BlizzJackson stumbled about, his sturdy legs the only thing keeping him standing. Struggling to breath, it felt strange for him to have air enter and escape from so many places at once- he felt as if his stomach were being filled with blood, before he coughed letting out a bit of red blood mixed with saliva. "Damn commie" Jackson said "I think I'm turning into one of your folk now." He forced a smile as the smell of burning flesh and smoke soon overwhelmed the smell of Abe's gases and juices. "Do you suck dicks?" Jackson asked. "Are you a peter puffer? I bet you'd fuck a guy in the ass and not even have the common courtesy to give him a reach around!" His voice initially sounded as if he were struggling. It then grew into a growl which soon made a crescendo into a mighty roar. Jackson used the flame of the Liberty Brand to cauterize his wound, closing the hole on his stomach. The growl was actually a cry in pain of his skin burning.
The president smiled with great confidence as his sword made contact with Abe's body, slashing through it. He attempted to pull back, only to feel his own sword being clenched on. He was soon to notice the spear coming towards him- with the Liberty Brand out of commission, Jackson could only dodge. Or could he? Jackson, rather than pulling himself away, pulled his sword closer to him, thus pulling Abe closer.. "MY COUNTRY TIS OF THEE, SWEET LAND OF LIBERTY, TO THEE I SING!" Jackson recited with a determined look in his eyes.
Between Andrew Jackson's jaw and Abe's spear was a bird, the tip of the spear just barely blocked by the eagle's light bones. "I'm sorry little buddy. Your death will not be in vain" the president promised "for it was a necessary sacrifice for the pressing forward of this great country! FOR AMERICA!" Jackson shouted, attempting to project louder than Abe's screams. Jackson gripped down on his sword, He didn't even care what it hit any more. He shot another firework through the tip of the sword.
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HAHA! Freedom always prevails!
Jackson quickly moved his gun up, putting it between himself and the acid. It melted in half, Jackson dropping the parts of the broken gun onto the ground.
"Shit" he thought. The pain didn't scare him though. He was vulnerable, and that made him dangerous. He did not feel pain. Jackson was capable of feeling one emotion, and that one emotion is FREE. "LET FREEDOM REIGN!" Jackson managed to cough out as he unsheathed his Liberty Brand. In a quick motion, the president lunged foreward with the tip of his sword sticking straight out. He attempted to step Abe with the sword, but that was not all.
"Y-you made my clothes red." Jackson remarked, struggling for breath "No one makes me a red. Better dead than red." Out of the tip of the Liberty Bane shot forth a screaming light- a firework which flew straight forward and hopefully at Abe. but aimed at the ground, where some pieces of wood from the pole and the pieces of the gun were.
"Shit" he thought. The pain didn't scare him though. He was vulnerable, and that made him dangerous. He did not feel pain. Jackson was capable of feeling one emotion, and that one emotion is FREE. "LET FREEDOM REIGN!" Jackson managed to cough out as he unsheathed his Liberty Brand. In a quick motion, the president lunged foreward with the tip of his sword sticking straight out. He attempted to step Abe with the sword, but that was not all.
"Y-you made my clothes red." Jackson remarked, struggling for breath "No one makes me a red. Better dead than red." Out of the tip of the Liberty Bane shot forth a screaming light- a firework which flew straight forward and hopefully at Abe. but aimed at the ground, where some pieces of wood from the pole and the pieces of the gun were.
So I have another.day to respond?
Hmm... Just a little too late then. Well, 4 hours late actually. Sorry I couldn't meet the quota.
Droll thing life is.
Droll thing life is.
LeeRoy said
One final topic to address before I actually post.Abe's poisons degenerate non-organic material faster than organic. At Tier-5 this would eat through the barrel of the gun and cause it to break up, clog, or otherwise ruin the gun.An M16 with a blockage has a very violent backfire, and would destroy the gun itself without much collateral damage. Video evidence cited: Are you aware of both of these facts?
Nice. You did some homewrk. I was thinking that if it was just a little bit of acid on a feather, it wouldn't do too much harm because there's simply not enough to. SHould I edit that away though?
Yes, throat, semi-automatic.
Respectively.
Respectively.
Jackson tossed the telephone aside, allowing it to roll and the wires to snap.It was a fate the telephone did not deserve- being discarded in non-American sludge. Being made in America, the pole at least deserved a proper burial. Andrew Jackson only gave it a salute before reaching down to pick up his gun. He saw that Abe was running fast towards him, already doing away with the eagle and fairly easily as well. Quickly, Jackson throttled about with the barrel, attempting to unjam it. Then he noticed a feather of the eagle he had recently created on the ground, the tip just barely untouched by the sludge.
