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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/2/2016 10:49:18 PM
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[i]But of course Dada![/i] [u]Is he sick Grandmother?![/u] [i][u]Of course-[/u][/i] [b]The time seems to shift and it is now nighttime. The children are gone and the woman sits at a table, eating [/b] "Memories are a funny thing."
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*Mortar, catching on, decides to talk* Oh, um, yeah. How come you ask?
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[b]The woman looks up at you. [/b] "Dear are you alright? Valerie asked a question hours ago. You've been dozed out." [b]As you interact with the memory, Nora seems to disappear. Your clothes change and so does your appearance [/b]
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Oh, I think. I don't know, something seems off. Just a few minutes ago, I saw this place as a barren building, completely worn down. Then Nora came in, and... Nora. *Mortar wonders why exactly she is doing this to him* It's nothing, I'm fine
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"Nora? Nora is asleep darling."
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Oh, um, okay. Well, it's not exactly okay. A few minutes ago, I was Mortar. Ex God, the best demon of 2016, and now, I have no idea where or who I am... like some weird acid trip. I swear to god, did Nora drug me or something? *He looks at the woman* I guess that didn't make any sense, did it?
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"Mortar? Why do you speak of that ghastly being? Especially in the year 1265..."
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Wait, you've heard of Mortar? I only changed it in high school, around 2003... I apologize, what year is it? *Mortar was confused as hell, what the hell did Nora do?*
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"The year is 1274 dear. What do you mean you changed it? The ghastly being known as Mortar has been around for the past decade. He runs the bandits..."
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Wait, what the hell? *Mortar sighs* I know this seems weird, but can you describe this Mortar? Just asking.
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"Of course I can! He is short, very short. Like a dwarf almost! Actually he might be a dwarf..."
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Oh, okay... I have strange mixed emotions about this... on the one hand, I am not this Mortar, but another, who in this time zone is called Gore. But on the other hand, this "Mortar" is disgracing my name. *Mortar checks his shoulder, his symbol is still on his shoulder. This was relieving, any form he took, it would be there, and that could show this woman he wasn't crazy*
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[b]The woman seems utterly confused. When suddenly, the world seems to fade away. Now you stand outside a castle, holding a sword. There are hundreds of people standing behind you [/b] ?- SPEECH!
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Speech? Oh, um... *He looks around, a war seems to starting, he assumed* Words cannot mark this momentous occasion, so let's go in and kill shit!
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[b]The people go wild with enthusiasm as they start charging towards the gates [/b]
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*Mortar follows, sword in hand. He knows how to use it, so this is gonna be fun*
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[b]As you approach the gates, an explosion completely obliterates them, creating a door. As you charge inside, bandits meet and you start clashing [/b] ??- KILL HIM! [b]A bandit runs towards you [/b]
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OKAY THEN! *Mortar slashes at the bandit, then blocks for any attacks that may come*
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[b]The bandit falls to the ground, but no attacks come. You are standing inside the throne room. A dozen bandits surround you as the Baron sits in his chair[/b] ??- I am Mortar! Who are you?
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*Mortar thinks this through, then makes a decision* I am Gore, but you can call me Mortar. You have disgraced my name, so I am gonna call you Muerto. [spoiler]That's Spanish for dead.[/spoiler]
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"A man of many tongues. You will die." [b]Two Bandits approach you [/b]
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Don't have to be a bloodhound to smell that bullshit. *Mortar chuckles. His body is different, but his wits aren't. He lunges at one bandit, slashing his chest open, and goes for another* Now, this becomes fun.
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[b]As you lunge towards the second two more approach. The second bandit attempts to block you [/b]
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No no no no NO! *Mortar slashes 360°
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[b]The three bandits drop to the ground and you suddenly find that all others are also dead. The dwarf looks at you, terrified[/b]
