BlizzAndrew Jackson listened as the bullets flew through the air, the sound of the gun echoing through the town. There was no apparent response; which meant that the town was completely uninhabited. "God damn do I love that noise. Almost as much as I love the sound of being an American." Jackson admitted, still staring at the weapon. The president seemed thrilled. During his life, hunting and dueling were some of his favorite pass times, second of course to baseball... and being an American.
The president walked upright, with his chest puffed out, and his gun held firmly in both arms. "Aight you son of a bitch. You can come out now. Old Hickory's on the hunt and your ass is in season!" He shouted, attempting to project through the town. Looking for his opponent, Andrew Jackson was on high alert. Then suddenly, a noise. The president could feel his ears twitch as the sound of crumbling was made in the distance. It was not as loud as the sound of guns- the sound of freedom, but it was enough to draw Andrew Jackson's attention. "There ya are" Jackson muttered.
He ran toward the source of the noise, looking around. It was just a bit of roofing. Andrew Jackson never hunted anything capable of using such a distraction, which could only mean two things: his enemy was smarter than the average bear, and his enemy was smarter than the average redcoat. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" the president called. "Must be hiding." the president thought "What a little coward. Maybe he ain't smarter than those dirty brits."
Jackson made his way to a building. He knew that if he could destroy it, he might be able to draw out his opponent, who'd have no more place to hide. Of course, that'd mean he'd be putting in danger the life of innocent Americans- except the town was empty save for the two of them. Andrew Jackson smiled the confident smile of his country. He had only made the same face other three times: when he drove the British out of America, when he removed the federal bank, and when he kicked those dirty Indians out west.
"For America!" Jackson cried. He dropped his gun, letting it fall and hang from the strap on his neck. The president drew a sword from his belt- the Liberty Brand. Using its incredibly sharp blade, tempered by the power of America, Andrew Jackson sliced through the concrete. An old man normally wouldn't be able to decimate a building in such a way, however, enhanced by the power of freedom and liberty, Andrew Jackson was capable of anything. The concrete wall of the house broke leaving a hole in the building. Jackson made his way to the center, smashing everything he could, making sure that the building fell.
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The Time Wizard uses his power to erase time, causing it so that the God Moder never stepped out of the path of the vehicle. "Muda!" He cries.
LeeRoy said
Okie dokie, after watching some movies and going through a small emotional breakdown, I'm ready to post~Expect to see a post within the next hour or so~
Does this happen often?
Will these hands of mine be burning red? Will I be able to pierce the heavens with my drill?
Mientras todo... !Los magos del tiempo!
The Time Wizard freezes time and throws a construction roller at the GodModder. "Muda muda muda muda! Wrrryyyy!" he cries, as he smacks the construction vehicle.
The Time Wizard freezes time and throws a construction roller at the GodModder. "Muda muda muda muda! Wrrryyyy!" he cries, as he smacks the construction vehicle.
Jackson twitched, turning his attention to a yet to be identified noise from a yet to be identified presence. No, he's definitely heard the noise before. It was not American, not in the slightest, and that made the source of the noise Andrew Jackson's enemy. "As an American, I cannot deny you your right to eat whatever you please. However, I do ask that you contain yourself. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to shoot, exercising my second amendment rights."
The president pressed the stock of the gun against his chest. He shifted it around before finding a comfortable position for it to be in. His finger was on the trigger, his other hand keeping the fun still. Jackson looked down the sight of the gun, focusing his attention to what was in it, before blinking and examining his surroundings there. Still getting used to his weapon, Andrew Jackson fired a few warning shots into the air.
Andrew Jackson pressed his finger against the trigger, and by reflex immediately shot. He fired about three bullets into the air- it was the first time the president had fired a semi-automatic rifle. "This is impressive." remarked the president "America never ceases to impress me."
The president pressed the stock of the gun against his chest. He shifted it around before finding a comfortable position for it to be in. His finger was on the trigger, his other hand keeping the fun still. Jackson looked down the sight of the gun, focusing his attention to what was in it, before blinking and examining his surroundings there. Still getting used to his weapon, Andrew Jackson fired a few warning shots into the air.
Andrew Jackson pressed his finger against the trigger, and by reflex immediately shot. He fired about three bullets into the air- it was the first time the president had fired a semi-automatic rifle. "This is impressive." remarked the president "America never ceases to impress me."
LeeRoy said
Oh hey, postings are up. I'd better make my first post too. And don't worry, I won't immediately charge at you. That's not smart predatory tactics, dig?
IIRC you can't attack on your first post.
"Well" Jackson said to Skallagrim "Once an American, always an American."
Jackson felt the ground shift beneath his feet. The sensation was awfully familiar: he had experienced the same thing when he said the name 'Skallagrim'. That was back when he was in his home. That was when he was still in America, where the scent of freedom was able to fill his nose and through his circulatory system, freedom flowed through his veins. The hall, however, was not free- not as much as the great land of America. Getting used to the lack of freedom in the air, Jackson needed to adjust himself. However, he was not given the opportunity.
Soon enough, Andrew Jackson was shanghai'd off to another place. The president stood at what appeared to be the far end of a long street. The president looked around to see the stoplights at each corner of the road. He was at the far north end of the town. The side of the street that was larger featured several work buildings: super markets, bakeries, gas stations, restaurants, and the like. The smaller street features houses. The town itself was built in a valley, so most of the land was flat, and there were several stretches of land before reaching the mountains. It was night time, and everyone was asleep.
Though the area did not seem familiar, but Andrew knew where he was. Jackson took a short whiff of the air. It was the smell of freedom. He was home again. He was in America. But alas, he was not able to celebrate. He knew that in his position, he'd have to fight someone of equal strength to himself, and by doing so he put lives of free Americans in danger. He was lucky that he arrived at such a time, or he would have to quickly evacuate everyone.
Andrew Jackson gripped onto his M16, examining it. "Technology sure has changed since I last seen it" he remarked, scanning the gun and its workings.
"Alright!" Andrew shouted "Whoever I'm fighting, you can come out now."
Jackson felt the ground shift beneath his feet. The sensation was awfully familiar: he had experienced the same thing when he said the name 'Skallagrim'. That was back when he was in his home. That was when he was still in America, where the scent of freedom was able to fill his nose and through his circulatory system, freedom flowed through his veins. The hall, however, was not free- not as much as the great land of America. Getting used to the lack of freedom in the air, Jackson needed to adjust himself. However, he was not given the opportunity.
Soon enough, Andrew Jackson was shanghai'd off to another place. The president stood at what appeared to be the far end of a long street. The president looked around to see the stoplights at each corner of the road. He was at the far north end of the town. The side of the street that was larger featured several work buildings: super markets, bakeries, gas stations, restaurants, and the like. The smaller street features houses. The town itself was built in a valley, so most of the land was flat, and there were several stretches of land before reaching the mountains. It was night time, and everyone was asleep.
Though the area did not seem familiar, but Andrew knew where he was. Jackson took a short whiff of the air. It was the smell of freedom. He was home again. He was in America. But alas, he was not able to celebrate. He knew that in his position, he'd have to fight someone of equal strength to himself, and by doing so he put lives of free Americans in danger. He was lucky that he arrived at such a time, or he would have to quickly evacuate everyone.
Andrew Jackson gripped onto his M16, examining it. "Technology sure has changed since I last seen it" he remarked, scanning the gun and its workings.
"Alright!" Andrew shouted "Whoever I'm fighting, you can come out now."
I actually wasn't. Thanks for telling me.
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