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Jarven Zexxel
Code Name: Graz
[member="Hijinks"]
Would you accept this wood glue as an apology?
*Extends a bottle of Gorilla Glue to her*
Would you accept this wood glue as an apology?
*Extends a bottle of Gorilla Glue to her*
Jarven Zexxel
Code Name: Graz
[member="Hijinks"]
Sorry. I saw pink hair and pink ears and the name Hijinks, making me think of Jinx (from League of Legends).
Sorry. I saw pink hair and pink ears and the name Hijinks, making me think of Jinx (from League of Legends).
Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
OOhhh my Gawd...
I sincerely hope the censor in here works on this... forgive me if it don't.
"My fuckin playa is lookin fo' one of mah thugs, seems has returned n' owes him", da ruffneck did not give his name, instead placed his blasta casually on tha bar top. "If mah playas knowz of dis thug yo big-ass booty is ghon be reward most thugged-outly, she goes by tha name of E'ron".
Abaigeal placed tha glass dat biiiiatch was cleanin down n' wiped both handz on her apron as if ta flatten up tha ceases yo, but up in realitizzle she felt tha comfort of her lightsaber hilt. Her eyes did not seek tha patrons or mah playas but remained fixed on what tha fuck rocked up ta be a funky-ass bounty hustla n' shit. Biatch had never holla'd at Vince her full name, no one here knows n' it rocked up da thug was lookin fo' her mutha n' shit.
"Never heard of tha name", her big-ass booty holla'd wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shrug of tha shoulders. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat a shitload of tha patrons knew Abaigeal owned tha shizzle tha playa was rappin of n' moved off they stools n' went fo' tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. This was enough ta inform tha bounty hunta dat his quarry is close, he eyed Abaigeal wit fixed eyes as if tryin ta read her thoughts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast.
Dude leaned in, "Oh I be thinkin you have", his voice straight-up pointed up in remark.
Oh dis was a queen ass muthafucka, dat freaky freaky biatch had come ta like her room up back n' now it rocked up dat biiiiatch would gotta leave Tatooine n' go on tha run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. That or end it n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. "I don't like you or yo' blasta on tha bar, git out". her big-ass booty holla'd up in a straight-up low tone which if mah playas knows her be a sign she be bout ta explode up in temper, couple dat wit tha boilin of her Sith blood now fuelled wit tha darkside, tha playa would not live much longer n' shit. Under her apron her hand grips tha hilt of her saber n' shit.
Abaigeal placed tha glass dat biiiiatch was cleanin down n' wiped both handz on her apron as if ta flatten up tha ceases yo, but up in realitizzle she felt tha comfort of her lightsaber hilt. Her eyes did not seek tha patrons or mah playas but remained fixed on what tha fuck rocked up ta be a funky-ass bounty hustla n' shit. Biatch had never holla'd at Vince her full name, no one here knows n' it rocked up da thug was lookin fo' her mutha n' shit.
"Never heard of tha name", her big-ass booty holla'd wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shrug of tha shoulders. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat a shitload of tha patrons knew Abaigeal owned tha shizzle tha playa was rappin of n' moved off they stools n' went fo' tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. This was enough ta inform tha bounty hunta dat his quarry is close, he eyed Abaigeal wit fixed eyes as if tryin ta read her thoughts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast.
Dude leaned in, "Oh I be thinkin you have", his voice straight-up pointed up in remark.
Oh dis was a queen ass muthafucka, dat freaky freaky biatch had come ta like her room up back n' now it rocked up dat biiiiatch would gotta leave Tatooine n' go on tha run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. That or end it n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. "I don't like you or yo' blasta on tha bar, git out". her big-ass booty holla'd up in a straight-up low tone which if mah playas knows her be a sign she be bout ta explode up in temper, couple dat wit tha boilin of her Sith blood now fuelled wit tha darkside, tha playa would not live much longer n' shit. Under her apron her hand grips tha hilt of her saber n' shit.
I sincerely hope the censor in here works on this... forgive me if it don't.
Watchin her hood bein destroyed mercilessly is tha 2nd most devastatin thang Asteria has seen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Watchin her muthafathas, tha rulaz of Flague, bein beheaded by tha Sith when dat biiiiatch was powerless ta help dem is da most thugged-out devastatin thang her big-ass booty saw. Instead of bein beheaded, tha lil' bizzatch, aged 11, was given as a gift of victory ta tha leader of tha massacre, a ruthless Sith lord.
Afta 2 muthafuckin years as a slave ta tha Sith lord, she capped her master, stole his shizzle n' all dem mazillion credits, n' sought shelta on Naboo. There she mourned fo' tha loss of her playas n' tha loss of her muthafathas, n' bigged up they lives wit tha Baimon cree Nova Birth (Festival of New Birth, a Camoa gangbang biggin' up tha New Year) by plantin tha last Wikinia fruit tree n' carvin a Flaeg farewell sayin tha fuck into a log dat she placed by tha tiny, fragile sapling. Years later, dat biiiiatch would come back when tha saplin wassaying, dat thugged-out biiiatch came back n' carved tha sayin tha fuck into tha bark or tha tree, so it would be there fo' tha rest of eternity:"When itz time fo' me ta lick tha stars, we will hook up again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Love, yo' beloved daughter."
Afta that, when a funky-ass bounty hunta tried ta capture her, she found up dat dat biiiiatch was wanted by her late masterz apprentice, whoz ass wanted revenge, n' her kickin dat shit, yo. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch persuaded a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different bounty hunta dat dat biiiiatch wanted ta learn tha wayz of a assassin, n' trained fo' 3 muthafuckin years wit tha intention ta bust a cap up in tha apprentice. Well shiiiit, it has been all dem muthafuckin years since dat incident n' her ass is now a professionizzle mercenary yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch aint found tha apprentice, yet.
Joinin tha Red Ravens, Asteria found sanctuary wit other mercenaries n' criminals. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a proud as a muthafucka Raven n' loves tha thrill of tha fight wit em.
On a rescue mission wit tha Red Ravens, Asteria, up in a gangbangin' foolish act, broke tha natural law of her species; if you have camouflaged, don't recamouflage until afta all dem minutes rest. By breakin dis law, Asteria must find tha cure fo' tha growin sicknizz dat now dwells inside of her wit tha help of her Raven playas, n' her long-lost freak, Wiliam Leafwalker, or disappear from existence tha fuck into tha next game; n' tha cure is on a hood dat freaky freaky biatch aint been ta fo' over a thugged-out decade; tha Ruinz of Flague...
