HOKAY, so.
Sorry about vanishing, and then bailing entirely.
Now that I know I can log in consistently, or at least, I hope I can.
I'd like to re-enter, now that it's all sorted out and such.
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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Fixed that issue, sorry again.
Ooops! I forgot one detail in my post, I didn't mean to totally disregard the eagle. Give me a moment.
Abe's jaw ratcheted closed after unleashing his spray, the ground had been covered by his taint, but Jackson was unharmed. The twit was crafty or just plain lucky, wood could protect him for a short while from the ghul's poison. Unfortunate that he'd figured that one out, but Abe was still closing the gap between them. Jackson had made no effort to move away from his approaching foe, Abe viewed this as one of two things. Either Jackson was foolhardy enough to think he could best him in CQC, or Jackson was plotting something underhanded. If Abe got in close and beat Jackson to a bloody pulp, however, it would leave little room for any underhanded tactics. His feet planted to the soaked ground with a quiet slosh, sending a bit of it splashing up.
The filth dripped from his face and the ghul rose to face the former president. A sick grin growing across his face as the last couple drops of his previous spray cling to his teeth. His lips parted and he spoke unto him. "Now the battlefield ish mine, Jackshon. I've shprayed my poison everywhere, melting the dirt into a shoggy filth. I've done thish for two thoushand yearsh. I can travel over my toxinsh fashter than I can on shand and dirt. You claim to have home-field advantage? I own the field." Abe's fragile form spread out into a prepping stance, ready to begin his terrible assault. With the battlefield now turned into a horrible mush of putrid smell and color, caustic and slippery to the touch. Abe now had the home field advantage over Jackson.
From behind, however, a large predatory bird landed on his back claws first. Gripping into the thin and paper-like skin, tearing a hole clean towards his bones. Abe's face turned into a bitter grimace, another bird. This human was trying to play with him, as though he thought the birds were enough of a problem to defeat him. To him, Jackson seemed like a pompous arrogant. Like a British king in that regard, the ones he so loathed were very similar to him. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed at the bird, trying to snatch at it's neck. "You and your ugly ratsh with wingsh, I'm getting tired of thesh gamesh!"
The filth dripped from his face and the ghul rose to face the former president. A sick grin growing across his face as the last couple drops of his previous spray cling to his teeth. His lips parted and he spoke unto him. "Now the battlefield ish mine, Jackshon. I've shprayed my poison everywhere, melting the dirt into a shoggy filth. I've done thish for two thoushand yearsh. I can travel over my toxinsh fashter than I can on shand and dirt. You claim to have home-field advantage? I own the field." Abe's fragile form spread out into a prepping stance, ready to begin his terrible assault. With the battlefield now turned into a horrible mush of putrid smell and color, caustic and slippery to the touch. Abe now had the home field advantage over Jackson.
From behind, however, a large predatory bird landed on his back claws first. Gripping into the thin and paper-like skin, tearing a hole clean towards his bones. Abe's face turned into a bitter grimace, another bird. This human was trying to play with him, as though he thought the birds were enough of a problem to defeat him. To him, Jackson seemed like a pompous arrogant. Like a British king in that regard, the ones he so loathed were very similar to him. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed at the bird, trying to snatch at it's neck. "You and your ugly ratsh with wingsh, I'm getting tired of thesh gamesh!"
That is exactly what I do.
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.
Which I do, again and again.
"Commie? What'sh a commie? Why are you cho- Okay, yeah. You're not even gonna banter, are you? Nope. Gonna drop a posht on me." Abe watched as the length of timber began to fall towards him, it was quick. Ol' Andy here was incredibly strong for one so plain looking. Abe should learn to never underestimate people based on their appearance, The log would crush him if he didn't do something, oh, right. The ghul took a few steps over to the side, thwarting the somewhat half-hearted attempt on his life. "You're gonna have to try harder than that, Jackie!"
All was ready, Jackson had attempted twice to strike Abe with little success. Now it was the ghul's turn to attack Jackson. Abe's feet dug into the dirt and kicked away, breaking into a mad sprint towards Jackson. Placing one foot on the fallen pole he leaped into the air and locked his eyes onto the target before him. Jackson, the All-American-Arrogant, was about to see something horrifying.
In the air Abe's lips parted and his teeth quickly followed suit, both pairs seemed to move out of sync by a fraction of a second. At the back of his throat emerged a foul brown sludge. His gaping maw curled a bit, as though he were smiling, and from his lips spewed his toxic spray. It fanned out like a water hose on the cone setting and with enough pressure to make a fire-hose jealous. This had been building up since the beginning of the fight, roughly equivalent to five of his normal sprays. And it was going to end very poorly for the human.
All was ready, Jackson had attempted twice to strike Abe with little success. Now it was the ghul's turn to attack Jackson. Abe's feet dug into the dirt and kicked away, breaking into a mad sprint towards Jackson. Placing one foot on the fallen pole he leaped into the air and locked his eyes onto the target before him. Jackson, the All-American-Arrogant, was about to see something horrifying.
In the air Abe's lips parted and his teeth quickly followed suit, both pairs seemed to move out of sync by a fraction of a second. At the back of his throat emerged a foul brown sludge. His gaping maw curled a bit, as though he were smiling, and from his lips spewed his toxic spray. It fanned out like a water hose on the cone setting and with enough pressure to make a fire-hose jealous. This had been building up since the beginning of the fight, roughly equivalent to five of his normal sprays. And it was going to end very poorly for the human.
God dammit Mahz! You're gonna get me disqualified!
Every time I try to log in the site is down, hold yer ass there Descartes!
Every time I try to log in the site is down, hold yer ass there Descartes!
Alright, sorry about that, I should have doublechecked. I posted again.
"Did you jush-" Before completing his sentence Abe needed to deal with that stupid bird, his left arm snapped through the air like a popped rubber band, smashing the bird into the dirt with the back of his hand. "Did you jusht schoot a bird at me?!" Abe seethed with frustration, this guy was going to be eaten soon, and he saw fit to dick around and shoot eagles at him. Oh that was infuriating, Abe's teeth ground together and made a noise reminiscent of scraping a fork across a ceramic plate.
"Sho you shee fit to schrew with me, do you? I'm jusht gonna make thish hurt a lot more than it schould, understand me? I shupposhe I schould tell you my name, right? That'sh part of thish whole deal, right? It'sh Abraham Haddad, call me Abe." The ghul took a few steps towards the building, staring up at the foe mounted atop the structure with a faulty gun. "And you are?" Abe really didn't care, in the slightest, but the longer that he waits to fire his spray the better. And this man was clearly armed to the teeth with abilities and weapons alike, like some sort of Swiss Army Knife of combat.
While his toxic spray had been ready for some time, this was more of a precaution than anything, and if Jackson tried anything funny he'd be ready to flood the airspace with his caustic juices.
"Sho you shee fit to schrew with me, do you? I'm jusht gonna make thish hurt a lot more than it schould, understand me? I shupposhe I schould tell you my name, right? That'sh part of thish whole deal, right? It'sh Abraham Haddad, call me Abe." The ghul took a few steps towards the building, staring up at the foe mounted atop the structure with a faulty gun. "And you are?" Abe really didn't care, in the slightest, but the longer that he waits to fire his spray the better. And this man was clearly armed to the teeth with abilities and weapons alike, like some sort of Swiss Army Knife of combat.
While his toxic spray had been ready for some time, this was more of a precaution than anything, and if Jackson tried anything funny he'd be ready to flood the airspace with his caustic juices.
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