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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi:
6/17/2016 11:22:31 PM
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[b]Unity.[/b]
Ling was thinking about too many things. He was in bed alone of course.
He just recently woke up, a certain event transpired from the day before. The battle of Slaanesh's Demise. The night of that battle was merely indescribable, celebration happened all around the Quarters. But of course the Inquisitor was missing from those, perhaps he just wanted peace. At least that would be what any person would think.
Ling got out of bed, changing into his clothes. Not his normal Inquisitorial Coat strangely but instead a simple black shirt with a Inquisitors Brooch pinned to his left shoulder.
His pants were not remarkable as well, just mere pants of Onyx color.
"Today's going to be different. Hopefully."
He said to himself and he exited his Quarters. He looked to his left, where his Power Armor stood.
He decided to not get in it, no point anyways. He walked around the Quarters, looking at the rather small Ferrocrete buildings besides the Vehicles Garage.
He sighed, it was boring around here until one of his Grey Knights approached.
"Inquisitor you will want to see this, I was doing my daily Daemon Wards and then I found..it."
"What is it?"
"Turns out the Imperial Guardsmen had a shitload of liquor."
"What..? But How?"
"I don't know. But I'm sure we will get rid of it."
They conversed while walking to the barracks.
They entered and the Guardsmen were all lined up, wall to wall.
In the middle of the room was Liquor of various kinds, Whiskey, Scotch, Tequila you name it.
The Inquisitor went over to one side of the room.
"Who the hell had Alcohol!?"
He yelled, and the Guardsmen pointed to five people.
"You five will be re trained! But first you will sober up!"
He said once more and they nodded.
The Inquisitor grabbed as many bottles he could and left the building, the Grey Knight also carrying the rest with Him.
[b]Meanwhile.[/b]
Ciarn, the Eldar Warlock was drunk out of his mind with Arknin.
"[b][u]You-You're technology is bullshit.[/u][/b]"
The Tech Priest said.
"Says the person with exploding bullets, I mean like what the hell. it's so messy."
[spoiler]Open to all! I'll actually reply this time I promise.[/spoiler]
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The Black Templar from before noticed the three, carrying the alcohol. His helmeted head tilt in curiosity. "Hmm? Booze, eh? I should nick some of that..."
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Ling kept walking along until he met the Piss Drunk Duo. "Well At-Atleast I can cut things with my guns!" "[b][u]Can you Explode them....? No.[/u][/b] " Well your technology is bullshit!" "[b][u]No your technology is bullshit.[/u][/b]"
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The Black Templar swiftly and silently had followed the Inquisitior, wanting to get in on this and the booze. Hue.
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god dammit wehb. Anyways onto the fücking story. The Eldar Warlock and the Priest noticed Ling and his Slave-I mean Grey Knights holding the booze. "Can you..[i]give[/i] us some?" "[b][u]Please?[/u][/b]" Ling was annoyed at this, Mostly because Arknin was drunk. "What the hell are you two doing? You." He pointed to the Warlock. "Go, now. and Arknin, you should get some rest." The Warlock walked off, mumbling some random shit. Ling walked away with his Grey Sla-I mean Knights carrying the Alcohol back to Lings Quarters. Where it is to be 'Disposed' of.
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"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! HEY! STOP FOR A SECOND!" Aethald's booming voice rang out from behind Ling and his Grey Slaves.
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"What!?" He yelled back. The Inquisitor turned around staring at the space marine.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/18/2016 4:34:19 PMThe Spess Mahreen was just wearing his standard armour, the black Maltese star of the Black Templar Initiate shining on his pauldron. His Chainsword was on his back, in a makeshift sheath, and his Bolter was dangling at his side via a Devotion Chain, bound to his weapon and his fist. "THE BOOZE! GIMME SOME O' THAT SHIT!" The Spess Mahreen yells in response.
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"FÜCK NO! NOW PISS OFF! IM GETTING RID OF THIS!" Even though no one was stupid enough to not know he was going to drink this. He walked to his Quarters again.
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"HEY! YOU LITTLE FÜCK, AT LEAST HAVE THE COURTESY TO SHARE!" The Initiate practically sprinted after Ling, his heavy ass boots stomping on the ground.
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Ling ran to the side, he was not getting his ass stomped today. Meanwhile the Grey Knights dropped the Alcohol and went on to restrain him. "FÜCK YOU, ALCOHOLIC!" He said running off.
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He bobbed and weaved around the Grey Knights, sprinting to the booze that the Grey Slaves had dropped, and very quickly snatching a couple of bottles off the ground before sprinting after Ling, yelling at the top of his lungs, "THAT'S REALLY FÜCKING RUDE, MAN!"
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Ling had managed to get a bottle of scotch open and starting drinking it. "WELL YOU ARE CHASING A INQUISITOR OV-" He coughed over how bad it tasted, he never really tried alcohol. "FÜCK HOW CAN YOU GUYS DRINK THIS?"
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"YOU LEARN TO FÜCKING DRINK IT, AND THEN YOU BECOME AN ALCOHOLIC, YOU LOSE YOUR JOB, AND EVENTUALLY YOUR WIFE LEAVES YOU AND TAKES THE KIDS WITH HER BECAUSE YOU'RE A DEADBEAT AND USELESS HUSBAND!" The Black Templar continued to sprint after the Inquisitior, the stomping of his boots gradually getting closer.
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"THAT REALLY FÜCKING HURT MY FEELINGS! I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY." he said, and he threw the bottle of scotch at the Marine, it shattering on impact. "FÜCK THIS IM GOING BACK TO MY QUARTERS! HAVE YOUR BOOZE SHITLORD." He dropped the bottles down and ran away.
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"GOOD FOR YOU!" The man very quickly ran over to the alcohol, dropping to his knees and quickly taking all of the booze in his arms, pressing them against his armoured chest. "You're safe with me now... Don't worry..." He silently said to himself.
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Now Ling was probably going to go hang with Macha or something. Ling reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle of wine. "That shitlord doesn't know you're with me..its okay." He said
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[spoiler]End. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]How the fück did it hurt his feels? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]it just did. he's a sensitive fgt.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]now you are the Heretic.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You are too, actually. With your Xeno nailing habits. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's not as bad as a alcoholic.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Still a Heretic. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]not. you out heretic-ed me so now you are the Heretic.[/spoiler]
