originally posted in:The New Dojo
She spots a young man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes drawing the scene furiously.
English
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The artist's pen flies out of his hand and through his eyeball, straight into his brain. Shadow expands the air within his mouth so that the skull is blown apart. "Fatality."
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Time rewinds due to me not letting you just instakill my main, and the artist glares furiously at shadow.
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Time remains Shadow's bitch, and ignores the attempt to revive the weakling.
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Suitably annoyed, the writer renders this noncanon and leaves.
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[u]A soft voice carries on the wind....[/u] ~pussy~
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[u]An equally soft voice carries back[/u] ~no u~