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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Trashcan Jesus:
9/3/2016 5:54:51 PM
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[i]With everyone having pulled back, he stood there, surrounded by corpses and shell casings, blood covering his armor, his minigun's barrels red and smoking. His machete was dripping blood. And his magnum was in his right hand, aiming down. He stood and simply stared at the Legate, his work speaking volumes.[/i]
English
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"Impressive work, Courier. Never did I think I would see the day when one man would slaughter hundreds of my Legionnaires. Tell me, why do you hate us so much? You have done much worse than the Legion."
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Well, let me break out my list. You guys look like f*ckin' idiots. Second off, you're slavers. Third off, Caesar was an arrogant prick. I think that about covers it. [i]he said, sheathing his machete after shaking the blood from it.[/i]
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"Let me tell you something. 1. My division of the Legion no longer takes slaves unless they are gifted to us. 2. Caesar was indeed a prick."
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Slave's a slave, bud. Only fate worse than death is no control over your own life.
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"We don't keep the slaves. We simply set them free."
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Sure ya do. Just like I let your men live.
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"Do you not believe me? Check our camp. We have no slaves because we let them go. In fact, I had a slaver lashed to a cross two days ago."
