Armory lost, you're alive because I held you in hell, transferring my godliness to you. Congratulations, death God
[spoiler]armor for powers. Good deal, right?[/spoiler]
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So now there's two gods of death
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One. I transferred the abilities to you. Have fun.
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No no no, *i put my hands on your head and give you the powers back* I don't want em
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Heh. Suit yourself then.
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I will, I prefer it this way. I'm an admiral not a god.
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Heh. Alright then.
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Now I need to find new damn armor...
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Good luck. I need to find my damn cloak...
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*just then buck walks in* did someone say cloak? [spoiler]alright Ima take the day off from the thread, I have stuff I need to do [/spoiler]
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I take them from him, and leave