Afta 2 muthafuckin years as a slave ta tha Sith lord, she capped her master, stole his shizzle n' all dem mazillion credits, n' sought shelta on Naboo. There she mourned fo' tha loss of her playas n' tha loss of her muthafathas, n' bigged up they lives wit tha Baimon cree Nova Birth (Festival of New Birth, a Camoa gangbang biggin' up tha New Year) by plantin tha last Wikinia fruit tree n' carvin a Flaeg farewell sayin tha fuck into a log dat she placed by tha tiny, fragile sapling. Years later, dat biiiiatch would come back when tha saplin wassaying, dat thugged-out biiiatch came back n' carved tha sayin tha fuck into tha bark or tha tree, so it would be there fo' tha rest of eternity:"When itz time fo' me ta lick tha stars, we will hook up again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Love, yo' beloved daughter."
Afta that, when a funky-ass bounty hunta tried ta capture her, she found up dat dat biiiiatch was wanted by her late masterz apprentice, whoz ass wanted revenge, n' her kickin dat shit, yo. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch persuaded a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different bounty hunta dat dat biiiiatch wanted ta learn tha wayz of a assassin, n' trained fo' 3 muthafuckin years wit tha intention ta bust a cap up in tha apprentice. Well shiiiit, it has been all dem muthafuckin years since dat incident n' her ass is now a professionizzle mercenary yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch aint found tha apprentice, yet.
Joinin tha Red Ravens, Asteria found sanctuary wit other mercenaries n' criminals. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch be a proud as a muthafucka Raven n' loves tha thrill of tha fight wit em.
On a rescue mission wit tha Red Ravens, Asteria, up in a gangbangin' foolish act, broke tha natural law of her species; if you have camouflaged, don't recamouflage until afta all dem minutes rest. By breakin dis law, Asteria must find tha cure fo' tha growin sicknizz dat now dwells inside of her wit tha help of her Raven playas, n' her long-lost freak, Wiliam Leafwalker, or disappear from existence tha fuck into tha next game; n' tha cure is on a hood dat freaky freaky biatch aint been ta fo' over a thugged-out decade; tha Ruinz of Flague...
My biography in ghetto speech?!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THIS GENERATION?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
The Lion King
Oh. My. God.
This is the most hilarious thing ever! :lol:
This is the most hilarious thing ever! :lol:
The Lion King
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The couple were shown to their seats amidst the throng of Jedi Masters, and a low murmur soon sparked among them as it does on all gatherings. It soon came to a halt as the Grandmaster spoke, welcoming them all for attending.
Once she had done so, Coci whispered to him asking about food. "Again? We just ate before coming here", he replied, somewhat amazed at her recent fondness of food. Thankfully there was no shortage of available refreshments, and as subtly as possible he managed to summon a few snacks and fruits from a nearby table to hand her.
"Here, have these. Do you need water?" he asked, wishing to make sure she was comfortable. They'd probably be here for some time. As she started munching on the snacks and fruits offered to her, Thurion put an arm around her for further comfort and warmth. He thought perhaps she was getting ill and needed some attention.
Once she had done so, Coci whispered to him asking about food. "Again? We just ate before coming here", he replied, somewhat amazed at her recent fondness of food. Thankfully there was no shortage of available refreshments, and as subtly as possible he managed to summon a few snacks and fruits from a nearby table to hand her.
"Here, have these. Do you need water?" he asked, wishing to make sure she was comfortable. They'd probably be here for some time. As she started munching on the snacks and fruits offered to her, Thurion put an arm around her for further comfort and warmth. He thought perhaps she was getting ill and needed some attention.
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Da couple was shown ta they seats amidst tha throng of Jedi Masters, n' a low murmur soon sparked among dem as it do on all gatherings. Well shiiiit, it soon came ta a halt as tha Grandmasta spoke, welcomin dem all fo' attending.
Once dat freaky freaky biatch had done so, Coci whispered ta his ass askin bout chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! "Again, biatch? Us playas just ate before comin here", he replied, somewhat amazed at her recent fondnizz of chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Thankfully there was no shortage of available refreshments, n' as subtly as possible he managed ta summon all dem snacks n' fruits from a nearby table ta hand her muthafuckin ass.
"Here, have these n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Do you need water?" he asked, wishin ta make shizzle dat biiiiatch was comfortable. They'd probably be here fo' some time fo' realz. As her big-ass booty started munchin on tha snacks n' fruits offered ta her, Thurion put a arm round her fo' further comfort n' warmth yo. Dude thought like dat biiiiatch was gettin ill n' needed some attention.
Once dat freaky freaky biatch had done so, Coci whispered ta his ass askin bout chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! "Again, biatch? Us playas just ate before comin here", he replied, somewhat amazed at her recent fondnizz of chicken n' you know I be eatin up dat shizzle all muthafuckin day, biatch. I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Thankfully there was no shortage of available refreshments, n' as subtly as possible he managed ta summon all dem snacks n' fruits from a nearby table ta hand her muthafuckin ass.
"Here, have these n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Do you need water?" he asked, wishin ta make shizzle dat biiiiatch was comfortable. They'd probably be here fo' some time fo' realz. As her big-ass booty started munchin on tha snacks n' fruits offered ta her, Thurion put a arm round her fo' further comfort n' warmth yo. Dude thought like dat biiiiatch was gettin ill n' needed some attention.
Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
LOL.
*facepalms*
LOL.
*facepalms*
Magoo
RIP
I be on mah way ta peep a Hutt fo' a funky-ass bidnizz negotiation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I aint NEVER dealt wit tha creatures before yo, but I know dat they can be pretty ruthless when it came ta bidnizz. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat dis Hutt seems mo' desperate than ruthless yo. Dude contacted mah crazy ass on APimpNamedMagooNet, mah own underground holonet hub fo' investing. Yo ass see, tha pimpz code requires me ta share mah riches wit others; I gotta be thinkin of mah dirty ass as a lil' bit of a philanthropist. I lend mah massive stackz of chedda ta tha less fortunate, n' up in return they break me off a cold-ass lil cut of tha profits when they git rich. I had promised dis Hutt I would hook up his ass n' say shit bout tha nature of mah investment.
