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[b]He goes for a stab into the side of his head[/b]
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[b]He bolts his head backwards and Frost slices his head off from behind[/b] "Well, that was something"
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[b]The sword dissipates into a flutter of data-looking particles, that disappears [/b] "Definitely"
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[b]He taps the head with his boot[/b] "Interesting"
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"What?"
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"I just killed myself"
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"And lived to tell the tale" [b]he says, picking up the minigun arm[/b] "a paradox, really"
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"My brain hurts...guessing you're keeping that bloody, dripping arm?"
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[b]He pulls off his left arm and attached the new one[/b] "That I am. I'm glad old war wounds left me with this opportunity"
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"You probably have AIDS now considering that thing was quite bloody" [b]he says jokingly[/b]
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"Hey man, I don't have blood in my body; I got tiny ass nanomachines to replace" [b]he says, ringing the arm out then reattaching it[/b]
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"I want that, that's cool"
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"Then you'll have to get literally hundreds of service medals, and become the right hand man of a galactic military's general"
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Edited by Nox: 12/23/2015 11:52:18 PM"I became second-in-command with the SWAT, Mute being above me"
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"Not bad"
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"Guessing you know Mute?"
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"Yeah, he's a good guy, saved a friends ass a while ago"
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"He's a great soldier" [spoiler]self promotion for the win [/spoiler]
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"Damn right he is"
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"A friend of yours?"
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"I guess so"
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[b]He taps the body again[/b] "Nothing worth left, kinda sad about that"
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"Not so sure of that" [b]He says, picking it up and skinning it, then making a robe out of the flesh[/b] "I sure as shit ain't wearing this, you want it?" [spoiler]He's... A fūcked up person every once in a while [/spoiler]
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[b]He gives you a look of disgust[/b] "........"
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"Hey man, in these conditions some people would be grateful" [b]he says, throwing it to the side and walking away[/b]