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6/19/2016 9:30:04 AM
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"I'm just putting a cute leel doggie!"
The man drunkenly replies, not bothering to look up.
It was pretty damn clear that he was drunk off his shiny metal ass.
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[i][u]"Unhand her. Now."[/u][/i]
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"Why should I cut off her hands? Das rood!"
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A hand grabbed him by the throat, hoisting him in the air. As his legs dangled uselessly in the air, he realized where he was through his drunken stupor. He was standing face to face with Saint Agnes, the Living Saint of the Emperor. The woman, standing at about thirteen feet in height, was winged, hovering in the air. She was clad in old armour, but the drunken templar could see the golden shine of her eyes through her helm. She held a flaming blade in her free hand. [i][u]"I should kill you where you stand, heretic scum."[/u][/i]
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He, bring too drunk for rational thought or to even give a shit about who hoisted him up, smiled from ear to ear, drool trailing down from the corner of his mouth to his chin. He waved back and forth, giggling like a little chuckl-blam!-. "Wha? I deedn't do anything! I'm no heretic! And that's rood!"
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[i][u]"Drunken fool. No one will miss you."[/u][/i] With that, Agnes drove her blade through his body, traversing completely to the other side. She cleaved the blade, cutting him cleanly in two halves. [i][u]"Suffer not the Heretic to live."[/u][/i] Was the last thing he heard before dying.
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[spoiler]ok Shad, seriously. Killing him was unnecessary, punting his ass any would face been fine.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]hue[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]plus it would be funnier for him to wake up halfway in a wall.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]WHAT THE -blam!- NO SCREW YOU NO, NO, NO, NO. NO. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]too bad you were a heretic.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I didn't do anything heretical you -blam!-nugget. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]let's review what happened. You were drunk. In a dark alleyway. With a defenseless woman. >drunk man >defenseless woman When those two come up, it's usually horrbile bad news. Not to mention that Lupa is Agnes' lover.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]>not in a dark alley >not every drunk is like that >wasn't even wanting to her in her pants >was just petting her >you killed an innocent man[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]guess what. Ordo Hereticus kills innocent people every day. Thousands of them. Plus, she acted according to what she saw.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I hope your halfbreed kids are stillborn. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]you are a dickwad.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I know and I'm proud. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I know, you said it already. They won't be.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] Cabbage. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You're also a lettuce. [/spoiler]
