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Edytowany przez użytkownika steg567:
11/6/2015 1:56:56 AM
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4 OdpowiedziYou are a Titan. Stalwart defender of the city. Pioneer of the Guardians, and vanquisher of Darkness. You have been taken. Relax. Abandon your wall. Step out into the true light, the light that illuminates so that you may finally understand the meaning of strength. Here, nothing can touch you. What walls do you stand upon? What City do you guard? You stand in front of a wall built from fear. Fear that there is nothing beyond your Tower; fear that your Traveler cannot save you; fear that, in the end, your strength is not enough to guard the City populated with the only purpose you have ever known: war. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [peace]. Leave behind this infinite struggle and embrace the reality which is the Deep. Join the everlasting City, in which there are no walls, for there are no enemies that need kept out. Only here will you finally find solace. Take the knife. Feel the void wash over you. Take your new shape. What do yall think? Should I do another or end my writing career right now?
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Wtf is going on lmao
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Y'all Taken need to chill
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[spoiler]A Hammer[/spoiler]
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Saltiness You are a salty hunter, jealous how titans get to throw mother(blam)ing hammers of death at there foes, You have been taken, Now take the knife and take your new form, away from nerfing or op weapons
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Infinite hammers that do quadruple damage to hunters, bring a tissue and be considerate of others
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Edytowany przez użytkownika littleandy454: 9/29/2015 11:07:16 PMWhoa... looks around at all the You are... you've been taken... weird crying people... backs out of thread slowly... Edit: OK... creepy Grimiore cards... still backing out slowly
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Edytowany przez użytkownika Praxic8850: 9/25/2015 2:03:56 AMYou are a guardian. Resurrected by the light, you protect your city and give hope to your kind. The life of the city rests upon your shoulders. You have been taken. Put down your weapons, release your burden there is no need to fight. Why do you fight? It is not your choice, the light blinds you, you are its slave. Release yourself from this burden guardian. This is your knife, it is shaped like [free will] Take up the knife, take up your new shape. [spoiler]alternate knife could be [cheese][/spoiler]
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2 OdpowiedziIt was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.
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8 OdpowiedziYou are a titan. Proudly you served the last City in its defense, protecting it with put so much as a thank you with fist, hammer, and shield. For many years you guarded the wall with nary a commendation, even for your greatest of triumphs. You have been taken. Stop your ceaseless defending, your endless striking, your breaking. Drop your rifle, for your duty is done. You stand relieved. What purpose do you have, what drives you? To hold the line. To be a bulwark for those you defend. But a wall can only defend, and will one day crack and fall. You need to attack, to strike first, and fast. There is a knife for you, its shaped like [blink]. Take up your knife. Use it. Take your new shape.
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2 OdpowiedziYou are a scrub. You spend your existence endlessly attempting to "git gud" whilst every other player knows your K.D. Is only where it is because of Hawkmoon. You have been taken. Relax. Cancel that 10 paragraph rant on the fourms about how bullshit getting taken is. You have the darkness flowing through you. You don't need that hawkmoon anymore. You have gitten Gud. What is the new meta? How can I let this salt flow throughout me with the greatest strength? [b]You[/b] are the new meta. You got on your knees and sucked Oryx's dick and now you are his bitch. His lag and error codes are one with you. You fell to his -3 bar connection and reported his ass. But what good is reporting if it doesn't do shit? You have a knife. It is shaped like [salt]. Use this knife to cut a channel for your inner saltiness, and to feed that salt to Your king and his minions.
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A falcon punch. Now the only things that can damage me are my own falcon punches.
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Microtransactions
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You are a Stormcaller. You connect with the skies, you bring its wrath upon your enemies. You bring upon its elegance, beauty of arc divine; you bring its power, destruction and chaos manifest into your palms. The trance is all you know - it is what you live for and what you earn. Not anymore. You are now taken. The skies have betrayed you, and rage fills your empty shell. The City is not your calling, for the Dreadnaught speaks to your mind and tortures you to no end. Fill the empty void with darkness. Drink from the Chalice of Oryx's Victories, fulfill your thirst for vengeance with the dead memories of your past. There is a knife in front of you. It is shaped like a bolt. Take the knife, and let it consume you, control you, give you purpose. You belong to Oryx now. Long live the King.
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A pizza
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Mine would be shaped like loneliness
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I dunno about you guys but my knife is shaped like [just a knife]
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Edytowany przez użytkownika GIVE EM HELLBOY: 10/8/2015 12:00:41 AMSorrow.....
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I get it I read grimore. Idk what I'd be. Make one up please!
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7 OdpowiedziYou are Mr. Torgue. You love explosions. Lasers are overrated anyways You have been taken. You no longer need explo --- BORRRRING --- ... Excuse me? --- you don't want to hear about that do you guardians? You wanna hear about loot, pecs, and explosions! --- no, no, no, stuff doesn't matter anymore. Instead indulge in silentious uninhibited conduct free of pyrotechnics. --- that sentence had too many syllables apologize!!! --- no, you know what fine, I'm done with this one. Take up your knife. It is shaped like [ THIS MESSAGE IS IRRELEVANT].... *sigh* I'm Torgue and I am here to ask you one question and one question only: EXPLOSIONS!!!!!
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You are a Titan, fat and useless You have been taken Take up the knife, it is shaped like [hammer] Finally you too will get kills in the crucible
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Good teamates. Cause 90% of randoms are the dumbest bitches you will ever meet and they polute everything to an extent were crucible without a fireteam is next to impossible.
