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FUCK THAT. YOU'RE ALL PERMAKILLED. EVERYONE GETS TO DIE TODAY. EVERYBODY. FUCK YOU ALL. THIS IS MY UNIVERSE NOW.
I A M Y O U R G O D .
DO YOU SMELL HONEYSUCKLE?
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DO YOU SMELL HONEYSUCKLE?
DON'T YOU PEOPLE WORRY ONE BIT ABOUT WHO KILLS WHO. INFINITE RESPAWNS HAVE BEEN TURNED ON FOR EVERYONE.
SIMON THE BARTENDER WRAPS UP BEATING THE TROOPERS INTO SUBMISSION. HE DROPS THE COMMANDER, BLOODIED AND WEAK, ONTO THE FLOOR. HE STOPS AND LOOKS AROUND, WATCHING THE CHAOS AROUND HIM UNFOLD. PEOPLE FROM ALL CORNERS OF THE UNIVERSE COMING TOGETHER TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER IN A MASSIVE, DRUNKEN FURY. BIONIC LIZARD-MEN, TROLLS FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA, MEN IN RUBBER ANIMAL MASKS, AND AT LEAST ONE MARVEL CHARACTER. THEM, AND MANY MORE, ALL HERE, ALL FIGHTING.
THIS USED TO BE A NICE PLACE, REALLY.
SIMON SNAPS OUT OF HIS MOMENT OF MID-BATTLE ZEN, TURNING HIS HEAD TOWARDS THE BAR ENTRANCE AS A MAN DRESSED AS UNCLE SAM BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR, TWO BALD EAGLES PERCHED ON HIS SHOULDERS. GLORIOUS, HEAVENLY LIGHT ILLUMINATES HIM FROM BEHIND.
EVERYONE STOPS FIGHTING FOR A MOMENT, TURNING THEIR ATTENTION TOWARDS HIM.
HE SCANS THE CROWD, AND THEN HOLDS OUT HIS HAND. AN INTACT COLD BEER FLIES FROM OUT OF NOWHERE INTO HIS GRASP. ONE OF THE EAGLES PRIES THE CAP OFF WITH ITS BEAK, AND UNCLE SAM TAKES A SWIG OF THE GOLDEN BREW. HE FINISHES, NODS, AND CALMLY SETS THE BEER ON THE NEAREST TABLE THAT HASN’T BEEN OVERTURNED.
AN EXPRESSION OF PURE ANGER OVERCOMES HIM, AND HE RIPS OFF HIS JACKET AND SHIRT. THE EAGLES FLY AWAY FROM HIM AND SCREECH, AND HE LETS OUT A PATRIOTIC WAR CRY. HE CHARGES THE NEAREST LIVING THING AND TACKLES IT THROUGH A WALL.
EVERYONE YELLS, AND THE FIGHTING RECOMMENCES.
THIS USED TO BE A NICE PLACE, REALLY.
SIMON SNAPS OUT OF HIS MOMENT OF MID-BATTLE ZEN, TURNING HIS HEAD TOWARDS THE BAR ENTRANCE AS A MAN DRESSED AS UNCLE SAM BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR, TWO BALD EAGLES PERCHED ON HIS SHOULDERS. GLORIOUS, HEAVENLY LIGHT ILLUMINATES HIM FROM BEHIND.
EVERYONE STOPS FIGHTING FOR A MOMENT, TURNING THEIR ATTENTION TOWARDS HIM.
HE SCANS THE CROWD, AND THEN HOLDS OUT HIS HAND. AN INTACT COLD BEER FLIES FROM OUT OF NOWHERE INTO HIS GRASP. ONE OF THE EAGLES PRIES THE CAP OFF WITH ITS BEAK, AND UNCLE SAM TAKES A SWIG OF THE GOLDEN BREW. HE FINISHES, NODS, AND CALMLY SETS THE BEER ON THE NEAREST TABLE THAT HASN’T BEEN OVERTURNED.
AN EXPRESSION OF PURE ANGER OVERCOMES HIM, AND HE RIPS OFF HIS JACKET AND SHIRT. THE EAGLES FLY AWAY FROM HIM AND SCREECH, AND HE LETS OUT A PATRIOTIC WAR CRY. HE CHARGES THE NEAREST LIVING THING AND TACKLES IT THROUGH A WALL.
EVERYONE YELLS, AND THE FIGHTING RECOMMENCES.
DO YOU SMELL IT.
THE MEN’S BATHROOM DOOR, SOURCE OF ALL THINGS TRULY BEAUTIFUL IN THIS WORLD, SWUNG OPEN NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, BUT FOUR TIMES AGAIN, WITH EACH SWING RELEASING A MAN DRESSED FOR A BARBERSHOP QUARTET - RED STRIPED SUITS AND SHORT-BRIM HATS ALL. AND THEY WERE ALREADY HARD AT WORK ON THEIR ACT.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH, ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR-FIRE’S IN YOUR EYE-HE-EYYYYYYES,
AND THIS CHAOS, IT DEFIES IMAGINATIOOOOON,
OOOOHH, FIVE-SIX-SEVEN-EIGHT-MINUS NINE LIIIIII-HE-IIIIIVES,
YOU’VE ARRIVED AT PANIC STATIOOOOOOOOOON…”
UNBEFITTING TUNE IN REGARDS TO THEIR GETUP, BUT THEY NAILED THE SOUND REGARDLESS. HOWEVER, THEY WERE SINGING INSTEAD OF FIGHTING, AND THAT WAS JUST PLAIN UNACCEPTABLE.
