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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 8, 2017 22:17:03 GMT -4
"AGHAGHAGHGHAAGH", piping the bitch.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 14:21:32 GMT -4
The smash the native's head in with your lead pipe. Blood and brains fly everywhere as he screams in pain and horror. The other natives finally come to their senses, and start attacking you, and your mercenary companions.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 11, 2017 23:37:46 GMT -4
"RUSH, YON ASSOCIATES, FOR TONIGHT WE DINE!" Rushing on, killing on.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 23:24:54 GMT -4
Any mercenaries who hold shields form up around the archers and the mage to give them some protection, while everyone else charges in to attack the natives. You all likely could have gotten out of this only a few coins lighter, but certainly not now. You continue hunting through the brush for any enemies, the faces of which you might smash in. You come across one, a young looking man, scowling at you with his horribly malformed jaw and crooked teeth. He wields a spear, which is pointed at you.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 12, 2017 23:36:31 GMT -4
"GREETINGS, TRIBAL. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE I AM. MUST WE DO COMBAT?" Mumbling, retrieved a handful of dust and glass from pouch.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2017 21:14:34 GMT -4
The native inches towards you slowly, poking at you with his spear and screaming something at you in a language you can't understand.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 20, 2017 22:27:56 GMT -4
"WHAT? MY NAME IS NOT PELIGRINO! ARE YOU WISHING YOURSELF DEAD?" Raising pipe.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 2:02:51 GMT -4
The native's speech grows faster and louder as he pokes and prods at you more with his spear. He points to the ground a few times as well, seemingly implying for you to get on the dirt.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 27, 2017 15:59:33 GMT -4
"YOU'RE NOT ABOVE ME, FILTH!" Laying down. "NOW YOU ARE. I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 21:10:28 GMT -4
The native kicks your pipe away from you, then sets his spear down behind him as he begins to search you for anything that may be valuable.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 29, 2017 23:02:35 GMT -4
"I CARRY NOTHING, YOU SAVAGE! YOU RUTHLESS BASTARD!" Screeching, raising a fist to blast the fucker in the groin.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 22:02:20 GMT -4
The native holds his lower region with his hands, and collapses to the ground, with tears of pain in his eyes. His spear looks ripe for the taking.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jun 4, 2017 8:37:53 GMT -4
"DON'T OOGA BOOGA ME EVER AGAIN YOU FUCKING FILTH!" Claiming, recovering pipe, recovering spear, stomping native head.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 20:10:35 GMT -4
The smash the native's face in, as his skull makes satisfying cracking noises, and blood spurts out on and around you. You notice your mercenary companions aren't having such luck, however, as one of the Halberdiers takes a club to the skull.
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