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7/22/2015 6:08:44 AM
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*a blade extends from her arm and she stabs you in the leg*
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Edited by UberFonzie: 7/22/2015 6:14:55 AM*I tumble off her, but draw my knife and slash your face while doing so.* *I reach to my leg with my free hand, and feel blood* [spoiler]Oh yeah, should I be doing this in 1st person or 3rd?[/spoiler]
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 7/22/2015 6:16:09 AM*her hand shoots off of her arm to a nearby roof and hoists her up* [spoiler]it doesn't matter [/spoiler]
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"Yeah, you run! But don't think about tryin' to jump me again, cause next time I won't ask you why before a ram this knife right up your throat!" *i futilely wave my knife while the drunken man on the ground next to me continues moaning*
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*looks down at you* "Your not very intimidating"
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"You're not fantastically intimidating either! You ran from a fight from what you can assume-" [b]*a sky train with several figures on top rumbles by above, gunshots and faint yelling are heard, making whatever I was saying inaudible*[/b] "Why don't you just put the hand-knives away and tell me what you want!"
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*rolls her eyes and jumps down landing in front of you* "Mind repeating that last part?"
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"What exactly do you want? Are you Mafia?"
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"I'm just someone trying to get some money I was going to rob you"
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"If you were intending make money off robbin' me then I've got news for you. What is someone as heavily armed as you doing trying to mug some guy in an alley, anyway?"
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"I don't have that much money most cyborgs have arm blades and grapple hands"
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"Oh, well tell me where I can meet your surgeon, then." *chuckles, and outstretches my hand* "My names Grift. And I'm sure yours is something along the lines of, Deathbot 3000?"
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*shakes hand* "My names Katt"
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Edited by UberFonzie: 7/22/2015 7:02:53 AM"Well, Katt," *I start to walk out of the alley* "The first rule about stealing money is as follows: Never shake hands with someone who's good at slight of hand." *I disappear down a corner, and you check your bank balance on your Tac-pad to find you have exactly 69 credits less than you had before.*
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"Damnit"
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"Damnit"
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"You're not fantastically intimidating either! You ran from a fight from what you can assume-" [b]*a sky train with several figures on top rumbles by above, gunshots and faint yelling are heard, making whatever I was saying inaudible*[/b] "Why don't you just put the hand-knives away and tell me what you want!"
