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| 29 Mar 2014 12:14 PM |
(Ah, it's good to see you back up and running!
However, I'll be on later usually, with GCSE Revision and whatnot.) |
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| 29 Mar 2014 12:18 PM |
| Posting to get this into 'MyForums'. |
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| 29 Mar 2014 12:43 PM |
Name: Wusha Nickname: Wush Bio: A newcomer to the Noob Police.
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| 29 Mar 2014 09:56 PM |
Name: Lizard Nickname: Boxhead Giraffe Bio: no |
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| 30 Mar 2014 09:04 AM |
Mar: *Driving the truck*
(It's like I travelled back in time... Haven't seen this style of RP in awhile.) |
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| 30 Mar 2014 09:08 AM |
| "I'm feelin' pretty great. The usual." I state, only half interested as I watch the scenery pass. |
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| 30 Mar 2014 09:09 AM |
| "Hey, this is just like Power Rangers!" TSL said. |
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| 30 Mar 2014 09:14 AM |
| TSL removes his crimson sunglasses and stares into your soul as the sun glints upon his snowy-white block head. |
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| 30 Mar 2014 09:27 AM |
| "...Noobs? Big number of them or big size?" I question. Mar's voice tone seemed extremely uneasy. |
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| 30 Mar 2014 09:36 AM |
TSL dances, putting on his sunglasses. Then one of his prancing reindeer drop two pistols and a belt, which strapped onto his waist as the pistols landed in the belt. He pulled out a shotgun from nowhere.
"YEAH!" He said, pumping his fist in the air. |
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| 30 Mar 2014 09:51 AM |
X:
I cough into my hand, sitting on top of a high building overlooking the city. "Damn..." I murmur to no one in particular, thinking about all the attempts the Guardia have sent to get me. It's more annoying than anything with their low level soldiers - I mean, I was their head of assassination. I thought that someone would have better sense than that.
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Now I've probably jinxed it. Great. Well, I need to do something to pass the time. I might go check on my old friends at the NP. I look at my wrist communicator, and start to dial. |
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