"A Pimp Named Magoo, we is exitin hyperspace," mah captain Spiced Wata drops some lyrics ta mah dirty ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch can fly almost as well as dat thugged-out biiiatch can sell. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Since her ass is mah favorite, I let her pilot tha ship. I can peep Nal Hutta up in tha distance, all rotten n' slimy. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I been worse places than dis ta help lil' pimps git scrilla, n' I don't let tha condizzle of a hood interfere wit mah philanthropy.
We break tha atmosphere of Nal Hutta, headin fo' tha co-ordinates dat Johari tha Hutt gave us. Da Swaggin Wagon blares mah noize at top volume as we cruise all up in tha atmosphere, Spiced Wata keepin our asses at a steady pace as our slick asses loop down ta tha surface. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sticks tha landin perfectly, n' I gather her n' Sweet Mercy tha fuck into mah arms as I step up fo' realz. As usual, chronic smoke explodes from tha Swaggin Wagon as I step out, mah pimp strutt tuned ta a perfection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I approach tha Hutt wit mah two hoes at hand n' offer mah hand ta shake.
I'm just gonna use this as my text from now on
"A Pimp Named Magoo, we is exitin hyperspace," mah captain Spiced Wata drops some lyrics ta mah dirty ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch can fly almost as well as dat thugged-out biiiatch can sell. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Since her ass is mah favorite, I let her pilot tha ship. I can peep Nal Hutta up in tha distance, all rotten n' slimy. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I been worse places than dis ta help lil' pimps git scrilla, n' I don't let tha condizzle of a hood interfere wit mah philanthropy.
We break tha atmosphere of Nal Hutta, headin fo' tha co-ordinates dat Johari tha Hutt gave us. Da Swaggin Wagon blares mah noize at top volume as we cruise all up in tha atmosphere, Spiced Wata keepin our asses at a steady pace as our slick asses loop down ta tha surface. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sticks tha landin perfectly, n' I gather her n' Sweet Mercy tha fuck into mah arms as I step up fo' realz. As usual, chronic smoke explodes from tha Swaggin Wagon as I step out, mah pimp strutt tuned ta a perfection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I approach tha Hutt wit mah two hoes at hand n' offer mah hand ta shake.
I'm just gonna use this as my text from now on
[member="Hijinks"] I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU AFTER I LAUGH MY HEAD OFF
Terolyn Vetero n' her Sith Alchemist homeboy, Peredan, had decided on bustin a Alpha dat would be tha opposite of Alpha No. 4 n' No. 5. Yes, tha 7th of tha Alphas would be made fo' fire, a funky-ass bein ta control fire n' use it fo' war fo' realz. A pyromancer...
Two months afta tha wakin of Alpha No. 6...
Terolyn stood by scowlin while one of tha guardz rushed forward ta steady tha tank dat tha droidz almost dropped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Be careful wit dis shit. Do you want Peredanz rage on yo slick ass?"
Da guard dat had reached up ta steady tha tank suddenly withdrew his handz n' screamed up in pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "It aint nuthin but burnin hot, miss muthafucka! Like a thugged-out dwarven furnace biaaatch! Too bangin' ta touch!"
Terolyn smiled wackly n' flipped her red afro fo' emphasis, "Exactly. What did you expect from a gangbangin' fire shaper, biatch? Biatch is glowin like fire, n' gonna git tha warmth of one too if dat biiiiatch wills dat shit."
Three months later...
"Why is it takin so long, biatch?!" Peredan yelled at his hoe as dat dunkadelic hoe typed up in a seriez of commandz tha fuck into tha labz computer.
"This takes time, Peredan! I need ta stabilize her or we'll gotta start all over again!" Terolyn yelled back fo' realz. Alpha No. 7z tank was glowin dimly wit a tiny bit of heat n' less n' less each minute. Terolyn n' all dem other scientists frantically typed tha codes dat would hopefully save tha glowin beingz game, n' theirs as well...
Two mo' months later...
Peredan, Terolyn, n' half a thugged-out dozen scientists held they breath as tha other half a thugged-out dozen scientists, all bustin protectizzle suits, fuckin started ta release Alpha No. 7.
Suddenly tha glowin flickered like a cold-ass lil candle then blazed like a gangbangin' fire, half blindin mah playas up in tha room fo' realz. A lil' small-ass figure stepped up from tha tank, wobblin like a toddla dat was just standin n' takin her first steps, tha lil' experiment makin tha room temperature all dem degrees higher n' shit. Curious crimson eyes scanned tha crowd of scientists as Alpha No. 7 took her first steps, n' collapsed onto her handz n' knees, coal black afro fallin round tha small, sort of childish face. Da scientists hollared, some cried; Alpha No. 7 was awake n' (hopefully) stable. But mah playas stopped as Peredan came forward.
"queen is stable, Peredan, though we'll need ta teach her betta motor skill-." Terolyn was inturrupted as Peredan kneeled down n' lifted Alpha No. 7 back ta her Nikes.
"I be bout ta judge if her big-ass booty stable or not, Terolyn." Peredan holla'd up in his bangin boomin voice yo. Dude lifted tha 7th Alphaz grill ta look his ass up in tha eye. "Yo ass is made fo' fire, a funky-ass bein ta control n' make fire. What tha fuck iz yo' name n' whoz ass is yo' master?" Da Alpha kicked it wit his wild lil' freakadelic gaze wit no fear.
(Alpha No. 7z POV)
My fuckin Master...
A name flew tha fuck into tha Alphaz head.
"Pyro... Master..." Da Alpha was surprised dat itz voice was slightly higher than she expected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Masta smiled at her, n' busted out her from his wild lil' freakadelic grip so she fell tha fuck back down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Why did Masta drop her?
(Back ta third POV)
Peredan dropped tha Alpha, turned round n' hugged his hoe. Then, he looked all up in tha scientists, a gangbangin' fucked up gleam up in his yellow eyes. "Alpha No. 7 is stable!" Da scientists hollared, then gasped as Pyro caught on fire.
When tha scientists hollared, tha Alpha had felt endangered n' found tha natural erection fo' her ta ignite tha fuck into flames yo. Her eyes went wide. What was goin on, biatch? Did suttin' happen dat wasn't natural, biatch? Da people, no scientists, stopped cheering, n' Masta turned back ta tha Alpha.