A SHOGUN WARRIOR FINISHED CUTTING DOWN A SENTIENT LAWNMOWER, AND TURNED TOWARDS THE QUARTET. HE CHARGED FORTH, BLADE RAISED, ONLY TO TRIP OVER A STRAY TAIL. HE TUMBLED FORWARD, AND HIS THROAT WAS SNATCHED BY ONE OF THE QUARTET, WHO PROMPTLY RIPPED OFF HIS HELMETED HEAD IN ONE SWIFT MANEUVER. THE SHOGUN’S BODY FELL TO THE FLOOR, AND HIS HEAD WAS HELD UP HIGH.
THE QUARTET JOINED TOGETHER AND SIMULTANEOUSLY LET OUT A CATCHY, “MMMMMM-HMMMMM.” THE SHOGUN’S HEAD WAS TOSSED ASIDE, AND THE QUARTET FORMED A SIDE-TO-SIDE SQUARE FORMATION, READY FOR MORE BLOODSHED, HUMMING A TUNE ALL THE WHILE.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH, ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR-FIRE’S IN YOUR EYE-HE-EYYYYYYES,
AND THIS CHAOS, IT DEFIES IMAGINATIOOOOON,
OOOOHH, FIVE-SIX-SEVEN-EIGHT-MINUS NINE LIIIIII-HE-IIIIIVES,
YOU’VE ARRIVED AT PANIC STATIOOOOOOOOOON…”
UNBEFITTING TUNE IN REGARDS TO THEIR GETUP, BUT THEY NAILED THE SOUND REGARDLESS. HOWEVER, THEY WERE SINGING INSTEAD OF FIGHTING, AND THAT WAS JUST PLAIN UNACCEPTABLE.
A SHOGUN WARRIOR FINISHED CUTTING DOWN A SENTIENT LAWNMOWER, AND TURNED TOWARDS THE QUARTET. HE CHARGED FORTH, BLADE RAISED, ONLY TO TRIP OVER A STRAY TAIL. HE TUMBLED FORWARD, AND HIS THROAT WAS SNATCHED BY ONE OF THE QUARTET, WHO PROMPTLY RIPPED OFF HIS HELMETED HEAD IN ONE SWIFT MANEUVER. THE SHOGUN’S BODY FELL TO THE FLOOR, AND HIS HEAD WAS HELD UP HIGH.
THE QUARTET JOINED TOGETHER AND SIMULTANEOUSLY LET OUT A CATCHY, “MMMMMM-HMMMMM.” THE SHOGUN’S HEAD WAS TOSSED ASIDE, AND THE QUARTET FORMED A SIDE-TO-SIDE SQUARE FORMATION, READY FOR MORE BLOODSHED, HUMMING A TUNE ALL THE WHILE.
I BET YOU SEXUALLY ASSAULT YOUR HAND.
THEY ACTUALLY HAVE A VERY HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP.
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HA!
I KNEW WHO YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT, YOU PATHETIC LAND DWELLER.
WADE WILSON IS, INDEED, A FEMALE.
DON'T YOU LIE TO ME, URCHIN DIDDLER.
THE EYELESS BEING LIES ON THE FLOOR, DAZED AND BRUISED. HE IS PROMPTLY PICKED UP BY A LUMBERING FIGURE, CLAD IN A HEAP OF METAL PLATING, LOOKING RIGHT OUT OF SOME KIND OF RAIDER-FILLED WASTELAND.
THE METAL BEHEMOTH TAKES THE EYELESS BEING BY HIS LEGS, INTENDING TO USE HIM AND HIS SPIKE-FILLED HEAD AS SOME KIND OF LIVING FLAIL. HE CHARGES TOWARDS A YOUNG, BLACK-HAIRED WOMAN WEARING AN ORNATE RED AND BLACK COAT, FLINGING FIRE FROM HER HANDS AT ANYTHING IN SIGHT. SHE TURNS HER HEAD AND ENGULFS THE ONCOMING JUGGERNAUT IN FLAMES, BUT THE HEAT DOES NOT DETER HIM. HE SLAMS THE EYELESS BEING’S HEAD AGAINST HERS, SENDING HER SOARING OVER THE CROWD.
THE METAL BEHEMOTH SCREAMS, WAVING THE UNCONSCIOUS MAN-FLAIL IN THE AIR, BEFORE TURNING TOWARDS THE TERMINATOR-LIZARD-ABOMINATION @JunkMail AND POINTING AT IT, WITH SERIOUS INTENT TO HARM.
BEHOLD, THE CLASH OF THE TITANS.
THE METAL BEHEMOTH TAKES THE EYELESS BEING BY HIS LEGS, INTENDING TO USE HIM AND HIS SPIKE-FILLED HEAD AS SOME KIND OF LIVING FLAIL. HE CHARGES TOWARDS A YOUNG, BLACK-HAIRED WOMAN WEARING AN ORNATE RED AND BLACK COAT, FLINGING FIRE FROM HER HANDS AT ANYTHING IN SIGHT. SHE TURNS HER HEAD AND ENGULFS THE ONCOMING JUGGERNAUT IN FLAMES, BUT THE HEAT DOES NOT DETER HIM. HE SLAMS THE EYELESS BEING’S HEAD AGAINST HERS, SENDING HER SOARING OVER THE CROWD.
THE METAL BEHEMOTH SCREAMS, WAVING THE UNCONSCIOUS MAN-FLAIL IN THE AIR, BEFORE TURNING TOWARDS THE TERMINATOR-LIZARD-ABOMINATION @JunkMail AND POINTING AT IT, WITH SERIOUS INTENT TO HARM.
BEHOLD, THE CLASH OF THE TITANS.
EXCUSE ME SIR, BUT THE PERSON YOU ARE REFERRING TO IS A FEMALE.
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I WAS TALKING ABOUT WADE WILSON IN THAT INSTANCE.
NOW YOU'VE PLAYED YOURSELF, SEA-CREATURE.
CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS
HE PLAYED HIMSELF.
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