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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:42 am
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Ken grinned "Really? Over some booze?" he shook his head, and tossed the bottle. It flew across the room and hit someone in the head. "Look, I'm feeling slightly generous today, so you can just sit down, and relax." he said, "Grab some beer, have a time." he leaned in close, "'Cause you never know when it'll be your last." he said, laughing. He sat back down and looked at Shade, "So, whaddya say? Have a drink." he grabbed a fresh glass probably meant for someone else, and held it out for him. "C'mon, even I need a break from killing once in a while..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:50 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:56 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:09 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:16 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:16 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:24 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:29 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:37 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:50 am
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Ken looked down at him, "So? I'm not like you. Because, unlike me, you try to scare people with that pellet shooter." he he knocked on his own chest, making a loud sound, his scales were practically a suit of armor. "That wouldn't even smudge." he drew his sword again, A long, carbide-tipped sharper-than-a-razor blade capable of tearing open metal, "This, is a weapon." he told him.
He contemplated killing them both, after all, they did ruin his fun. But then again, few people stood up to him. So he thought, Maybe these complete strangers aren't that bad... he put his sword back and sat down at the bar, not saying anything else. But if they did continue to pester him, he was going to throw them out of the bar.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:01 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:04 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:12 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:15 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:18 am
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Ken grinned, "Ah, well, seems like my time here is used up..." he walked outside, "Let's see..." he looked around. "What that dog say? Seize a head...? Ah, whatever..." he got bored and drew his sword again, "Ah, murder partys..." he said, pushing someone of of his way. And then grabbed another by his throat, threw him in the air and held his sword out, waiting for the helpless guy to fall right on it.
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