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I reload my cannon one more time and start to follow my comrades in battle. "Bastards! I will kill every last f%+*in' one of you dirty mutts!" I said in frustration from our situation.
Witnessing the carnage I realized that I might not make it out alive. I reloaded and fired another round into the big f&!&er ahead of me.
AS I approached the battlefield my brow began to sweat. not from fear or nerves but from excitement, the time had finally arrived to prove my worth. I moved up to position about 20 feet up to the fleet of dogs that were in front and mowed them down with my Havoc.
I packed my shit and headed out to the battlefield smirking knowing that by my side my allies will never fall. I will die protecting them and kill every last mutt I can see.
Time passed by as I trained and waited. I was 22 years young and yearning for some dog slaughter.
he speaks! all good man, just keep us updated
So is the DM waiting 'till the year 2390 to post?
"Sir, thank you Sir!" I said in unison with Audric. Standing attentive but still grinning a half smile.
I stood firm and saluted towards the professor, still grinning I said "Awaiting orders sir!"
"What a display doc!" I said in good sport. The thrill of danger, and the smell of copper and sweat gave me a rush of excitement. This is what I was born for, and I loved it! My fellow peers were good shots, displayed good teamwork, they would make excellent soldiers. But I knew that a couple of dogs was nothing compared the the hell that awaited us all in our futures.
I smirked as I went over toward's Serai's side and had my Hardline at the ready. "Now that's more like it!" I said, with no regrets. If I couldn't help keep my comrades safe from 2 dogs, then I deserved to die.
"This is what we do boys and girls. We kill dogs. Might as well have a bit of fun doing it!"
"Piece o' cake!" I declared, as I walked proudly towards the dead pile of meat laying before me. I kicked the carcass in the head and I boasted, "Is that all you've got! Can't wait to kill em' all! HAHAHA!!"
"Fukin' aye" The 12 year old boy before you says. As he lifts up his Hardline. Aiming down the barrel he stands steady besides Kwartz and Serah.
I can't wait to rip sum' holes in sum fuki'n dog skulls. Let's get'em boys! |