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8/18/2014 7:33:22 AM
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Nice.
*sips whiskey*
Figured something larger than a one man assault might drive them outta here.
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What about tanks?
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Its a bit… louder. *gets out a map* See? We attack one camp, and every other camp is gonna hear. Suppressed snipers are the key. We take em out one by one. Usually 12-18 in a camp.
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But tanks are more fun. Who expects to be shelled in the middle of the night with super heated plasma? Get some Rhinos up in this bitch!
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Believe me. You don't wanna be in a Desticle swarm. Its more crushing than Gary Oldman not being nominated for another Oscar.
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But.... Tanks!
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They beat everything, I know, but last time I used one, I had to fight my way out with a combat knife.
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Did you get you dick stuck in something? Dude, that's shitty.
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They swarm incredibly quickly. They're like a worse version of Tusken Raiders. *sips whiskey* They return, and in greater numbers.
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You did get your dick stuck! That's -blam!-ing hilarious! Let's go nuke The Tower now.
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Oh yes. *Downs whiskey* [i]Keelah[/i] that's good fire whiskey!
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*gets a nuke and attaches it to a desticle ship* If you don't see me again, shoot EVERYTHING FROM #DESTINY! *flies into The Tower and sets off the nuke inside*
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Fletch! No! *remembers* Oh wait. Its a timer.
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*comes back crispy* no it was not.
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Oh. *offers poptart* What some? Bio's own homemade poptarts.
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Last time he gave me those, it had LSD. Damn near fired him on the spot.
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Nah, man. These are good. No, no drugs or shit in them.
