct protocol I had installed, and we flew away just in time. It was mine, damn it, my military! Those assholes played me like a damn fiddle, took it all away from me!"
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"Wow"
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"Exactly. I would give anything to get it all back"
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"Couldn't you time travel? Or am I mistaken"
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"If I could I damn would, but I can't"
