adelli
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| 26 Jul 2016 04:37 AM |
| In a late afternoon in the contested area between Kosovo and Metohija, Serbia, Rodrick Heffley knew what his contract was: to assassinate Kosovan President Hashim Thaci. He fled his family to the great Serbia and knew leaving behind everything he had was important was very harsh, but this was his some now. Years of being an Eastern European contract killer has changed the teen from when he was at America. He swiftly crossed from village to village to get to the pristine city of Pristina, the capital, where the president was most likely hiding. Rodrick traversed from town to town, trying not to look suspicious at all. Little did he know that his mission would be far from easy. In western Kosovo, Rodrick climbed on top of a yurt and took out his MSR with night vision to scout any kebab in sight. A rustling of leaves occurred in the midst ahead. Rodrick adjusted his tactical visor and identified the Syrian refugee hiding in the great Serbia. Reaching into his pocket for a suppressor, “damn, I left it in my bag on the lower level, I must take him out now”. Unsheathing his katana, he followed the kebab like he was in assassin’s creed. Quickly slitting his throat, another disgrace to Mother Serbija has been removed. Rodrick had always been a fan of hyper right political ideologies and the extermination of all muslims in Serbia. He went back for his bag of weapons and ammunition and continued his trek towards being a national hero. Days later, the Heffleyboy arrived in the outskirts of Pristina. This desolate place was full of kebab scum. “Yuck, this place is a disgrace to my country, a nuke here is needed”. All of a sudden, inside a hovel resting, the door was kicked open and 6 men taunted their AK 47s at Rodrick. “Hands up you savage piece of manure or I will shoot you”. Rodrick retorted in Serb “Do not falter fellow friends, as I am not the bad guy here. Take a look at all these kebab here, they disgrace our nation and our people. If you wish to shoot me, I may have another plan for you, esteemed comrades”. Unconvinced, the mercenaries fired at Rodrick, but he immediately unsheathed his katana and deflected all shots, scattering his adversaries. One of the leftist mercenaries lunged at Rodrick as he back flipped onto a staircase. “Do not underestimate me comrade, as this has been the worst mistake of your life” and as soon as he finished talking, he fired 20 rounds of his red camo ACR into the mercenary’s chest, ending him. 5 left. It was not a good idea to put that much time into one enemy though, as the assassination attempt persisted as Rodrick arrived on the upper level on the staircase. The noise of the battle scattered all the kebab away to a neighboring village, much to Rodrick’s dismay. His face was met by a iron knuckle fist from a buff mercenary, damaging his visor and disorienting him. Rodrick spat blood and dodged another fist from the intruder. With his arm in a vulnerable position, the Heffleyboy grabbed it and snapped it around his back. Not quick enough, 2 other attackers shot their colleague instead of the assassin, leaving there to be 4 left, 2 on the roof and 2 on the lower level. In a bad position Rodrick dodged all shots from his supernatural ability from his tactical visor. Nearing them both, the contract killer unsheathed his sword and said “fellow countrymen let us settle this like men”. Both mercenaries ran out of ammo in their assault rifles and had no other choice but to oblige. They both took out Serbian Army standard issue swords and began a swordfight with Rodrick Heffley on the roof of a hovel in Kosovo. Rodrick parried both spars from the mercs and jeered “is this the quality of melee that our country possesses?”. Minutes later Rodrick landed a roundhouse kick to the skull of one mercenary, launching him of the building and killing him. With the other 2 mercenaries arriving on the roof, one critically injured with flesh wounds in the stomach. Within an instant 5 seconds of fire, Rodrick’s katana snapped in half from the force of the fmj from the elite squadron leader’s round. Just a flash later after dodging a flurry of bullets from the mercs, Rodrick’s visor broke. Not only did his tactical visor break, but his mission and his hope for his country. The Heffley teen was shot 32 times in the upper body, leaving him on the ground ready to die. The squadron leader knelt over and said “Hello comrade, my name is Dragan Spaljic, and you are the threat to this nation my friend. And so help me god that the parasite that is yourself is rid from this earth”. Rodrick’s last action was spitting in his face before he was stabbed all over his body 190 times and his corpse burned in southern Serbia.... |
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CheyBlue
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| 26 Jul 2016 04:40 AM |
| Oh my gawd it's adelli I'm a huge fan |
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| 26 Jul 2016 04:42 AM |
| this post is worthy of an adurite medal |
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M00nBeast
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