The Arena!!!
I take out a pump-action shotgun and aim at Susan's head.
"Today is the first day of the end you life" I sneer.
Susan gets down on his knees as the barrel digs deeper into his ear. "Just tell my wife Nico I love him."
I spit on him, the gooey substance runs down a scar on his left cheek. I pull the trigger and my one true love is dead...
"Today is the first day of the end you life" I sneer.
Susan gets down on his knees as the barrel digs deeper into his ear. "Just tell my wife Nico I love him."
I spit on him, the gooey substance runs down a scar on his left cheek. I pull the trigger and my one true love is dead...
I weep. The bitter tears of loss snirkle down my chins.
I ask myself about the meaning of life. Why does it always have to be me who ends up finding his true love on a forum only to lose him to a jealous postwhore? I feel the pain crawling under my skin.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me. Distracting.. Reacting. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection. It's haunting how I can't seem... I tried so hard.. And got so far.. But in the end.. It doesn’t even matter.. I had to fall.. To lose it all.. But in the end.. It doesn’t even matter..
I'm about to BREAK
I ask myself about the meaning of life. Why does it always have to be me who ends up finding his true love on a forum only to lose him to a jealous postwhore? I feel the pain crawling under my skin.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me. Distracting.. Reacting. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection. It's haunting how I can't seem... I tried so hard.. And got so far.. But in the end.. It doesn’t even matter.. I had to fall.. To lose it all.. But in the end.. It doesn’t even matter..
I'm about to BREAK
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The dashing rogue detective makes his entry, into the abonimation of a suburban hut, cunningly displaying all his masculinity in one single curl of the mustache.
"-Whats all this then?" he snears with a malicious grin, uncovering his nicotine-stained tongue, a fleshy, muscular organ that could fill a story of its own. Detective-sergeant Kenneth ( Antimeasure ) said nothing ( as he's offline ), only pointing to a heap of hair, cells and lead on the floor in the middle of the tidy livingroom, while covering his nasal area with an old mop of unruly hair, he probably scavenged in the basement/weed-combo.
The detective glared at the dead body of Susan, eyes piercing as diamonds in the night.
"-Shotgun to the head" he thought aloud, "no doubt about it, great, big exit wound."
The brains splattered on the walls gave him no clue to why this would have happened in a rough neighbourhood such as this one. His race through the house gave him a further insight, as the morning mail was still on top of a toaster inside the weed. He quickly noticed it, and grabbed it with his fierce, pulsating workman-hands.
"-Bills, bills, vibrating bed order, sexual appliences etc, letter from an uncle 'Jonathan', how nice, more bills..." he yelled in a pitch voice, but on the last piece of mail he muted. "Insurance" it said in big, bold letters.
Just like that, he had found a motive...
"-Whats all this then?" he snears with a malicious grin, uncovering his nicotine-stained tongue, a fleshy, muscular organ that could fill a story of its own. Detective-sergeant Kenneth ( Antimeasure ) said nothing ( as he's offline ), only pointing to a heap of hair, cells and lead on the floor in the middle of the tidy livingroom, while covering his nasal area with an old mop of unruly hair, he probably scavenged in the basement/weed-combo.
The detective glared at the dead body of Susan, eyes piercing as diamonds in the night.
"-Shotgun to the head" he thought aloud, "no doubt about it, great, big exit wound."
The brains splattered on the walls gave him no clue to why this would have happened in a rough neighbourhood such as this one. His race through the house gave him a further insight, as the morning mail was still on top of a toaster inside the weed. He quickly noticed it, and grabbed it with his fierce, pulsating workman-hands.
"-Bills, bills, vibrating bed order, sexual appliences etc, letter from an uncle 'Jonathan', how nice, more bills..." he yelled in a pitch voice, but on the last piece of mail he muted. "Insurance" it said in big, bold letters.
Just like that, he had found a motive...
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Unfortunately, the textbook Franz was trying to hit me with was really a big fat biology book that's filled with thousands of pages of unbelievably tedious facts that have to be memorized. I wield the true instrument of physics--a pocket calculator and a 3"x4" card with a half dozen equations on it--and use the power of engineering! to build a magnetic railgun and fire at Franz depleted uranium slugs at relativistic velocities.
I get comfy on my extravagant armchair at my well-eqquipped balcony, drinking 18 years old Scottish whiskey, smoking a Cuban cigar and masturbating frantically. Watching engineering! at work is very exciting. The magic mushroom begins to grow and eventually bursts, spreading spores of joy and happiness all around the arena. Everyone feels a bit more gay than they did before.
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I run in tired of all this stupidity of this with 50 pounds of C4 strapted to my torso. Little did anyone know i was indded a terrorist for some middle eastren country to hard to spell. I activate the C4 making a crater big enough for even ApTyp's ego to fit
It's the sandwich that takes a bite out of YOU!
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
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I crouch down, sneak, take 1 trauma pack and 5 voodoo to get 50 bajillion million damage resistance. Since this however is Fallout Tactics, I can still die.
Unzipping my pants, I take the biggest shit on FalloutDudes head and it burns a hole through him.All the while screaming, "Prepare to be kashluk'd!"
Unzipping my pants, I take the biggest shit on FalloutDudes head and it burns a hole through him.All the while screaming, "Prepare to be kashluk'd!"
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