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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/14/2017 12:24:34 PM
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"Damn murderer, though least you have somethin' of a reason. No, he gets his rush through shaming and shrak. See?"
[i]The Uruk's hand would then shoot up, though not to hit Bedlam, as his pointer finger would rest upon his right cheek. There, a human hand had seemingly burnt into the flesh, seared into Dúsh's tattered skin, the palm the deepest part of the wound.[/i]
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"Oh sh*t...he really got you." Bedlam narrowed his eyes on the mark, leaning in a little for a few seconds before siiting back in his seat. "That guy sounds like an *sshole."
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"Mmhm. Though.. all's fair in love and war. Except there's not really any love, just war. What about you, then? You seem rather affiliated with both love 'n war. Seems like this is the type of place to settle down and wait for the fights to come 'long." [i]Dúsh smirked a little, leaning back then.[/i]
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"Well..." Bedlam leaned back, placing his feet on a nearby table. "Considering my race is just a bunch of violent by nature *ssholes...I'm pretty familiar with war, yeah. I helped commit genocide a long while back against a race we considered our rivals. As for love...I'm not so sure."
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"Bah. Got to be some crazy girls that're into murderers. Besides - you're still a younger tark, you look to be the type to go after some gals. And you've gone on a genocide? Cheers. Not exactly genocidal 'ere, though I've got three-hundred and eleven under my belt. What about you? You don't even know, do you?" [i]At that, Dúsh would only grin.[/i]
