Is that all?
Hm, honestly, I had you pegged as the kind of guy who kills his ex, or something suitably vice.
Come on now, Mr. Vigilante, I'm going to have to take you in now.
-He holds a small, cylindrical object in one hand, and a pair of hand cuffs in the other-
-Assumes the Sniper is some kind of military man-
edited 18th Jun '13 7:03:47 PM by eldritchseer
Two things, first and foremost, this is not a lightsaber, this is a Light Sword.
And secondly, you are threatening me with not only a meat clever, but a throwing knife.
Where do you get these wonderful toys, because the throwing knife looks expensive.
-Reaches for his holster and pulls out a magnum-
I do have a gun.
Why are you doing this, anyway?
edited 18th Jun '13 7:17:44 PM by eldritchseer
I don't really fucking know. I die all the goddamn time. In fact I'm pretty sure killing me would just send me home. -puts his SMG back- Besides, I really don't give a fuck.
-to Zach- Me? Shits and giggles.
edited 18th Jun '13 7:21:30 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...
-okay, that's one less guy to worry about-
-wait, where's that music coming from?-
...
-reluctantly puts his weapons back inside his vest-
-the music changes as soon as he does that-
So tell me... where are we? This isn't Miami. It's too damn cold here...
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You know what, fuck this. I just got done killing two cleaners who were hiring masked hitmen to slaughter the entire Russian Mafiya.
You wanna lock me up? Fuck you. I don't see any cops solving this shit.
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