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9/29/2015 12:15:18 AM
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-You see him drop down and walk to the dealer and he starts talking and when the dealer reaches in his pocket he get's injected with the liquid in the syringe and he ties them to a street light-
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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"