"Dope thang, lil' one. Yo ass have completed yo' second task yo, but you need ta strutt steadily before you can do dat again."
Masta approved hommie! Da Alpha smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Approvin Masta felt good
"Yes, Master..."
Pyro fuckin started hustlin yo, but not afta Terolyn taught her how tha fuck ta strutt mo' steadily. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch also joined tha Alphas up in war, bein a thugged-out deadly opponent ta all dat opposed her masta yo, but dat biiiiatch was not tha last...
Two months afta tha wakin of Alpha No. 6...
Terolyn stood by scowlin while one of tha guardz rushed forward ta steady tha tank dat tha droidz almost dropped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Be careful wit dis shit. Do you want Peredanz rage on yo slick ass?"
Da guard dat had reached up ta steady tha tank suddenly withdrew his handz n' screamed up in pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "It aint nuthin but burnin hot, miss muthafucka! Like a thugged-out dwarven furnace biaaatch! Too bangin' ta touch!"
Terolyn smiled wackly n' flipped her red afro fo' emphasis, "Exactly. What did you expect from a gangbangin' fire shaper, biatch? Biatch is glowin like fire, n' gonna git tha warmth of one too if dat biiiiatch wills dat shit."
Three months later...
"Why is it takin so long, biatch?!" Peredan yelled at his hoe as dat dunkadelic hoe typed up in a seriez of commandz tha fuck into tha labz computer.
"This takes time, Peredan! I need ta stabilize her or we'll gotta start all over again!" Terolyn yelled back fo' realz. Alpha No. 7z tank was glowin dimly wit a tiny bit of heat n' less n' less each minute. Terolyn n' all dem other scientists frantically typed tha codes dat would hopefully save tha glowin beingz game, n' theirs as well...
Two mo' months later...
Peredan, Terolyn, n' half a thugged-out dozen scientists held they breath as tha other half a thugged-out dozen scientists, all bustin protectizzle suits, fuckin started ta release Alpha No. 7.
Suddenly tha glowin flickered like a cold-ass lil candle then blazed like a gangbangin' fire, half blindin mah playas up in tha room fo' realz. A lil' small-ass figure stepped up from tha tank, wobblin like a toddla dat was just standin n' takin her first steps, tha lil' experiment makin tha room temperature all dem degrees higher n' shit. Curious crimson eyes scanned tha crowd of scientists as Alpha No. 7 took her first steps, n' collapsed onto her handz n' knees, coal black afro fallin round tha small, sort of childish face. Da scientists hollared, some cried; Alpha No. 7 was awake n' (hopefully) stable. But mah playas stopped as Peredan came forward.
"queen is stable, Peredan, though we'll need ta teach her betta motor skill-." Terolyn was inturrupted as Peredan kneeled down n' lifted Alpha No. 7 back ta her Nikes.
"I be bout ta judge if her big-ass booty stable or not, Terolyn." Peredan holla'd up in his bangin boomin voice yo. Dude lifted tha 7th Alphaz grill ta look his ass up in tha eye. "Yo ass is made fo' fire, a funky-ass bein ta control n' make fire. What tha fuck iz yo' name n' whoz ass is yo' master?" Da Alpha kicked it wit his wild lil' freakadelic gaze wit no fear.
(Alpha No. 7z POV)
My fuckin Master...
A name flew tha fuck into tha Alphaz head.
"Pyro... Master..." Da Alpha was surprised dat itz voice was slightly higher than she expected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Masta smiled at her, n' busted out her from his wild lil' freakadelic grip so she fell tha fuck back down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Why did Masta drop her?
(Back ta third POV)
Peredan dropped tha Alpha, turned round n' hugged his hoe. Then, he looked all up in tha scientists, a gangbangin' fucked up gleam up in his yellow eyes. "Alpha No. 7 is stable!" Da scientists hollared, then gasped as Pyro caught on fire.
When tha scientists hollared, tha Alpha had felt endangered n' found tha natural erection fo' her ta ignite tha fuck into flames yo. Her eyes went wide. What was goin on, biatch? Did suttin' happen dat wasn't natural, biatch? Da people, no scientists, stopped cheering, n' Masta turned back ta tha Alpha.
"Dope thang, lil' one. Yo ass have completed yo' second task yo, but you need ta strutt steadily before you can do dat again."
Masta approved hommie! Da Alpha smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Approvin Masta felt good
"Yes, Master..."
Pyro fuckin started hustlin yo, but not afta Terolyn taught her how tha fuck ta strutt mo' steadily. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch also joined tha Alphas up in war, bein a thugged-out deadly opponent ta all dat opposed her masta yo, but dat biiiiatch was not tha last...
Pyro, or as tha local Downtown Mustafarians called her, tha Phoenix, was up in tha local minin facilitizzle checkin up tha place. Da Mustafarians avoided her, fo' dat shiznit was rare dat tha 7th Alpha eva even left her underground hideout except ta trade wit n' loot chicken from tha few smugglaz whoz ass stopped on Mustafar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But todizzle she felt like explorin tha minin facility, so thatz what tha fuck her dope ass done did.
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"Stryker n' poodoo. Break ta port!" Biatch immediately dropped tha kark into pair formation, focusin tha Star Destroy tha kark into her crosshairs n' thumbin her weapons control. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Biatch trusted tha abilitizzlez of her wingman, trusted tha trigger under her finger n' poodoo.
Da HUD screen became chronic then went yellow. Rusty’s whistle picked up speed, tryin ta pair wit Wildfyrez targetin data. When tha lines finally matched up, tha droidz tune became constant n' her box turned red. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Jizzy boosted tha throttle forward, brought up tha fightas nose, n' launched a torpedo. Da pistol leaped up, n' nuff muthakarkin other torps fired by tha Rogues -the onez not intercepted- flew in, two mo' comin tail last.
Da pilotz efforts proved partially successful: a poodooload of tha torpedo’s made they mark, a poodooload of tha others was blown up by efforts from tha TIES, n' others dat did not hit had blew up like a muthakarka when proximitizzle sensors reported they had missed. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Da blast of tha pistol was, overall, crumbling. Then Blue Squadron swooped up in overhead, blastin tha generators on tha Legacy n' leavin it open fo' attack.
