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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
4/25/2016 4:32:05 PM
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Then this place is full of weak combatants. He never fought well. I will like to fight your strongest combatant. Someone told me of this deity, seemingly the strongest one here. *folds arms*
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/25/2016 9:50:08 PM[spoiler]I don't care how your plot goes[/spoiler] [spoiler]You can't beat the Deity[/spoiler] [spoiler]If your plot relies on beating the deity to show how evil/badass this guy is, I'm afraid it won't go well.[/spoiler] [spoiler]He will die. [/spoiler] [spoiler]Just saying[/spoiler] [b]Tesutos eyes go large[/b] ....ha...you are joking yes?
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Dead. Serious. [spoiler]If he can slaughter a whole army with one punch, then he can fight.[/spoiler]
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[b]Tesuto rubs the middle of his forehead[/b] Fierce. Deity. [b]The deity comes flying down, leaving a small crater as he lands[/b] Well hey there chink! Made me anything yet? Ha! [b]The deity turns to the father[/b] ....and who might you be?
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I am Gore's father. I am known by many names. *Holds out hand to shake, there is an odd symbol on his palm.*
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[b]He crosses his arms.[/b] Okay. A) who the hell is Gore? B) why should I care? And come on man! "Known by many names?" What...did you pull that out of the average summer action flick or did your mommy give you a name you didn't like? Like...Lester?
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*mortar comes up from the ground* Dad! Leave the Deity be! [i]These combatants are weak![/i] You know the deity can crush you [i]Never![/i] *the shadows disappear* You hand me your axe or I'll hand you your ass! I'm sorry deity, I don't think it'll happen again. [i]YOU ARE WEAK GORE![/i] STOP CALLING ME GORE! THAT'S NOT MY NAME ANYMORE!
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/25/2016 10:11:46 PMSHUT THE FU[i]C[/i]K UP! [b]The deity seems pissed..,[/b] [spoiler]This usually leads to an awkward silence...[/spoiler]
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 4/25/2016 10:18:00 PM*Mortar's father seems pissed, so he attempts to punch at your gut, but it is diffused by Mortar's Iron ball hitting his fist.* [i]GORE! STAY OUT OF THIS![/i] Never! I will not let you try to fight the Deity! I'll fight you instead! *Looks at the Deity, then back at Mortar* [i]These combatants are weak if they let you in.[/i] I GET IT FATHER NOW SHUT THE -blam!- UP AND LEAVE! [i]I will not leave. However, I will not fight this Deity, probably because you're scared he will die by my hand, like your mother.[/i] [spoiler]If you couldn't tell, he's blunt and open about everything.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/25/2016 10:24:09 PM[b]The Deity draws his blade[/b] Why, you bitch! First off, mortar you sound like a god damn twelve year old who didn't get his chocolate milk. And YOU. [b]The deity steps close to the father. There noses are barely an inch apart[/b] You cock sucking whore. You think you can come here? Talk your shit to my people and think you can get away with it? Really? Well here's a good idea. MEASURE YOUR DICK BEFORE GETTING IN A CONTEST.
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[spoiler]Calm down lord savage....[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Hey, no one shit talks the deity!!![/spoiler]
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*Holds palm open, the symbol glows and a large war axe forms in his hand* *He then holds the non blade side across your forehead, you feel a burning feeling* [i]You do not want to fight me. I have conquered places you couldn't begin to imagine. Places that would violently dissect people like you.[/i] *Mortar sighs* Can you shut up? The deity doesn't take shit from anyone; you may as well be dead now!
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You know what? That is exactly right! [b]The Deity snaps his fingers as a small list and a pen appear in his hands[/b] Mortar...what are his people's name again?
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His "many names?" If you can name a religion, he's probably the guy revolving round death and underworld. Satan, Hades, some other things I forget. [i]A wise little bastard, you are, Deity.[/i] *"Deity" is said with a hint of contempt.*
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No numbnuts. What are his PEOPLES name. You know, like his entire race? Since apparently there are like 6 underworlds I need to know which specific one it is.
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I don't know! He kept me locked up in a room smashing skeletons with a goddamn Mortar and Pestle! [i]We've been called godbane, fear, many other things, but we settle on the name "purifiers"[/i] Okay, I've been in the underworld 20,000 years, and I've NEVER heard that name! [i]Stay out of this mortar![/i]
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[b]The Deity writes something down[/b] P...u...r.... Okay great! Another race to my list! [b]He snaps his fingers and the list disappears[/b] So are we going somewhere with this? Or should I just [i]kill you now?[/i]
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*you suddenly become surrounded by shadows of dead Dojo members, Pants being one of them* *you think you see pants mouth "sorry."*
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[spoiler]Agh jeez. Sorry. You see, pants is in a different place. Ask Zane if you want. It's for an upcoming plot.[/spoiler] Okay. A, I'm getting a hint of "non-cannon" here. And B, why should I give a shit about any of your shadow ass hats?
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*the shadows wield their respective weapons* [spoiler]Not actually pants, just a shadow duplicate.[/spoiler] Do NOT do this father! [i]I must, for this cheeky "Ass hat" disrespected me.[/i]
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Aweeee. Did I hurt your feeling little bitch? Don't worry. YOU'll BE RELIEVED OF EVERYTHING SOON! [b]The Deity readies his blade[/b]
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*Mortar's father readies his war axe, the side that didn't have a blade is now replaced with a scythe*
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[b]In an explosion of light, killing the shades of the dojo members, the deity teleports behind the father. He impales him with the ginormous blade then throws him off it, sending him head first into the dojo wall[/b]
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 4/26/2016 3:15:16 PM*Mortar's father seems to dissolve into the wall, then jumps off the roof, slamming his scythe side on you* I guess that's where I get it from, the dissolving. *Mortar walks over to testuo* This is going to end quick, right? I don't think he stands a chance against the Deity.
