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Snipexe

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  1. Jack walked into the room. He’d taken the invitation for this weird party off a nobleman who’d been too busy being mugged to pay attention. Nobles were always going to fancy parties like this, with some kind “theme”. It made him sick, thinking of them at something like this, just prattling away. Looking around the room he saw a few people standing around, and waiters bringing food. He walked up and grabbed a drink.
  2. I like the white sand graphic novels
  3. Here goes nothing:
  4. Ok, thanks! I’ll have one up in a bit
  5. Is it too late for me to sneak in a character?
  6. Harold watched the two men of the farmstead pull out weapons and approach. He let out a laugh. “You see this Farsight? The farmers think they can stand up to us.” Farsight merely grimaced in His vocalchords had begun to Rust away, and anytime time he tried to talk it was incredibly painful. They had tried to come here for that reason, he and his brother. They’d had a farmstead just like this one. It had been going well, and their rough days from the past began to wear away. A Water Syndicate official had changed all of that. Harold couldn’t even remember his name, burn it all, he could just see a face, grinning as he stole their little farm from under his fingers. With nothing else, they’d had to return to what they knew best. Banditry. They had ran a crew that dominated the rail lines between Ironthread and Burning, and it was easy to set up another crew. You could always find men that were willing to be bandits, men who society had already turned into scum and just had yet to show it. All you had to do was give them a little push and they’d do whatever you wanted. “Do you really think people like you, people who haven’t been ground to dust between grit and rust can stop us? You’ve got something to lose, or else you wouldn’t be out here with a gun. But us you see, we have nothing. You shoot me and my men here, and someone meaner with a few more guns will just come along. We don’t even want your land. Just hand over your water, and we’ll let y’all live.” Bill watched silently as the man gave his spiel. “Well,” he said turning to Taz, “If we make it out alive you’re hired.” He turned back to the bandits and fired his shotgun into the one who had spoken.
  7. ? I think I’m an antagonist (feed the weird!)
  8. 45, 2, 3 376, 7, 7 100, 15, 9 250, 9, 1 A clock is ticking, running down The weird is coming, coming around The answer is here, in the thread Don’t feed the truth, the truth is dead.
  9. If you make a sacrifice, the prophecy may be delayed, otherwise....
  10. Scissors will return with the weird in one day. The countdown has started.
  11. At this point, this thread should almost be moved the rp forum
  12. Scissors felt uncomfortable. Everything was going so well without his interference. He returned to the triangle universe, content to hold back the weird for now.
  13. Ace turned as the man who had pointed the killer out to him returned with another in tow. They fired on the waiter, though the one that had arrived fired on him as well. He hit the deck, grateful that the shots were off target. He climbed up and then ripped out Diamonds. He turned to the serial killer, as shots wizzed by him. He fired Diamonds, emptying a whole clip into the man, before pulling out another clip and emptying it as well. The first volley plugged the man in chest. The second hit him in the face, smashing the nose in and continuing through the skull. The man dropped [slightly more graphic images ahead]
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