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5/4/2015 9:44:55 PM
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I see..
A land mine blew most of them.
*poitn shte mchancial boot/legs*
a Plasmar granade, destroyed most of my stomach. But no the gorin for my luck
Lost the arm to a UNSC scorpion tank.
the left arm was ripepd off by a Venus interrogator.
my right eye was destroyed by shrapnel.
my ears bit off.
my vocal cords melted by Nova 6.
my heart died toa a ANti armor acid. replaced.
geneticly modified skin to sustaint he multipel subtances inside me.
an some inner bone rempalcements.
You can hurt and dismember me but you gonna need a lot mroe to kill me
English
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"Oh... Oh my. Those seem like quite the adventures. If most around here are as able as you are, I don't know if I'll have a place amongst you all..."
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dont worry. you should test yourself with someone.
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*laughs bitterly once more* "A fight? Against me? I assure you, a humble cripple is of no importance right now. Much less an able opponent for combat."
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So what will you do you kinda need to fight to be accepted.
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"Well... I sometimes prefer the pen over the sword, so to speak. For example, tell me of something that irks you right now. A problem with an ally, an argument with your superiors. I like to share my insight on these types of things."
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Heh..........yes ths sir H3DY. an anoying but nothign i cant handle
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"Can you tell me of the situation?"
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Not something to worry. He sjust a dick to people
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*ponders quietly to himself for a small moment* "Sometimes... Sometimes Alejandro, people do things they think are right. Maybe they are, maybe they aren't. But one thing is for sure, as long as humans or any sentient being has a mind and personality of its own, someone's bound to disagree with what they're doing." *grows silent once more* "I can tell you now, I am no stranger to doing things people don't like. But sometimes arguments and disputes can't just be solved with fists... Well, metaphorically anyway. But my point is, sometimes words are stronger than any gun, sword, spell or monster."
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they all say that until........ *the arm oepns up and shows off a high caliber ,miigun which i poitn at you* they are on the wrong side of the barrel
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"Cliche. Pulling a gun on a crippled man... I'm no stranger to this, but it still does seem kind of low." *stares dead straight into the mini gun* "Well, go ahead. Do it. Prove your point, because if you don't, I prove mine."
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hem if you want so. *fire a single round*
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*round penetrates my shoulder, drawing blood and hitting dust off my coat* *my gas mask stares at you expressionlessly* "I am no stranger to pain, Alejandro. Before and after my restriction to this wheelchair, I will always face pain with the same vitality. Would you like to say something to that as well? You're only proving my point. You shooting me may seem extremely hostile to others watching, but you may see it as a normal response to my reply. Two sides to the same coin, of I do say so myself." *puts hand to wound and exerts pressure*
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AHAHA. Pain i have more acids and toxins than organs. YOu dont know me. The Spartan Killer, the bane of Olympus. The shadow of the smoke
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"No. I don't know you. But you don't know me, yet you did not hesitate to shoot a seemingly innocent man, who might I add, is crippled."
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When the person you love is killed with you unable to do anything to save her, when you simply keep walking as your body is torn appart,
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"I won't bring my own past into this. But it is a shame that your past has brought you here, with a man testing you to see whether you give into your inner demons or not. Tell me, Salazar, do you realize now why words can be deadlier than weapons? I have convinced you to tell me part of your past, baited you into shooting an innocent man, and in the perfect situation to easily aggravate you more into doing something else. And I didn't draw one weapon." *looks up at you, still clutching my bullet wound and waiting for your answer*
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what you dotn get. is that the Man of the Name ALejandro died in Maars 6 years ago. *wlaks away holding a necklace with 3 wedding rigns hangging* And whats left is the Chemcial trooepr know as the Spartan Killer
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... "Why do you think I called you Salazar, Spartan Killer?"
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*laughts* One of this days ill be but a legend. but who will write it?
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Wow you guys are dedicated to this
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[spoiler]what?[/spoiler]
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You guys have been writing for awhile, this whole role play thing
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well yeah
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I'll just leave then. *exits, slowly*
