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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Skatch142:
5/24/2016 9:01:13 PM
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"No! It is I who should be laughing!!!"
*The sword disappears from his hand and Sketch summons two swords.*
(It's actually a prototype. Sphirinians don't want their prototype weapons to be destroyed easily. Although even if it wasn't basically unbreakable then he could still summon it again.)
[spoiler]Which character are you using for the quest? I assume Ornstein...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Orn.[/spoiler] [b]Very well![/b] ~Smough's hammer glows a little bit, as he slams it to the ground. Suddenly, large splits in the dirt crack open, shaking the ground~
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*He jumps out of the way of the crack and throws one of his swords at your arm, blade-first.*
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~The sword cuts through the armor slightly. Smough doesn't even flinch, however~
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*He summons it again and swings both of them to the right, causing an extremely powerful blast of air to send him flying to the right.*
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~Smough is pushed into a wall. He doesn't seem to care as he purposely knocks it down~ [b]Oops.[/b]
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"MY WALL!!! TRUMP GAVE ME THAT WALL!!! BUT I HAD TO PAY FOR IT!!! HE SAID IT WAS TO KEEP OUT THE FURRIES!!! WHAT'S A FURRY!?!" *He swings his sword again, causing Smough to fly to the left.*
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~Smough gets launched into another wall. Once again, he knocks it over. This time, however, a small family runs from the ruins of the wall~ "Thanks, señor!" ~What looks like the father of the group gives Smough a bowl of rice~ [b]Uh...mucho gracias?[/b]
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"I was the one who threw him into the wall! I should get the rice!"
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"No no. Not today, kitty!" ~The family runs off, and a moment later, a man wearing a suit runs by. His hair is a mess~ "[u]Get back here![/u]" ~The man runs off~ [b]So...that's kinda weird...[/b]
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"IT'S HIM! I'LL SHOW YOU KEEPING OUT WHATEVER FURRIES ARE!!!" *He throws his sword and out of view you hear the man scream.* *The Man "GAAAH! MY SMALL LOAN OF A MILLION DOLLARS!!!"
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[b]Hey! He seemed like a nice guy![/b]
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"I thought he was until I saw his hair... I think we really know who should be punished... Truce?"
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[b]Sure. Truce.[/b] ~Smough picks up the man in the suit~ [u]Put me down, you immigrant?[/u] [b]HEY! That is racist![/b] ~Smough lightly slaps him~
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"Give him to me." *He holds out his arms.*
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~Drops the man~ [u]You better prepare for the Trump brigade, kitty cat! Cause I'm Trump! And I'll kick you illegals out! You and Chris Christie over there don't scare ME![/u]
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"Kitty cat? What did you just call me you piece of s#%&?!" *Sketch's swords disappear and he shows his claws and starts advancing towards Trump.*
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[u]Come on! Show me what you got, fur ball![/u] ~Trump whips out what looks like a lighter, and lights it on fire~ [u]Back, you animal! BACK![/u] ~Smough is looking at him with a newfound anger~
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*He smacks the lighter out of Trump's hand scratches his face.*
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[u]Foul beast! Behold the power of America![/u] ~He pulls out a revolver, and pulls the trigger. It doesn't fire~ [u]Damnit, forgot to load...[/u] ~Smough picks Trump up~
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"Eat him! Eat him! Eat him!"
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[b]Why not crush him? Actually, better idea.[/b] ~Smough reveals a small bone, similar to the one Ornstein once gave you~ [b]Hey buddy. Hold this. Then say "Anor Londo"![/b] [u]Sure...[/u] [u]Anor Londo![/u] ~Trump disappears in a flash~ Meanwhile, in another dimension... [u]AAAAAAAARGH!!![/u] ~Trump is covered in ash and awakens Ina massive, dirty room. There's sludge all around him, and it's containing what looks like bone fragments... Suddenly, a giant figure rises from the sludge. The upper half of its body is a male human wearing a crown with spikes. He's wearing a torn grey robe, which looks burned and bloodied. The lower half of his body is a literal slug, filled with blood and bone. The monstrosity speaks with a raspy voice~ [b][u]Ahhh...a snack at last... I am Aldrich... Devourer of Gods... And you will serve as nothing but food to me.[/u][/b] ~Aldrich moves slowly toward Trump, who is yelling~ Back in our dimension... [b]Lets just say that I sent him to...an old friend. Aldrich. He's a Lord of Cinder. Trust me when I say that you won't see Trump again.[/b]
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"Good, good..."
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[b]Yeah, Aldrich is a little creative...[/b]
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"Do I want to know how?"
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[b]Probably not. Aldrich is a cannibal, and actually ate Gwyndolin, who happened to be a god...[/b]
