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| It's war | Started by: Conn- on Jan 19, '17 01:55 |
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Canada. Home of the juiciest, biggest dicks of the whole planet. Richard had traveled there for a week, hunting down the famous Noah for a little picture of the biggest dick on earth, always followed by his companion Pussy Galore. After a week of running, dick shooting and most of all, dick fencing, the popular duo came back home, in Vegas. What they saw when they arrived was truly horrific, especially for an innocent, nice man like Richard, who trembled at the sight of an uncharged gun. Gun shots ringing from everywhere, friends turning back on each other, the putrid smell of the dead. But that's not what disgusted Mr.Shots the most, it was the smell of betrayal which made him puke on the side of the road. He stood there, in his stopped car and watched his beloved city fighting, tears rolling down his face. What happened? The great Vegas, Sin City, thriving like no other. Why? He could see some New Yorkers taking part of it all as well, it was total mayhem. It was hell. He then remembered a couple of words his friend Conn had told him before he left. He had kid with Fiona, he needed to find that kid. It was the only thing he could grasp on for the moment, the only reality in this fiction like tragedy. He needed to find the kid. --------------------------------------------------------------------- RIP Summerlin, LV. You guys where fucking awesome, had a huge blast and definitely made me want to come back for some more. I will see you in another life shortly, but I love you all so much <3 ~The Sexy Sax Guy from your dreams, Conn |
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well they took out Brooklyn because they said we was proing but they was before us and we know had spy's over there. |
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| Reply by: AdrianaVixen at Jan 19, '17 03:26 | |
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Meme Lord was walking down the desolated Detroit streets, looking for something to do. A job, an adventure, something. He didn't care about the money, all he wanted was adrenaline. He finally took a break, dropping his heavy bag to the ground. It contained plenty of little gadgets he used, and they where pretty heavy. Compared to his father, Lord was strong and bulky and he always hid his face with a robot mask, made out of plastic obviously. He suddenly felt an arm go down on his shoulder and he quickly turned around, punching the unknown figure in the stomach with his brass knuckle. "It's me.... Richard...." he heard the bald man say, holding his stomach in pain. "Sorry" coldly said Lord, in a muffled voice. |
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| Reply by: Meme_Lord at Jan 19, '17 18:47 | |
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"So what happened?" quickly asked Lord, wondering why his father's friend was here. ".... I'm sorry... but your father is dead...." sadly announced Richard. "Killed by his former city Vegas... fucked up shit I know..." he added, on the verge of tears. Lord remained calm, thinking about the situation, kind of like a robot. He liked robots, hence the mask. They didn't have any feelings, only pure smart logic. Feelings where for the weak, they cause corruption and death. "That doesn't make any sense..." he finally said, recalculating every bit of information he had. "Why would get shot by his own.... what would Vegas get out of it?" he asked, not expecting an answer. Richard lifted his shoulders, making sign he had no idea as well. Then it hit Lord, like a bucket of cold water being dumped on his head. "A power play, it's a fucking power play..." he said. "It's the only thing that makes sense... thank you Mr. Shots." he added coldly, turning his back and leaving. He didn't feel sad, not even angry. His dad had left him to go settle down in Detroit. All he had to do now is live up to his fathers name.... |
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| Reply by: Meme_Lord at Jan 20, '17 03:16 | |
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