originally posted in:The New Dojo
*Behind you you can hear the sound of treads hitting the gravely ground. A man, about sixty years old, sitting in a wheelchair rolls up to you, his chair is strange because it has treads instead of wheels, and has a shotgun on either side, both capable of rotating 135°. He has a virtual reality machine on his face*
Heil Hitler.
English
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[i]The German snapped around, his empty heavy machine guns raised halfway. Jack then raised his right eyebrow, before the armour on his chest started to bubble and shift, revealing a patch of flesh, bubbling and shifting in silence. Then, small nubs stated started to form as the flesh stopped bubbling and shifting. The nubs quickly lengthened and grew into thin but long tendrils as the armour seeped back, covering the patch of flesh as well as the tendrils. Said tendrils then wrapped around the guns the man was holding, pulling them from his hands and to his armoured chest. He raised his right arm, keeping it diagonally with an open hand. A Näzi salute. He then screamed, a thick German accent lacing his words, [/i] "HEIL MEIN FÜHRER!"
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*The man smiles as he shows you the inside of his coat, which has a nicely sewn on swastika.* Didn't know when one of ya would get here