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Post by Red Echo on Oct 27, 2010 20:20:59 GMT -5
Let's kill some Dracs  *postpostpost* |
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Post by Red Echo on Oct 27, 2010 20:27:32 GMT -5
Ghosting dracs made him feel almost as glossed as music did. The thought of revenge made his blood boil, and in his mind, each and every drac out there was the one who tried to ex him.
Dracs poured into the Zones by the dozen, all of them wielding BLI issued rayguns and assorted weapons. Red didn't know what the hell they were doing in his territory, but they were going to pay.
Red currently had one of the Dracs laying flat on his back, his brutal legend glove digging into his insides. He grinned down at the ugly mask, curious about the particular squish the drac's intestines made. He pulled, letting the entrails unravel as he leaned down to lick them - it was a weird kink of his to taste his victim's insides. He thought it made him that right amount of insane.
"Yo, you taste like shit," he commented with a laugh, whipping out his raygun and taking aim. "Go to hell, fuckin' drac," he spat, and pulled the trigger.
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femmexfantastic
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"You get what everyone else gets; you get a lifetime."
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Post by femmexfantastic on Oct 29, 2010 19:14:38 GMT -5
She wasn't sure if it was her exhaustion or the lack of food in her stomach, but she felt absolutely content at this very moment. The desert was hot and wind blew sand in her eyes, despite the sunglasses. Her skin was dry and her mouth and tongue ached for the sensation of eating something warm. Despite all of that, she honestly didn't want to be anywhere else.
Heh. Fuck warm. Just something.
Femme made her way through this particular Zone, ray gun attached to her hip like it was part of her body and her boots kicked aside rocks as she walked. The only thing that bugged her was that fact that she didn't have her radio anymore. In her last Drac skirmish, it had fallen out of her bag and was smashed to pieces.
"The son-of-a-bitch Drac paid for that one alright," she thought bitterly, kicking one particular rock rather violently.
The sound of a ray gun going off got her attention quickly. She looked up, seeing what looked like a Killjoy. He, at least she thought it was a he, was holding his raygun, over something. Probably a Drac. She stopped walking for a moment and watched carefully. It was her experience that not every Killjoy she encountered was nice or wanted interruption in their killing. However, it had been a couple days since she saw another living soul other than the Dracs, so the sight almost excited her.
Femme walked over slowly, keeping her hand close to her hip, just in case.
"Shiny kill." she called out, hoping he didn't just fire on her.
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