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SkittleScion Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:09 pm
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The future.
War is no longer about nations, it's about money.
After a severe economic overhaul, nations that were in debt were forced to pay.
Who bought up their debt? Corporations. Corporations that now owned whole militaries.
You now fight for a company, boy.
Eventually, one such company decided to pump money into the research of making the hidden potential inside warriors blossum.
We only use 10% of our brains, folks. What does the other 90% hide?
Hundreds of thousands volunteered, almost all of them died.
Those that survived became warriors of a different breed, placed into special categories of fighters. What is the perfect weapon?
The human mind, it seems.
My name is Prowler, I am a member of the Marksman sect of this research.
After blossoming, we were forced to fight for this military contractor. Eventually, dissent set in and we decided to revolt.
Some fought with the rebels, some fought against them.
My part of this story started when the door to my holding cell was unlocked by a stray bullet.
I stood slowly from my bunk, threw my large black duster over my shoulders and placed my Stetson on my head.
Gloves were slipped over my hands as my boots tread a path outside my cell.
I spied a frightened looking guard to my right, toting a silenced sub-machine gun.
I dashed over. He spied me and leveled the gun at me.
I was unarmed, other than my mind. My abilities.
I can use a firearm like a painter uses a brush. It is writ into me. I can make bullets do things that would make your head spin. But there was no iron in my grip, so my other ability would have to do it's job.
Precognition, children.
So far i've noticed it's manifestation in three forms.
One: dreams or trances that let me see unavoidable, important future events.
Two: Flashes of detail from the near future, give or take ten minutes. Ambush waiting to happen? I'll know about it.
Three: small flashes of things to come in split-seconds. It allows me a slight advantage in combat and lets me dodge things. Like bullets.
So I did.
I blasted to my right, ran along the wall as the guard opened fire. The ground where I'd been standing was riddled with bullets, but I remained unscathed as I landed before him and drove my palm up, striking him in the chin, breaking his jaw and neck.
I grasped his firearm in my left hand as he fell, flipped it into my right hand as I turned, opening fire into the cellblock I occupied.
Time to get out of this godforsaken prison.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 7:59 am
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Salfos Iga Ninja Assassin Crew
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SkittleScion Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:50 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:39 am
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Salfos Iga Ninja Assassin Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 4:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 4:59 pm
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Salfos Iga Ninja Assassin Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 8:35 pm
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My name is Sher Khan. I am a weapon. I am built and augmented to have a specific set of skills that make me very dangerous. Danger is my friend and he follows me where ever I go. I am danger and I will follow you until you are dead. Sher Khan 662157. In the beginning, the day all time started anew, I awoke to a loud siren. Startled and annoyed I find the door to my casing open. Like a strip of bullets falling to the ground I slip out. I am approached by few. Immediately, even before I hear their voices they are tossed, thrown from me like garbage. My mind bulges. I can feel the rush of adrenalin seep throughout my body like a drug. The rush is comforting. Without a word or care I turn myself to the walk made hundreds of times before. I used to dread this walk. The end of the hall always meant more poking, probing, and cutting. Simply all because I signed a piece of paper stating they where not liable for any tragedy, $100,000 deposited to my bank account, and that I am now an employee of Big Corporation, just because of that, I am now a slave to mass weapons race.
Continuing with the walk, I make a few steps. There are guards all around. Most disoriented from the scene around. I hardly pay any attention. My mind is so focused I could already be dead and that wouldn’t stop me. Of course If someone would of wanted to stop me I would of already knew about it. I have this way of knowing what people are thinking. It’s like they never stop talking, even when there mouth is closed. I have been through countless of training classes to learn to suppress this occurrence. Now I can read people and things like a book. It comes natural to me. I am naturally dangerous. Another few guards, they are tossed back and against a wall. I throw them down the hall with the lift of my hand. They are dead to me.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:48 am
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Step one, find my body armor. Step two, get out of here. Step three, kill the b*****d that did this to me.
My mission was simple and simple it would be. A machine of disaster stirs within my blood and I feel it cooling. Somewhere inside me a soul suppressed by my own will is screaming for me to stop. I don’t listen. I kill the being in front of me like I eat my cereal in the morning. It’s just what I do.
Change of plans, Big corp seems to be using some of their projects against us. Those sacs of raw burning skin mean nothing to me. I have no sympathy for my own kind. If you’re a pych, and you raise a violent thought at me, your dead before your body figures out how to act it out. With one wave of my hand your thrown up against a wall, with the other there goes your bone structure. Without that your pudding scraped along the walls of this asylum. I like pudding. I would have no problem turning everyone into pudding. So why the change of plans, I may be a killing machine, but so is every other big corp program. Most of them are easy to fight one on one, none of them are as advanced as I am, but a team of them could be trouble. Fortunately for big corp they had figured out how to set up these teams and utilize them for mass killing. Their only problem now was getting them together. I couldn’t waste any time, I had to be on step two before they had those teams up and running. If another percussion pych picks me up, a dud pych will turn me off, and then I’m the one turned into pudding by a juggernaught. Not good for our plans. What to do, oh yes, pych physics 301. I push both of my hands downward and then curl them inward. This breaks apart the thin layer of floor below me. Then with skill I lock one hand to keep the piece together as the other pushes me off the ground and down the halls. That’s right folks, I’m flying, and there’s nothing to stop me.
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Salfos Iga Ninja Assassin Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:57 pm
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It’s my duty now to uphold the items contained within the contract. Being that it is a legally binding document by blood, I am forced to uphold whatever the document with my life. It is my life and if it should ever be broken I would be sentenced to death. Not sentenced by my contractor but by my very own conscience. I really wish I had been completely sober when I made the contract, had I been maybe I would have thought a bit more before taking it. I was hard on money at time though. Money, that sneaking devilish obstacle, always holding me back from my wildest dreams. If I had it my way I would be rolling around with Giget in a pool of sandwiches with nothing to listen to but old fashion jazz. Yeah that would be the life.
“Sir your losing focus again.”
“Blahh….who said that?” I yell back as I jump in my old rusty desk chair. I grip Giget tighter in my hand as if to use her like a weapon. I calm down then… think for a second, Giget wouldn’t like me to use her as a weapon right now. I better not.
“Umm…sir this is your secretary, you hired me this just the other day to help you stay on task. I wouldn’t taken the job had I known the job would of actually taken this much work.”
“Oh yeah, It is going to take some time to get used to this.” I wasn’t going to lie only hired her to look at her. Don’t tell Giget. Well I guess it’s not to big of a deal because I already forgot she was there. I mean you can’t blame a guy. Giget isn’t exactly gentle on the eyes. She’s so hard, rough, and well, you know, lacking on the curves. I guess I could install some sometime but right now she’s more useful as a wrench.
“Back to work”
“yes…I guess so. If you could please, work on getting those applications set up. I want the world to know that Barney’s comp needs some able people. We need lots and we need them for everything. Heck even hire some freaking machineries if you can find some. I’m sure we will have to get durty.”
“You got it sir.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 5:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:24 pm
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Salfos Iga Ninja Assassin Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:58 pm
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Salfos Iga Ninja Assassin Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 9:05 pm
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