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Edited by Storm Wizard620:
12/7/2015 12:06:19 AM
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[i][u][b]The calm before... Fuçk that! I am the storm![/b][/u][/i]
[b]Somewhere over Terra,[/b]
[i]The clouds darken and blot out the sub, the air chills, thunder can be heard... All of these are signs... that the world just got cooler!! If one where to look close enough, they could see Thomas "Storm Wizard" Striker hovering through the sky, a stupid grin on his face. He looked down at the surface, he'd seen very little about the on goings down there, but all that was going to change.
He headed down for a plaza, where, there had apparently been a battle; not much of one, but still a battle. He looked around from underneath his fedora, holding his staff in one hand, and decided to look around. There wasn't much to look at, there was a comic book store, a Tex-Mex restaurant, and a grocery store. He sat down with a plate of chimichangas and a old comic book.[/i]
[spoiler][b][i][u]OPEN[/u][/i][/b][/spoiler]
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[b][i]A very fat man walks out of the Tex-Mex.[/i][/b]
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"What... The... Hell..."
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[b][i]He throws Tex-Mex at you.[/i][/b]
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He catches it, "Who the fuсk are you?"
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[b][i]He yells.[/i][/b] "Get away from me!" "Rаpe!" "Rаpe!" [b][i]He pepper sprays you.[/i][/b]
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He's unaffected by the pepper spray, "What?"
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The clouds part and a man floats toward him "Who the fuсk messed with my clouds?"
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"Who da fuçk are you?!"
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"Cayle, the wizard" His grey hair and red cloak flow in the wind
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"Fuçking hell..."
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"What?" He cocks an eyebrow
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"A Wizard? Why?! Do the gods hate me?!"
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"Of course, ive been here forever"
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"Fuçk you, I'm a WIZARD!"
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"Cool" He puts up his hand for a high five
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He accepts the high five.
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A convoy of tanks and armored vehicles pass by and a patrol of infantry follow. The citizens ignore them and the soldiers ignore the civilians. An officer does enter the restaurant and sits at a table near you.
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Thomas gives the officer a side glance, inspecting armor and weapons... Just in case.
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The armor is clearly foreign. It bears the marks of the Valhallans, the hammer and sickle in a red star. His assault rifle is an AK-704, a versatile and deadly weapon. His side arm can not be determined due to his holster. He seems to notice you eyeing him. "Can I help you sir?"
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Thomas just goes back to his food.
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"I thought as much." He says and shrugs before sitting down with a cup of tea and watching people come and go.
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Striker looks out side, this was all confusing to him.
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[quote] plate of chimichangas and a old comic [/quote] [spoiler]REFERENCES WERE MADE[/spoiler]
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[quote][quote] plate of chimichangas and a old comic [/quote] [spoiler]REFERENCES WERE MADE[/spoiler][/quote]
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[spoiler]Yes, yes they where.[/spoiler] [spoiler]That was for the people that would understand who his personality is based off of.[/spoiler]