Warnings from Rusty blasted, n' two TIE interceptors rolled up in n' down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Jizzy flicked her comm unit. "Stryker playa! On me, hold it together n' blast some squints!" Da XO kicked her X-win up on its port S-foil, switchin ta quad-fire mode. Even though it would slow her rate of fire, each burst had a funky-ass betta chizzle of blowin up a squint outright fo' realz. And there was nuff squints whoz ass needed cappin'.
"Stryker n' poodoo. Break ta port!" Biatch immediately dropped tha kark into pair formation, focusin tha Star Destroy tha kark into her crosshairs n' thumbin her weapons control. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Biatch trusted tha abilitizzlez of her wingman, trusted tha trigger under her finger n' poodoo.
Da HUD screen became chronic then went yellow. Rusty’s whistle picked up speed, tryin ta pair wit Wildfyrez targetin data. When tha lines finally matched up, tha droidz tune became constant n' her box turned red. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Jizzy boosted tha throttle forward, brought up tha fightas nose, n' launched a torpedo. Da pistol leaped up, n' nuff muthakarkin other torps fired by tha Rogues -the onez not intercepted- flew in, two mo' comin tail last.
Da pilotz efforts proved partially successful: a poodooload of tha torpedo’s made they mark, a poodooload of tha others was blown up by efforts from tha TIES, n' others dat did not hit had blew up like a muthakarka when proximitizzle sensors reported they had missed. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Da blast of tha pistol was, overall, crumbling. Then Blue Squadron swooped up in overhead, blastin tha generators on tha Legacy n' leavin it open fo' attack.
Warnings from Rusty blasted, n' two TIE interceptors rolled up in n' down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Jizzy flicked her comm unit. "Stryker playa! On me, hold it together n' blast some squints!" Da XO kicked her X-win up on its port S-foil, switchin ta quad-fire mode. Even though it would slow her rate of fire, each burst had a funky-ass betta chizzle of blowin up a squint outright fo' realz. And there was nuff squints whoz ass needed cappin'.
Fo' Rizzle!
[member="Hijinks"]
...Commencing murdering...
...Commencing murdering...
From dem on dat shiznit was pullin off one article of threadz afta another n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some wit his hands, some wit other methodz yo. He'd show her what tha fuck he'd shown ta all tha other ladies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Da dopest possible night of her game yo. He'd leave tha patch on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Best not ta scare tha lady wit what tha fuck was underneath yo. He'd let her keep her mask if dat biiiiatch wanted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time yo. Dude would work round it fo' realz. All dat matta was havin her n' shiznit fo' realz. And afta all of dat long night of boner between tha two Dillon was passed up in her bed, restin comfortable.
Break
System Reboot
Break peeped it as tha hood came tha fuck into view of tha monitor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da Cargo shizzle dat schmoooove muthafucka had...Borrowed moved at its aiiight pace. Break didn't like tha scam of catchin tha attention of any "Unsavory" visitors. Da hood Katanos VII was typically somewhere Break might normally find his dirty ass but up in dis case dat shiznit was special. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack yo. Dude was lendin tha da thug was lendin his dirty ass ta a cold-ass lil cause rather than they credits yo. Dude had brought round 30 DLN minin droidz wit tha hopez of minin cortosis from what tha fuck was left of dis rock.
Da shizzle cam tha fuck into orbit afta a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short check of his Spacebook page. Break had his crew land tha shizzle not too far from where they would be digging.
And now was tha time ta take inventory.
Slowly n' surely his schmoooove ass counted tha minin droidz n' inspected dem as he passed by. But dat wasn't tha only thang dat da thug was lookin at.
Dude brought along a crew of 2 DLN-02 droidz ta be a lil' small-ass securitizzle crew fo' his dirty ass yo. Dude had grown slightly attached ta tha droidz as dat schmoooove muthafucka had previously just had a witty "Backenforth" wit with tha two yo. Dude had decided ta keep both named dem Brutus n' Alpha.
As tha shizzle touched down Break would wait n' prepare his fuckin lil' droidz fo' his thugged-out associates ta arrive.
Sul'ran was one of Breaks freshly smoked up contacts when it came ta gettin his handz on thangs da thug wanted n' right now da thug wanted a Cortosis Blade.
Da shizzle cam tha fuck into orbit afta a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short check of his Spacebook page. Break had his crew land tha shizzle not too far from where they would be digging.
And now was tha time ta take inventory.
Slowly n' surely his schmoooove ass counted tha minin droidz n' inspected dem as he passed by. But dat wasn't tha only thang dat da thug was lookin at.
Dude brought along a crew of 2 DLN-02 droidz ta be a lil' small-ass securitizzle crew fo' his dirty ass yo. Dude had grown slightly attached ta tha droidz as dat schmoooove muthafucka had previously just had a witty "Backenforth" wit with tha two yo. Dude had decided ta keep both named dem Brutus n' Alpha.
As tha shizzle touched down Break would wait n' prepare his fuckin lil' droidz fo' his thugged-out associates ta arrive.
Sul'ran was one of Breaks freshly smoked up contacts when it came ta gettin his handz on thangs da thug wanted n' right now da thug wanted a Cortosis Blade.
Sha'so
Looking for freedom...
because this was too good to let die...
He was Sith.
There was a hint of betrayal in Sha'do's aura and her expressive eyes as she watched her new companion dance with the dragonsnake. She could feel the darkness flowing through him, and yet... it was somehow beautiful. She had the briefest moment to realize that for all she didn't know about the Force and Jedi and Sith, that she was witnessing something that very few would likely ever see and she felt honored for it. And she didn't know if he realized if she was connected to the Jedi or not, but even if he did, she had this feeling that even still he would not harm her once he was done with the beast and returned to her. She'd had some pretty bad first impressions since joining the Jedi, but his first impression had left a profound impact on her and she now trusted him not to turn his crimson blade on her once he returned.
The same could not be said for the woman who had been unconscious at Sha'do's side. Sha'do's barrier fell as her concentration faltered with the woman's wild and sudden attack. Sha'do's heart raced as the first impacts of the woman's fists made contact with her tiny body. Panic set in, self preservation kicked in, and the Force simply reacted within her sending the woman flying. Sha'do didn't wait for the woman to regain her footing to renew her assault, Sha'do was on her feet and going after the woman. Her pike almost looked too big for a woman of Sha'do diminutive size, but she wielded it like it was a part of her, an extension of her body, moving with grace and agility even through the bog. Her former owner hadn't just created a beautiful play-thing in Sha'do, he had created a protector, a hunter, a killer, one strong enough that she had been able to kill a Jedi trying to infiltrate her owner's compound. All on his command, of course, she would have never done so of her own accord otherwise.
