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2/15/2016 5:56:44 PM
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[i]Wilson's hulking frame is seen marching towards them now, at a decent pace. His machine gun remains in firing position, all of his other weapons holstered. His cloak billows behind him, the American flag tattered, faded. The eyes of his suit glow an eerie red, and he stops in front of the Frontiersman. Standing at nearly 7 feet tall, he cuts an imposing figure. [/i]
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"Mister Wilson, it seems you enjoy killing, yes?" [b][i]The man asks, taking note of his figure, the flag, the eerie eyes, and the rest of the armour, as well as the armaments he is equipped with. [/i][/b][u]A well armed psychopath, haven't seen something this bad since... Ever[/u][b][i] He thinks to himself. [/i][/b]
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Nah, I'm -blam!-ing Bob Ross painting forests. Of [i]course[/i] I do. It's like watching that asshole kid in the class do really well, and then you -blam!- up their project as they walk in.
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[b][i]He lightly chuckles, but straightens up once more. [/i][/b]"I know of a group to slaughter, few thousand people, you in?" [b][i]He asks, pulling a specialized M4A1 from his back[/i][/b]
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How much you payin'?
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"Ten grand, and I'll cover the costs of ammo"
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Good enough for me. How soon?
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"Whenever you're ready, I'll get a ship to grab us"
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Let's ride. [spoiler]New post, I assume?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yeah. You want to make it, or should I? It's an assault on Mars. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]make it yourself. I'll reply once it's up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]post is up. [/spoiler]
