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11/24/2016 6:37:13 PM
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"Nice ta meet ya, Tirus. 'Perial Giants, eh? Can't say I eva heard o' y'all. Den again, there're lotta Chaptahs. 'Nd, I sound like a Greenskin? I jus' got an accent, pal. I ain' an Ork, I assure ya. Jus' an ol' man with a hatred for 'em dammed bugs. 'Nids."
[i]He swiftly tossed his Bolter over to his right hand, swiftly catching it with quite some ease. He kept it lowered, still. [/i]
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"Ah yes, the Great Devourer. I ran into a swarm not too long ago, however they didn't put up much of a fight.. strange for such menacing beasts."
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"Hmm, ye. Neva ran inta a swarm meself, though I've heard sum thin's. Anehway, what're ya doin' out 'ere? Ain' there sum safe place? Or are ya jus' patrollin'? Cuz tha's wha' I'm doin' right now."
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"Ah, yes there is a "safe" place, I guess. My companions are looking around for any adepts in the technological field, while I've come looking to destroy heretics and daemons."