But this Sith woman was fighting wild, which made her more dangerous than the Jedi, and she had that energy attack that she had used earlier that Sha'do was terrified she would use again; Sha'do tried to hold the woman off since the Mon Cal had clearly wanted to capture her alive or he would have killed her himself earlier, but the young Cathar was too afraid of that earlier attack. The woman was all cut up from Sha'do's blade, none of which would be fatal if the woman sought medical help, but the woman just kept fighting and Sha'do continued to defend herself. Then Sha'do felt the draw of dark energy in the woman, and the moment Sha'do saw the violet hued energy spark from the woman's hands, she simply reacted; with one powerful stroke it was all over, severing the woman's head from her body and sending it rolling into the bog. As the body fell with residual violet sparks dancing over the woman's form, Sha'do sunk to her knees in the bog, a numbness creeping into her. It had been self-preservation, but she hating killing... Oblivious to the fight still going on between her Mon Cal companion and the dragonsnake, Sha'do lifted her face to the heavens, hoping for... something she knew not what. Maybe she just wanted someone to tell her it was alright, but there was no telling what she wanted in this moment, she was so numb.
There was a hint of betrayal in Sha'do's aura and her expressive eyes as she watched her new companion dance with the dragonsnake. She could feel the darkness flowing through him, and yet... it was somehow beautiful. She had the briefest moment to realize that for all she didn't know about the Force and Jedi and Sith, that she was witnessing something that very few would likely ever see and she felt honored for it. And she didn't know if he realized if she was connected to the Jedi or not, but even if he did, she had this feeling that even still he would not harm her once he was done with the beast and returned to her. She'd had some pretty bad first impressions since joining the Jedi, but his first impression had left a profound impact on her and she now trusted him not to turn his crimson blade on her once he returned.
The same could not be said for the woman who had been unconscious at Sha'do's side. Sha'do's barrier fell as her concentration faltered with the woman's wild and sudden attack. Sha'do's heart raced as the first impacts of the woman's fists made contact with her tiny body. Panic set in, self preservation kicked in, and the Force simply reacted within her sending the woman flying. Sha'do didn't wait for the woman to regain her footing to renew her assault, Sha'do was on her feet and going after the woman. Her pike almost looked too big for a woman of Sha'do diminutive size, but she wielded it like it was a part of her, an extension of her body, moving with grace and agility even through the bog. Her former owner hadn't just created a beautiful play-thing in Sha'do, he had created a protector, a hunter, a killer, one strong enough that she had been able to kill a Jedi trying to infiltrate her owner's compound. All on his command, of course, she would have never done so of her own accord otherwise.
But this Sith woman was fighting wild, which made her more dangerous than the Jedi, and she had that energy attack that she had used earlier that Sha'do was terrified she would use again; Sha'do tried to hold the woman off since the Mon Cal had clearly wanted to capture her alive or he would have killed her himself earlier, but the young Cathar was too afraid of that earlier attack. The woman was all cut up from Sha'do's blade, none of which would be fatal if the woman sought medical help, but the woman just kept fighting and Sha'do continued to defend herself. Then Sha'do felt the draw of dark energy in the woman, and the moment Sha'do saw the violet hued energy spark from the woman's hands, she simply reacted; with one powerful stroke it was all over, severing the woman's head from her body and sending it rolling into the bog. As the body fell with residual violet sparks dancing over the woman's form, Sha'do sunk to her knees in the bog, a numbness creeping into her. It had been self-preservation, but she hating killing... Oblivious to the fight still going on between her Mon Cal companion and the dragonsnake, Sha'do lifted her face to the heavens, hoping for... something she knew not what. Maybe she just wanted someone to tell her it was alright, but there was no telling what she wanted in this moment, she was so numb.
Dude was Sith.
There was a hint of betrayal up in Sha'doz aura n' her expressive eyes as she peeped her freshly smoked up companion grind wit tha dragonsnake. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could feel tha darknizz flowin all up in him, n' yet... dat shiznit was somehow dope naaahhmean, biatch? Biatch had tha briefest moment ta realize dat fo' all her dope ass didn't give a fuck bout tha Force n' Jedi n' Sith, dat dat biiiiatch was witnessin suttin' dat straight-up few wannaly eva peep n' she felt honored fo' it fo' realz. And her dope ass didn't give a fuck if he realized if dat biiiiatch was connected ta tha Jedi or not yo, but even if da ruffneck did, dat freaky freaky biatch had dis feelin dat even still da thug would not harm her once da thug was done wit tha beast n' moonwalked back ta her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She'd had some pretty shitty first impressions since joinin tha Jedi yo, but his wild lil' first impression had left a profound impact on her n' she now trusted his ass not ta turn his crimson blade on her once he returned.
Da same could not be holla'd fo' tha biatch whoz ass had been unconscious at Sha'doz side. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sha'doz barrier fell tha fuck as her concentration faltered wit tha biatchz wild n' sudden attack. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sha'doz ass raced as tha straight-up original gangsta impactz of tha biatchz fists made contact wit her tiny body. Panic set in, self preservation kicked in, n' tha Force simply reacted within her bustin tha biatch flying. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sha'do didn't wait fo' tha biatch ta regain her footin ta renew her assault, Sha'do was on her feet n' goin afta tha biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her pike almost looked too big-ass fo' a biatch of Sha'do diminutizzle size yo, but dat biiiiatch wielded it like dat shiznit was a part of her, a extension of her body, movin wit grace n' agilitizzle even all up in tha bog yo. Her forma balla hadn't just pimped a funky-ass dope play-thang up in Sha'do, dat schmoooove muthafucka had pimped a protector, a hunter, a killer, one phat enough dat dat freaky freaky biatch had been able ta bust a cap up in a Jedi tryin ta infiltrate her ballerz compound. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All on his command, of course, dat biiiiatch would have never done so of her own accord otherwise.
