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sure lol. I want TS to get some more action since it's been awhile anyways
He sighs
He looks like he’s about to cry
ight, I'll just make sure to up some of the cultists power levels
"Are you okay....?"
based
He puts his hands in his back pocket and grabs something
He hesitates, nervous, with the men around him getting nervous.
He pulls it out. It’s a DETONATOR
He brings it over his head. “FOR THE LEGION!!!!!”
They all quickly react, as soldiers open fire on him.
He gets shot in the chest and arm and his legs buckle and he falls down. He detonator drops beside him and is still moving. “Ughhhhhh”
It glows a bit bit it seems normal expect for the fact tehre doednt seem to be any eye holes
He gabs his pistol but doesnt pull it out andturns around scaning the sence looking for antyhing
hello children and husband
She sends a shock wave through it, attempting to make sure there isn't any sort of secret machines before she puts it on.
She feels tragerly at ease with it on
"soon our furur will speek"
Haiiii
The captain grabs the detonator, and a few Powerian soldiers move in, keeping aim at him. "Nice try." The captain smirks, before looking at his men. He nods to them to say thank you, and they nod back.
He sees and hears nothing. It's almost like he's just hearing things.
The Legion of Mankind, DeltaSource, and Fresno visalia
He sits back down and presses a button under his desk before heaidng back to work more tense than before
Post self-deleted by DeltaSource.
He continues to move. “Death to you all!” A blood pool forms under him. “You.... have.... just started somet- somethi-“
He dies before he finishes his sentence
legion moment, dieing like that
SMH
Mda more like cringeda
When he turns around, he sees Rh0 sitting there, cleaning his sword. He looks over. "?"
They all realize this, but the captain laughs. "Yeah right, Mr. Crossing the border and threading with a detonator." The captain pulls out a plasma pistol.
"Die peacefully soldier, as your words will cost the lives of millions." He pulls the trigger, ending his misery.
"your here, glad that worked. I assume you know why I wantd to talk?"
"What's the job you want me to get done?"
"hoszt enstian i understand you have a ungue history him"
Hello son, are you fed
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