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6/22/2016 12:33:40 PM
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Well that's a cool title.
*Mortar chuckled a little*
So, you just looking around the place or were you planning on doing something?
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[i]"I dunno, actually. Running around, shooting and slicing things, burning things! I have a lot on my plate today..."[/i] She snickers a bit.
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Yeah, one of the better days in my opinion. Basically just saying "Screw you all, I'm going out for target practice." I was thinking of doing a little of that too, see if I can break my record of beasts killed.
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[i]"Well, good luck!"[/i] She says, with a little cheer.
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Thanks. You too. *Mortar places his hand in between shoulder blades and his sword begins to form. It is definitely unique, it is a four and a half foot long dark blue katana/broadsword mix, seemingly made of a strange alloy. When it is fully formed, it ignites in emerald green flames* Well, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling lucky. *Some sort of fabric seems to branch out from his back and wraps around his limbs, eventually making what appears to be a metallic long sleeved shirt, pants, and boots. He pulls a ninja mask over his face, and a crimson sash with loads of knives on it over him, and looks around.* Alright, let's see... any volunteers?
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[i]"oooo! Fancy."[/i] She giggles.
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Thanks, I try. You wanna come with?
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[i]"Sure! Don't have anything better to do, anyway."[/i] She chuckles. [i]"Let's find something's ass to kick."[/i]
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That'll be good. *Mortar begins to walk down a large corridor, looking around and occasionally stopping, thinking he heard something, but then just continues* Yeah, this is the boring part. But, it's much more rewarding. SUCK IT DOOM, YOUR GAMES WILL NEVER BE LIKE THIS.
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[spoiler]hue.[/spoiler] She giggles. [i]"You're funny. Also, I detect several hostiles nearby... seems like it'll be out chance!"[/i]
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Thanks. Well, set your timer, I wanna count my DPS. *Mortar forms an iron ball the size of a basketball. It hovers over his hand as he advances*