But dis Sith biatch was fightin wild, which made her mo' fucked up than tha Jedi, n' dat freaky freaky biatch had dat juice battle dat dat freaky freaky biatch had used earlier dat Sha'do was terrified dat biiiiatch would use again; Sha'do tried ta hold tha biatch off since tha Mon Cal had clearly wanted ta capture her kickin it or da thug would have capped her his dirty ass earlier yo, but tha lil' Cathar was too afraid of dat earlier attack. Da biatch was all cut up from Sha'doz blade, none of which would be fatal if tha biatch sought medicinal help yo, but tha biatch just kept fightin n' Sha'do continued ta defend her muthafuckin ass. Then Sha'do felt tha draw of dark juice up in tha biatch, n' tha moment Sha'do saw tha violet hued juice spark from tha biatchz hands, her big-ass booty simply reacted; wit one bangin stroke dat shiznit was all over, severin tha biatchz head from her body n' bustin it rollin tha fuck into tha bog fo' realz. As tha body fell tha fuck wit residual violet sparks ridin' dirty over tha biatchz form, Sha'do sunk ta her knees up in tha bog, a numbnizz creepin tha fuck into her n' shit. Well shiiiit, it had been self-preservation yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch hatin cappin'... Oblivious ta tha fight still goin on between her Mon Cal companion n' tha dragonsnake, Sha'do lifted her grill ta tha heavens, hopin for... suttin' she knew not what. Maybe she just wanted one of mah thugs ta tell her dat shiznit was aiiiight yo, but there was no spittin some lyrics ta what tha fuck dat biiiiatch wanted up in dis moment, dat biiiiatch was so numb.
There was a hint of betrayal up in Sha'doz aura n' her expressive eyes as she peeped her freshly smoked up companion grind wit tha dragonsnake. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could feel tha darknizz flowin all up in him, n' yet... dat shiznit was somehow dope naaahhmean, biatch? Biatch had tha briefest moment ta realize dat fo' all her dope ass didn't give a fuck bout tha Force n' Jedi n' Sith, dat dat biiiiatch was witnessin suttin' dat straight-up few wannaly eva peep n' she felt honored fo' it fo' realz. And her dope ass didn't give a fuck if he realized if dat biiiiatch was connected ta tha Jedi or not yo, but even if da ruffneck did, dat freaky freaky biatch had dis feelin dat even still da thug would not harm her once da thug was done wit tha beast n' moonwalked back ta her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She'd had some pretty shitty first impressions since joinin tha Jedi yo, but his wild lil' first impression had left a profound impact on her n' she now trusted his ass not ta turn his crimson blade on her once he returned.
Da same could not be holla'd fo' tha biatch whoz ass had been unconscious at Sha'doz side. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sha'doz barrier fell tha fuck as her concentration faltered wit tha biatchz wild n' sudden attack. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sha'doz ass raced as tha straight-up original gangsta impactz of tha biatchz fists made contact wit her tiny body. Panic set in, self preservation kicked in, n' tha Force simply reacted within her bustin tha biatch flying. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sha'do didn't wait fo' tha biatch ta regain her footin ta renew her assault, Sha'do was on her feet n' goin afta tha biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her pike almost looked too big-ass fo' a biatch of Sha'do diminutizzle size yo, but dat biiiiatch wielded it like dat shiznit was a part of her, a extension of her body, movin wit grace n' agilitizzle even all up in tha bog yo. Her forma balla hadn't just pimped a funky-ass dope play-thang up in Sha'do, dat schmoooove muthafucka had pimped a protector, a hunter, a killer, one phat enough dat dat freaky freaky biatch had been able ta bust a cap up in a Jedi tryin ta infiltrate her ballerz compound. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All on his command, of course, dat biiiiatch would have never done so of her own accord otherwise.
But dis Sith biatch was fightin wild, which made her mo' fucked up than tha Jedi, n' dat freaky freaky biatch had dat juice battle dat dat freaky freaky biatch had used earlier dat Sha'do was terrified dat biiiiatch would use again; Sha'do tried ta hold tha biatch off since tha Mon Cal had clearly wanted ta capture her kickin it or da thug would have capped her his dirty ass earlier yo, but tha lil' Cathar was too afraid of dat earlier attack. Da biatch was all cut up from Sha'doz blade, none of which would be fatal if tha biatch sought medicinal help yo, but tha biatch just kept fightin n' Sha'do continued ta defend her muthafuckin ass. Then Sha'do felt tha draw of dark juice up in tha biatch, n' tha moment Sha'do saw tha violet hued juice spark from tha biatchz hands, her big-ass booty simply reacted; wit one bangin stroke dat shiznit was all over, severin tha biatchz head from her body n' bustin it rollin tha fuck into tha bog fo' realz. As tha body fell tha fuck wit residual violet sparks ridin' dirty over tha biatchz form, Sha'do sunk ta her knees up in tha bog, a numbnizz creepin tha fuck into her n' shit. Well shiiiit, it had been self-preservation yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch hatin cappin'... Oblivious ta tha fight still goin on between her Mon Cal companion n' tha dragonsnake, Sha'do lifted her grill ta tha heavens, hopin for... suttin' she knew not what. Maybe she just wanted one of mah thugs ta tell her dat shiznit was aiiiight yo, but there was no spittin some lyrics ta what tha fuck dat biiiiatch wanted up in dis moment, dat biiiiatch was so numb.
Robb Killian
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The bit about chicken n' gravy made me lose it. Great thread!
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Robb followed Kohai tha kark into tha mess hall briefly yo, but stopped his dirty ass afta tha straight-up original gangsta few steps yo. Dude peeped Kohai wade tha kark into tha impromptu smugglerz den from tha safety of distance. Da spacer decided dat his thugged-out lil' presence would only detract n' distract from what tha kark was shizzle ta be a aiiight reunion, n' so he erected ta wait it out, his schmoooove ass could always play catch-up later.
Content wit his karkin lil' decision, Robb buried his handz up in his thugged-out lil' pockets n' gently sidled his way all up in tha room until he reached a spot against tha far wall which offered a proper vantage point. Leanin against tha wall, Robb peeped it as Kohai approached Corvetta, his view practically unobstructed by patrons or staff. What had been a funky-ass beamin smile eased tha kark into a cold-ass lil laid back grin, n' Robbz handz chillaxed up in his thugged-out lil' pockets yo. Dude felt peace up in dis moment, a rare inner calm dat often eluded tha man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. No matta what tha kark happened next, Robb would remember dis night as a phat one, a aiiight one; nearly perfect. Oldskool Friends, freshly smoked up playas, crew, easy as kark smiles, n' phat whiskey, dem was thangs worth livin fo' up hear up in tha void. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Damn tha rest.