The president smirked, plucking the feather and dipping it into the gun's barrel and waving it about like a brush as he closed distance with the ghul. "As long as this soil remains American" Jackson stated, pointing the gun at Abe, sticking it directly at his chest. "As long as this soil remains American, it will remain FREE! And I intend to keep this ground as FREE and AMERICAN as it can for a really long time. You hear?"
Then, Andrew smelt the foul sludge closer than it was- likely because the ghul was right in his face. Also because some of the sludge got on him. The liquid goop burned through Andrew's shoes and clothing, some of it getting on his skin. He felt a burning sensation, and quickly tried to shake it off- but not before re-adjusting the sight of his gun to aim properly at Abe. Jackson shrugged off the pain and began fire his M16.
Suddenly, he heard something drip. It was light, but the sound was loud enough for Andrew to hear- the sludge had dissolved through the barrel of his gun. "Fucking shit! You dirty commie! Ruining my perfectly AMERICAN gun!" Jackson shouted. Not taking the hint, he shot the gun- only for it to backfire. A bullet shot forth, but there was another small explosion which caused Andrew to jump back.
The president smirked, plucking the feather and dipping it into the gun's barrel and waving it about like a brush as he closed distance with the ghul. "As long as this soil remains American" Jackson stated, pointing the gun at Abe, sticking it directly at his chest. "As long as this soil remains American, it will remain FREE! And I intend to keep this ground as FREE and AMERICAN as it can for a really long time. You hear?"
Then, Andrew smelt the foul sludge closer than it was- likely because the ghul was right in his face. Also because some of the sludge got on him. The liquid goop burned through Andrew's shoes and clothing, some of it getting on his skin. He felt a burning sensation, and quickly tried to shake it off- but not before re-adjusting the sight of his gun to aim properly at Abe. Jackson shrugged off the pain and began fire his M16.
Suddenly, he heard something drip. It was light, but the sound was loud enough for Andrew to hear- the sludge had dissolved through the barrel of his gun. "Fucking shit! You dirty commie! Ruining my perfectly AMERICAN gun!" Jackson shouted. Not taking the hint, he shot the gun- only for it to backfire. A bullet shot forth, but there was another small explosion which caused Andrew to jump back.
No response. The president didn't acknowledge the strange man. This was because Abe wasn't worth acknowledging- Andrew Jackson only pays full attention to TRUE AMERICANS. Anyone else isn't worth his time. Then suddenly, Jackson picked up movement in his eyes- Abe jumped and higher than the president would have expected. The president quickly picked up his end of the telephone pole, lifting it and hopefully using it to bash Abe. In addition, he dropped his gun so that he would be able to use both hands. His plan changed soon enough, however as the sudden burst of acid sprayed from Abe's mouth.
Andrew Jackson put the pole between him and the sludge, hoping it would be enough to protect him. He held it with his body turned sideways so that he could better protect himself. Droplets of the sludge occasionally made their way onto his clothing, melting small holes into it. The pole did in fact protect him, Jackson having hope in American telephone poles. The president looked down, seeing the acid melt the ground beneath him, but seeing that the wood of the telephone pole melted much slower- Organic material didn't burn as quickly to the sludge.
"Freedom go!" he commanded. Another egg formed in front of him, flying upwards out the direction of the spray, behind a building. It made little noise as it flew quickly towards Leeroy, hopefully to catch him by surprise.
Andrew Jackson put the pole between him and the sludge, hoping it would be enough to protect him. He held it with his body turned sideways so that he could better protect himself. Droplets of the sludge occasionally made their way onto his clothing, melting small holes into it. The pole did in fact protect him, Jackson having hope in American telephone poles. The president looked down, seeing the acid melt the ground beneath him, but seeing that the wood of the telephone pole melted much slower- Organic material didn't burn as quickly to the sludge.
"Freedom go!" he commanded. Another egg formed in front of him, flying upwards out the direction of the spray, behind a building. It made little noise as it flew quickly towards Leeroy, hopefully to catch him by surprise.
LeeRoy said
Jeez, usually I check in at random intervals and post then. But this is ridiculous, every single time that I've tried to log in: "Check back in 60 seconds." Which I do, again and again.
That's cool. I get the same problem.
It's the spies.
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