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3/14/2016 7:36:53 PM
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She shrugs. "Yeah, he's around here somewhere."
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"Excellent!" [b]Fenrir looks around, slightly confused.[/b] "But, is this the same universe? Is this the place I call home?"
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"It is extremely similar, just the humans aren't quite as advances at this point in terms of tech, weapons they are more however." [i]Sup.[/i] Icarus can be heard.
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"Nah, pretty sure this is the same universe..." [b]wheatley says, walking over before being bulldozed by a massive robotic bull through a few walls[/b]
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She looks through the hole. "What was that about?"
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[b]he comes back and shrugs[/b] "I stole parts from him to repair my arm." [b]to Tara's horror, she realizes one of his arms is missing and is replaced with a synthetic[/b]
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She is shocked. "What happend!?"
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"Remember that time nightmare returned.... He figured if you found my corpse in a horrifically mutiliated heap you'd lose your sanity and be able to steal your physical form.... I lived... I think."
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"Oh, ok then." She is a bit shaken.
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"You okay? You seem... Broken."
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"Just, processing that."
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"It's okay, atleast he didn't go after you."
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"I'll kill him again."
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"I'd rather have him horrifically mutilate me than having to watch you go through that hell. He did it to Luke and John, why not me?"
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She shakes her head. "We should talk about something else, too many bad memories."
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""Tara..." [b]he pauses for a moment[/b] "Do you see us as disposable? Do you see me as just another piece of cannon fodder to throw at nightmare to finish him off each time?"
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"What?! Of course not! I never wanted anyone to get hurt!" She seems angered at this.
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"I figured you would have dehumanized us by now, just more sheep for the slaughter to stoke the flames of war."
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"I'm case you forgot I'm not human either, and I have tried and tried to convince you [i]not[/i] to fight Nightmare."
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[b]he suddenly grabs his handgun and shoots himself in the chest. Blood and stomach acids fly through the air as he collapses to the ground, almost dead.[/b]
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She is in shock now, unable to move.
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[b]he lays there, motionless in an expanding pool of blood[/b]
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She manages to run over to him and attempts to heal.
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[b]nothing happens. He laughs like a madman as he pulls a human stomach from under his shirt with a low caliber round through it. [/b]
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"W-what?"