Content wit his karkin lil' decision, Robb buried his handz up in his thugged-out lil' pockets n' gently sidled his way all up in tha room until he reached a spot against tha far wall which offered a proper vantage point. Leanin against tha wall, Robb peeped it as Kohai approached Corvetta, his view practically unobstructed by patrons or staff. What had been a funky-ass beamin smile eased tha kark into a cold-ass lil laid back grin, n' Robbz handz chillaxed up in his thugged-out lil' pockets yo. Dude felt peace up in dis moment, a rare inner calm dat often eluded tha man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. No matta what tha kark happened next, Robb would remember dis night as a phat one, a aiiight one; nearly perfect. Oldskool Friends, freshly smoked up playas, crew, easy as kark smiles, n' phat whiskey, dem was thangs worth livin fo' up hear up in tha void. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! Damn tha rest.
The bit about chicken n' gravy made me lose it. Great thread!
Kurayami Bloodborn
Drunken Savant
Kurayami could feel his thugged-out adrenaline risin as soon as dat schmoooove muthakarka had gotten tha call ta arms ta defend tha temple fo' realz. As a ex-special ops soldier, da thug was used ta hustlin up in lil' small-ass units or oftentimes ridin' solo yo. Dude had been listenin as [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] had given dem a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short briefin yo. Dude was busy as a muthakarka wit preppin n' double checkin his weapons. Everythang seemed ta be well enough up in place n' managed ta catch basics as well as tha comms channel fo' tha mobile strike force fo' realz. Auresh six.
Dude was slightly behind n' ta Rayliaz left side as his schmoooove ass checked ta make shizzle dat schmoooove muthakarka had his wild lil' favored incendiary roundz fo' tha grenade launcher dat went wit his DC-17m yo. Dude was satisfied upon findin up dat dat schmoooove muthakarka had indeed packed eight roundz four on his thugged-out lil' thug n' four up in tha pack, n' had twenty-five roundz fo' tha sniper attachment. Finally rememberin dat dat schmoooove muthakarka had his blasta currently equipped on tha ICWS da ruffneck double checked his bangin reserve ammo fo' dat as well two hundred forty, four extra cartridges. For his T-6 Thunderer pistols his schmoooove ass carried three cartridges fo' each a total of two hundred roundz between tha two sidearms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is.
Havin finished his check n' takin his cold-ass time ta make shizzle dat his HUD was properly synchronized ta tha rest of his suit he nodded dat da thug was locked n loaded ta take tha fight ta tha Final Order n' poodoo. Behind tha golden visor his schmoooove ass cracked a lil' small-ass smile as he awaited further orders.
"Just point me towardz anythang dat needz mo' fire, cuz if you want thangs ta be on fire, dat is how tha kark you do dat poodoo. Well, you don't...I mean you do since you gave tha order yo, but I provide tha missin pieces, namely explosives."
Dude was slightly behind n' ta Rayliaz left side as his schmoooove ass checked ta make shizzle dat schmoooove muthakarka had his wild lil' favored incendiary roundz fo' tha grenade launcher dat went wit his DC-17m yo. Dude was satisfied upon findin up dat dat schmoooove muthakarka had indeed packed eight roundz four on his thugged-out lil' thug n' four up in tha pack, n' had twenty-five roundz fo' tha sniper attachment. Finally rememberin dat dat schmoooove muthakarka had his blasta currently equipped on tha ICWS da ruffneck double checked his bangin reserve ammo fo' dat as well two hundred forty, four extra cartridges. For his T-6 Thunderer pistols his schmoooove ass carried three cartridges fo' each a total of two hundred roundz between tha two sidearms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is.
Havin finished his check n' takin his cold-ass time ta make shizzle dat his HUD was properly synchronized ta tha rest of his suit he nodded dat da thug was locked n loaded ta take tha fight ta tha Final Order n' poodoo. Behind tha golden visor his schmoooove ass cracked a lil' small-ass smile as he awaited further orders.
"Just point me towardz anythang dat needz mo' fire, cuz if you want thangs ta be on fire, dat is how tha kark you do dat poodoo. Well, you don't...I mean you do since you gave tha order yo, but I provide tha missin pieces, namely explosives."
Kalyn Tal'verda
Slicer
Some yelling then burst out of one of the many backrooms in this establishment, then there was blaster fire. After about 30 seconds it stopped. A woman wearing mandalorian armor with scorch marks on it walked out. She did not say a word. The few people brave enough to enter into the room, saw 3 dead bodies. Kalyn didn't like killing people, but she saw it as a necessity sometimes, though she would much rather solve disputes in a more "peaceful" (by mandalorian standards at least) means. She walked through the crowd, not saying a word to anyone, and subsequently sat down at the bar. She sat there for a minute or two, and then ordered a drink. She ordered a whisky, and just sat there, not speaking to anyone.
Some yellin then burst outta one of tha nuff backrooms up in dis establishment, then there was blasta fire fo' realz. Afta bout 30 secondz it stopped. Y'all KNOW dat poodoo, muthakarka! A biatch bustin mandalorian armor wit scorch marks on it strutted out. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Biatch did not say poodoo. Da few playas brave enough ta enta tha kark into tha room, saw 3 dead bodies. Put ya muthakarkin choppers up if ya feel dis! Kalyn didn't like cappin' playas yo, but her big-ass booty saw it as a necessitizzle sometimes, though dat biiiiatch would much rather solve disputes up in a mo' "peaceful" (by mandalorian standardz at least) means. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Biatch strutted all up in tha crowd, not sayin a word ta mah playas, n' subsequently sat down all up in tha bar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Biatch sat there fo' a minute or two, n' then ordered a thugged-out drink. Right back up in yo muthakarkin ass. Biatch ordered a whisky, n' just sat there, not bustin lyrics ta mah playas.
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
DO NOT WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kurayami Bloodborn
Drunken Savant
[member="Kalyn Skirata"]
Don't lie, if you could write all your posts like this and have it make sense IC you would...we all would. xD
Don't lie, if you could write all your posts like this and have it make sense IC you would...we all would. xD