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9/29/2015 12:02:30 AM
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I observe the way someone walks, how they act on the streets. I seen you, and knew who you were. Anyways, what're you doing?
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Heh. Interesting style. I prefer the classics however. Claws come out of JTs knuckles, and he grapples to a rooftop. Halfway there, however, he grapples a dealer to him, and stabs him midair. I try to be as brutal as I can with dealers.
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Then you better sit down, it's a long story. My dad was a dealer, who supplied to my mother. Daddy räped mother, mother got pregnant and killed dad. She then sold me when I was young to a slaver. That's why I have a cereal number in place of a name. Anyways, I was forced to work. I killed the slaver at 16, and was taken in by dealers. They got me in touch with my girlfriend, who made me a damned cyborg. She got high, tried to kill me, and I killed her. The dealers seen this, and tried to kill me. I killed them, and found my mother. She tried to kill me while high, so I killed her. Drugs killed everyone I ever cared about, and dealers supply that shit. There. My story.
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"Well first of all i'm not from here i'm from a world and dimension that's entirly different I was a soldier and scientist I was in a experiment called project safehouse where I was to find a world where my people could settle and restart but during the traveling process I lost my memory and I've made many friends and my brother came through so were together now and they think i'm most likly dead"
