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Edited by Nox:
2/22/2016 11:58:14 PM
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Aleks can be seen, and heard in the mess hall of the ship after he got on using unorthodox methods which included a flying whale, and a lot of crashing. The lonely little man is cooking, throwing some spices into a pan as he slowly spins the contents around, he fiddles in his pocket with his free, left hand before pulling s match out which he then lights on fire by pulling it past his shirt, he then strikes the match through the pan, lighting the contents on fire as the oil ignites, though the fire soon stops which leaves the contents nice and crispy. "I'm still a master baker...." He says as he pulls a plate from a cabinet whilst still twirling the food around in the pan before quickly scooping the food onto said plate with a spatula, he then looks at the food which appears to be a very clean, but crispy cut of steak, some very crispy potatoes, and some very exotic looking vegetables. He then slowly takes the plate after turning the gas off, which makes the flame disappear, and takes off to a lonely little corner in which he slowly, but tastefully begins to eat.
[spoiler]opah![/spoiler]
English
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[b]you hear screams from some random dude down the hall[/b]
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"Oh great..."
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[b]he returns with a burrito, already half eaten.[/b] "Hai."
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"Hello"
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"What magics do you possess, my padawan? Cuz everyone here is a wizard or some shit."
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"Me? Magic? Nah fam, I use my scythe, a gun, and a suit which makes me go 100 miles per hour"
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"Finally, god everyone was sooo stupid with that, especially back on the Avalon. Sooo what's ya name"
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"The Avalon? Huh.... My name is Frost... JK, I'm Aleks Gorbachev, yours?"
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[b]as he says frost he shoots himself through the temp and falls onto the table [/b] "... Why..."
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"Frost has a negative reputation, I see..."
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[b]he bolts to his feet, using the old blanks trick that got his ancestors killed sooo many times[/b] "Yeah, the bastard won't stay dead."
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"Neither will I! Did you know that I've been declared dead for 5 times?"
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[b]he gasps and wispers [/b] "I trusted you..." [b]very quietly before reloading the handgun [/b]
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[spoiler]HAHAHHAHA[/spoiler] "Whoa! Though I've never actually died, unless my heart stopping completely counts"
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"Bro. Make up your damn mind. My heart.. Hearts? Have stopped at least six times this week, that doesn't count"
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"Hey, I never counted myself as dead, though others have"
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"Meh, your fine. I know a lot of people who bit the dust..." [b]he begins cheerfully listing names, counting on his fingers for each one, and when he runs out he starts using weapons in his backpack [/b]
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"Eha"
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[b]he continues, unloading an absurd amount of weapons until he starts unloading bloody organs. He eats a kidney as he counts it[/b]
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"M89, what"
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"Wut." [b]he stares at him and slowly raises a lung to his mouth[/b]
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"Cannibalism? I can cook that stuff y'know"
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"I'm a wisp, it's not technically cannibalism.. But it is delicious." [b]he bites into it and waits for him to either shoot him or kick him out[/b]
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[b]He just watches, curiousity shining in his red eyes[/b] "I've dabbled into cannibalism before"
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"It tastes gud"
