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6/18/2016 4:23:43 PM
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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]
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[spoiler]Crap.[/spoiler]
