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1/29/2016 3:30:15 AM
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"Oh, yes. And we better call back that Doctor, your foot has begun bleeding again. Also, yes, I will go alone. I can handle it."
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[b]he begins to laugh, hysterically. Like he had done those many years ago when he had the capacity to laugh that hard. He can't even speak befot eve bursts back into batshit insane laughing[/b]
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"Hmm...enjoy your laughter. It comes far too few for men like us, who protect the Light, by wading in the Dark."
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"HAHAHAHA SORRY... Sorry. I got tired of being depressed, so I drowned my sorrows in madness. I'm ready to fight." [b]his leg cracks and snaps, the bones. Breaking, although he doesn't seem to care and keeps walking toward vrael[/b]
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"WTF?!" *Fenrir summons other Shephards to restrain him.*
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[b]they shoot him with a tranq dart[/b]
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"All, right. Tell him I said goodbye when he wakes up."
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"[u]aye.[/u]"
