Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 22:45:01 GMT -4
(The original thread, for those interested.)
Please sign your name: Harrison DeDonte
What is your age?: 62
What are your “tools” of choice?: a double-barreled shotgun freshly loaded with never-ending ammunition, a stick of dynamite strapped to my waist and a skill in subduction not matched by any casanova.
Provide any additional information you wish too: Well as you may know I am the definition of a fucking badass, seriously check the picture for the word "fucking badass" in the dictionary and you'll see a picture of me, three prostitutes and Winston Churchill drinking to my accomplishments. It all started when I was young boy, at the age of 12 I enlisted to fight the nazi scrounge across Europe, 500 confirmed kills in the allies side, and 12 on the axis side because I got bored and wanted to give them a fair advantage. After I got back home Truman himself gave me the Medal of Honor and even offered me the title of president, in fact I was president for about two months until I resigned due to not being allowed to nuke anymore countries.
After that I went to both Korea and Nam, both times single handedly saving America and impregnating east Asia at a rate even Ghengis Khan would be jealous of. Hell I even spent ten extra years in Nam after they said we had to "leave" I left alright, I left my right foot so deep in my commanders asscheeks he started shitting toenails the next day.
After all those adventures I went back home and invented the computer, Christmas and the Italian language. I had brief stint traveling the world as a spy and funding African warlords so I could get my wife a extra nice diamond ring, but nowadays I spent my days in Hillbillville, Kentucky shooting negros and pigeons and eating BBQ.
Please provide a recent photograph of yourself: I am 5'5, with greying hair that has mostly been shaved off, my eyes are a pale blue color and my teeth have turned yellow and black. I have a fairly skinny build, and can usually be seen wearing a combat uniform fitted with a wide brimmed cowboy hat, my boots are special made with steel in the toes in case anyone desires for me to kick them in their crotch while the rest of it is skinned leather.
The taxi stops in front of a small, unassuming motel. Above the building, lit up in bright reds and blues is what you assume to be the name of the motel. L'Nicher it reads, the words being blue, but with a red outline. It seems quaint and disconnected from how awful the rest of the city of Santa Destroy was, albeit a little run down, likely due to a lack of revenue. There's a number of lights that need replacing, and some weeds and vines growing up the side of the building, but it's clear that whoever works here still tries to keep the place as clean as possible. Next to the main building is a much smaller one, which you could assume to be the reception. The light glowing within highlights it in the growing darkness of evening.
Your observations are interrupted when the taxi driver speaks up.
"This is your stop, buddy. Don't forget your luggage."
Please sign your name: Harrison DeDonte
What is your age?: 62
What are your “tools” of choice?: a double-barreled shotgun freshly loaded with never-ending ammunition, a stick of dynamite strapped to my waist and a skill in subduction not matched by any casanova.
Provide any additional information you wish too: Well as you may know I am the definition of a fucking badass, seriously check the picture for the word "fucking badass" in the dictionary and you'll see a picture of me, three prostitutes and Winston Churchill drinking to my accomplishments. It all started when I was young boy, at the age of 12 I enlisted to fight the nazi scrounge across Europe, 500 confirmed kills in the allies side, and 12 on the axis side because I got bored and wanted to give them a fair advantage. After I got back home Truman himself gave me the Medal of Honor and even offered me the title of president, in fact I was president for about two months until I resigned due to not being allowed to nuke anymore countries.
After that I went to both Korea and Nam, both times single handedly saving America and impregnating east Asia at a rate even Ghengis Khan would be jealous of. Hell I even spent ten extra years in Nam after they said we had to "leave" I left alright, I left my right foot so deep in my commanders asscheeks he started shitting toenails the next day.
After all those adventures I went back home and invented the computer, Christmas and the Italian language. I had brief stint traveling the world as a spy and funding African warlords so I could get my wife a extra nice diamond ring, but nowadays I spent my days in Hillbillville, Kentucky shooting negros and pigeons and eating BBQ.
Please provide a recent photograph of yourself: I am 5'5, with greying hair that has mostly been shaved off, my eyes are a pale blue color and my teeth have turned yellow and black. I have a fairly skinny build, and can usually be seen wearing a combat uniform fitted with a wide brimmed cowboy hat, my boots are special made with steel in the toes in case anyone desires for me to kick them in their crotch while the rest of it is skinned leather.
The taxi stops in front of a small, unassuming motel. Above the building, lit up in bright reds and blues is what you assume to be the name of the motel. L'Nicher it reads, the words being blue, but with a red outline. It seems quaint and disconnected from how awful the rest of the city of Santa Destroy was, albeit a little run down, likely due to a lack of revenue. There's a number of lights that need replacing, and some weeds and vines growing up the side of the building, but it's clear that whoever works here still tries to keep the place as clean as possible. Next to the main building is a much smaller one, which you could assume to be the reception. The light glowing within highlights it in the growing darkness of evening.
Your observations are interrupted when the taxi driver speaks up.
"This is your stop, buddy. Don't forget your luggage."
