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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 8:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:58 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 10:07 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:38 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:50 pm
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>Human, freak out about camera thing
What ca-HOLY FRICK WHAT WAS THAT THAT JUST FLEW PAST YOUR HEAD???
You are freaked by that for a moment before resuming your calm and apathetic mask. No one would ever know.
You get up and punch the lizard in the face as well. You don't know why. You put away your guitar and begin to try and find your way around.
>Troll, shake your head, insist you are the best.
You laugh at Aleron's words and just shake your head. "We all know I'm best." You insist and stand up, looking around for your weapon kit. Not that you would need them, they just held up your image of perfection. You finally find them, a massive buster sword you put on your back, and five smaller ones. A short swords on either hip, two more inside your coat, and one single edged blade strapped to your back, crossing the Buster weapon.
Your image was complete. You smile to yourself and begin to walk around, if only to find something to do. No point in trolling any of the aliens, little buggers deserved to die. Unless someone came up to you and convinced you otherwise you might not even bother at all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 5:46 pm
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