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Edited by EmpireORome:
1/10/2016 5:38:46 PM
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[i]Antilles camped away from the FN camp. Their ship gone and survivors completely spread out he knew it was a matter of time before it all just collapsed into chaos. All he had to do was figure out how to survive. He had no one but himself. He began to repaint his starfighter with non-fn colors and put on his own insignia, a scorpion striking from the sand. He then begins modding his armor. [/i]
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Edited by Xeno: 1/10/2016 5:48:07 PMYou hear a noise. A far away droning. Then it gets closer and starts to sound like a yell or scream. A very distorted one at that. Soon a large figure crashes into the ground near you. He gets up quickly and shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. "IM FINE! IM FINE!" He looks at you. "Why hello there Ranger Rick. Sorry for me DROPPING in. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
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"What the hell do you want?"
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"Well… As a wee lad I've always wanted an unlimited supply of bitches and tacos."
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[i]he sarcastically smiles[/i] "your not the only one." [i]He goes back to modding his armor.[/i]
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He sits down and starts to clean his bloodied machete.
