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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*He looks around, thinking "The -blam!-?"* -
[b]your mother comes up. Smiling at you [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*"The -blam!-?"* -
[b]You suddenly feel light headed and see Royal standing over you, not your mother. [/b] "Mortar!"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
The -blam!-? -
"You've been repeating that. What the hell happened?"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Well you'd probably say the same thing when your dad shows up out of nowhere, then you're a goddamn baby and you're being held by your mom -
"What the shit?!" [b]Royal begins laughing [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar chuckles a little* Hit me again -
"Nah nah. You're done. After that?" [b]He keeps laughing [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Eh, just spooked me a little -
"You sure?"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Sure I'm sure -
"Your choice bud." [b]He pours another glass [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Long live the Old Underworld *He merrily chugs down the shot* -
"The Underworld is mine." [b]Your customers begins swirling around [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Eh, bullshit -
[b]Your customers seem to be angry with you [/b] [i]"KILL ME ALREADY GORE![/i] [i]"[u]YOU'VE CAUSED THE DOWNFALL! "[/u][/i] [b]"YOU ALONE"[/b] [u]YOU'RE REBELLION."[/u]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Tell me something I don't know fellas. *He sighs as he wipes his mouth* -
"WHY?" [i]"YOU RECEIVED NO HONOR?"[/i]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Gore has no one. I am Mortar, a new, reformed Gore. -
"AND YET -" [b]The vision changes to one of Royal Dying. He looks at you, tears in his eyes [/b] "You weren't there."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar slings Royal over his shoulder* Hey, I was busy dying myself, if you must know -
[b]Royal begins coughing, blood splattering the ground in front of him. [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Sorry bud *He holds Royal as if Roy is a young child, resting Roy's head on his arm* Tell me what happened.