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| Dark Warrior | Jun 24 2008, 08:26 PM |
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Dremora Valkynaz
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Ah the merry streets were empty that night. The occasional twitter of the street lights broke the monotony of a street that was hardly ever traveled in the busy city. All was silent, except for... The wind stirred up, and blew littered newspapers that were just thrown away on the streen across the street as a jet black lincoln town car strolled down the abandoned street. The hoped up stereo within the Lincoln blared, vibrating the the town car with every beat with the "thump thump" of a kick drum being played through the car's sub woofers. The rear driver side door opened, and the song "Jump Around" by "House of Pain" blasted into the empty streets, breaking whatever monotony hung around. Out of the door came Dark Warrior, cigar half way hanging out of his mouth, a M-60 machine gun cocked and loaded at his hip. Dark Warrior looked around, spotted Chris, stepped away from the town car, and firmly pressed the trigger on the machine gun. The music from the car was drowned out by the loud, unsuppressed fire from the M-60. The muzzle flash brightened the dark streets, providing some light other than the old street lights. Through the gunfire and loud music, one could pick up the sound of hot 30 caliber brass hitting the ground around the machine gun. Dark Warrior was feeding the entire belt of ammo through the gun, and it's barrel became cherry red from the heat. The machine gun clicked from running out of ammo. "I accept your challenge, if you're still alive." OCC: Lets not auto attack here like we do in the Holy War. Edited by Dark Warrior, Jun 24 2008, 08:27 PM.
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