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3 yrs ago
Current @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
3 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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3 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
3 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
3 yrs ago
[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.

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I'm a human, so there.

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Kid on skates beats jackasses with a bat
So...long winded intro aside, if you're interested, PM me for details! ^_^ My secretary will be sure I get your message while I'm playing ping pong with the Chinese Prime Minister. Won't you, Patches?



"You know what it is that I do for a living, and now that you do, I cannot let you live."





It was years since you survived the bloody massacre of your family. Don Lucio Greone was one of the most powerful men in the city, and your father dared to cross him. For that, he paid dearly. You watched in horror, a scared little child hiding under the bed, as your mother, father, and two siblings were gunned down by Greone's men. Years later, after several painful therapy sessions, several restless nights tossing and turning, haunted by nightmares of that awful, gruesome tragedy, you were finally able to move on, but still...the hatred, the resentment burned deep inside of you. One day, you would have your revenge.

And then you met her. She was your neighbor, Valerie DuMare, a seemingly normal and charming woman. She was kind, generous. The two of you developed a friendship, which was common among good neighbors, but what you didn't know was Valerie was harboring a deadly secret. That you were living next door to a highly trained assassin.

If someone wanted somebody dead, they called her. Her fee was not cheap, but she was worth every penny. She knew the ins and outs of the criminal underbelly, all the big players and the small fish, and beneath her seemingly mundane suburban home in her basement, there lied an arsenal to her disposal.

You had no idea of the killer living beside you, that is until one night, you mistakenly witnessed her carrying out one of her contracts. You were afraid. You knew deep in your heart you were a target now, but perhaps...

Perhaps instead of killing you, she could help you...help you achieve that long sought after goal...of revenge. And so, you beg her to teach you her ways, to train you to be a killer like her. She is reluctant at first, refusing to pass on her deadly art to another, but like you, she has long since suffered the loss of her loved ones at the hands of another...and desires to see them pay.

And so you band together, carving a bloody path through the city, searching for those who have wronged you. Those you and her will one day kill.
"Sure thing, partner!" Harley nodded with a smile, though she wasn't too happy her next class was a math class. Oh well, at least if she had trouble, her study buddy could get her out of it. Closing her laptop and stowing her things in her bag, Harley stood up and erased the whiteboard as asked.

"So we still up on that trip to Central Park?" She asked. It looked like after her moment of apathy, she was right as rain and the same bubbly cowgirl once again. It felt good actually to get that off her chest, though...she still worried about her brother. "I can't wait!"




"Hmph...Really..." Helena replied muttering. True, even after so long, she still felt her friendship with Jason never really died out, but it would take some time for her to let go of her resentment towards him abandoning her all those years, especially the day of her mom's death. Her voice was still a bit bothersome and aggravated. It was not much towards Jason, but...well...everything in general.



She sighed, turning away from Jason with a frown and facing the Manhattan Skyline. It could always be seen from over the treetops, even in her crappy ass neighborhood. From her pocket, she fished out a crumpled cigarette, clenching it between her lips and lighting it, taking a few drags before continuing. "You...never really made much of an effort in the first place. I mean, I called and texted you I don't know how many times...but you never answered. Guess you had...better things to do, right? But I didn't call you here to guilt trip you."

She turned to face him again. The look in her dark green eyes...it was a familiar one to her, one of pain and desparation. "I need your help, Jason. I hate this fucking city so much, and I want to leave. I can't though, because some fuckhead is always sucking me dry, and dad's still chugging the fucking bottle down blowing what little money we have on booze! I swear, Jase, my life just went to shit after mom died! I fucking hate it here now!" The redhead shook with anger, the tears practically welling in her eyes. She wiped them away on her sleeve and sighed.
Seeing how tomorrow is the 8th, nothing but

-Mouth For War - Pantera
-Five Minutes Alone - Pantera
-Suicide Note Pt 1- Pantera
-Goddamn Electric - Pantera
-Cemetery Gates - Pantera
-Cowboys From Hell - Pantera
-Domination - Pantera
-I'm Broken - Pantera
-This Love - Pantera
-Planet Caravan (Black Sabbath Cover) - Pantera
*sigh* Why do I even bother? -_-'
You're still asking? Even AFTER I gave you a shiny new quarter?! Judas fucking Iscariot, you are one fucking ungrateful...

*sigh* Here's another quarter. Go nuts...
"Kim Kardashian just choked to death on a dick! There's still hope!"
Spooky
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