Vashonn — Roleplayer Guild

"Time to make an entrance..."

	One of the Blackhawks had been taken through a great deal of detailing, the exterior of the transport chopper painted in a vast array of hot pinks and teals and maroons, all emphasizing a feeling of independence and uniquity that tears at the very heart of an uncultured soul. A great championing of memes had been called forth to the great Lord Newell, for only those who had been born unto the memes could survive the times ahead of them. He hadn't asked for this life, but it had chosen him. ダンククッシュ stood from his pompous leather seat (made from the skins of the fabled Doreetah, the rarest of Dorito-animal hybrids) and breathed deeply. The scent of nacho cheese crumbs filled his stone nostrils, pleasing every fiber of his being. No, he hadn't asked for this life, but the sweet distant calls of his future waifu had graced ダンククッシュ's ears, caressing his fragile, chiseled body from the confines of his mother's basement and into the beams of solar radiation that his body hadn't felt in over a decade.

	ダンククッシュ put a new cassette into his Sony Walkman TPS-L2 (he wouldn't settle for anything but the finest) and shouldered his weapon, Blank Telepath プラス. He tested the air - yes, it was time to make his presence known. He had told his pilot earlier to fly high above Lord Newell, and from over a kilometer above the Steam ship, he leapt. Terminal velocity was quickly reached, and a smile spread across ダンククッシュ's smooth lips as he approached the ship. In superhero-esque fashion, he brought his fist down and landed, creating a small crater around his landing zone. The sheer force of the impact shook the massive Valve vessel, rocking it downward, the turbines churning with maximum force to keep the ship from losing too great of an altitude. After a brief pause, ダンククッシュ stood upright and adjusted his bucket hat.

"Now this... This is how it feels to be alive!"
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