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9/12/2016 8:08:26 PM
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So! Who here can I convince to commit suicide? Shall we judge? I know swear people are edgelords, but who's the worst? Maybe you, headlights?
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Woah, woah, WAIT! Killing one person over cards is one thing but convincing them to kill themselves? That's REAL -blam!-ed up!
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Only they take their life in the end. Not convince, more... Speed along the process. Make sure they can't recover.
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Either way it's -blam!-ed up
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As a magician we have a phrase. "It all relies on perspective." Perhaps I'm doing them a favor?
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Eh, probably not. Most of these guys are so messed up that they couldn't kill themselves if they wanted to, myself included
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So, your a invincible? Or is it something else?
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Nah, not invincible. It's this Digi Reconstruction thing, brings us back to life usually
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Hm. Can you still feel pain? [b]With a single question, his already dark eyes seemed to hollow out, turning blank and black. Perhaps there was something behind this husk. [/b]
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Sorta... *It is clear he's getting pissed as well, his eyes begin getting darker until they are black with crimson pupils. He slowly forms his blade, a four and a half foot long dark blue katana broadsword mix. When fully formed, ominous emerald green flames dance around the blade*
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[b]He looks at the blade with a smile, chuckling.[/b] Ooh. Don't tell me your mad at me for giving this place a real challenge? Heh. Either way, I'd but your sword down, oh prince of darkness.
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It's Ex God, asshole. *He doesn't drop the blade, the flames dangerously close to your chin*
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[b]He doesn't seem impressed with the sword, and simply smiles at your rage. A feeding point for his twisted games.[/b] Sorry, "ex-god." I'll be sure to grovel at your feet. Oh worthy one who threatens to kill! Spare a man who has literally done nothing! Perhaps you should check yourself first...
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*He smiles slightly* I'm here to make sure that people like you don't come around planning to be responsible for casualties of these members. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't strike you down here and now.
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[b]Another smile and chuckle. Certainly a joker.[/b] Because apparently you can't die! So I'm doing nothing wrong. I'm sure you've fought before! Only, my tactics are different.
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Not good enough. Because I can tell that you've done this before to many others. *He quickly grabs at your neck, squeezing it hard*
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[b]The man shatters, only to appear on the other side of the room.[/b] You can try all you want, but you'll never kill me, let alone touch me. Say? Shall we play a game of cards? [b]He sets the deck on the table yet again. [/b]
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*Mortar sighs* Well, I'm leaving. *Before he leaves he forms four iron balls, each the size of a basketball. He places them in each corner, and leaves*
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[b]Obviously, the man follows.[/b] So, you like balls? You've got quite a lot that you place down!
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*As you walk through the doorway the whole room explodes and sets ablaze. In the chaos of the flames and dust Mortar is nowhere to be seen. Though a patch of grass is scorched except for one part saying "You will not be forgotten"*
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Edgy much? Oh well. I wonder who cleans it? Perhaps the dojo manager? Or do the have custodians. Either way, he just set his own dojo ablaze. How lovely.
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[spoiler]fin?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]End indeed[/spoiler]
