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Post by Kyzer on Jan 17, 2015 0:42:26 GMT -5
I disagree with this. I see some of the stuff I wrote back between '05-06 here and find it more entertaining than the stuff I did in 2012. And I have never thought I was bad at this. I think having confidence in your ability makes it better, and comes out in the writing. Even when I first started, I started in a fed with that everyone was about the same talent level. It is all relative and a matter of perception. I knew I should have added a footnote. *Everyone looks back at their older work and thinks it sucks. Except Kyzer. He's somewhat of a narcissistic ass. There we go. I have never denied I have an ego. But if you are good at something, you should. Ego is a good thing, it is a motivation tool.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 17, 2015 0:07:47 GMT -5
Every once in a while, Kyzer or Drakz will talk about how they wanted Jason Vieira in the main event at the Superbrawl they ran. To read the stuff I was writing then, I just don't get it. Terrifying that anyone would consider that garb "good". Unrelated: coding and testing the code on a phone is real pain in the dink. Got that monkey off my back though. You're also more of a perfectionist than most writers I have come across in my years of doing this. Of course in hindsight you'll consider it bad. We all look at our older work as bad compared to our work now. You're just a harsher critic on yourself. Not that that's a bad thing, but still. I disagree with this. I see some of the stuff I wrote back between '05-06 here and find it more entertaining than the stuff I did in 2012. And I have never thought I was bad at this. I think having confidence in your ability makes it better, and comes out in the writing. Even when I first started, I started in a fed with that everyone was about the same talent level. It is all relative and a matter of perception.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 16, 2015 13:25:09 GMT -5
RP for Homecoming is done. Just gotta code. I hope you feel special. I haven't started mine yet.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 15, 2015 23:58:39 GMT -5
edit 1: Kyzer apparently used to be called "The Addict Icon". Not sure when the ed was added by the past tense is for the best I remember that. For a while, every rp I would add another nickname. Your Stoned Messiah The King of Excess The Addict Icon Your Heroin Hero God of F~ck GOD Enigma The Dope Man I can't remember the others. I kept doing it to poke fun at CBT changing his picbase and nickname to copy whatever wrestler he had a hard-on for at the moment
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 14, 2015 18:47:46 GMT -5
I am literally in shock as to how impressed I was by this. This is a huge step up. I laughed at your mocking of the Shawn's personalities. I was impressed by the forethought you put into this. I was surprised by your use of DMK, which I have no problem with, since you portrayed him perfectly.
This is easily the best thing I have read that you have written. I am seriously stoked to see more of your stuff here. I think you have listened to people's advice and obviously taken the time to read other people's work to really improve where you were when you started.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 11, 2015 17:55:22 GMT -5
I will certainly bitch if I have to dig through a bunch of bullsh~t in the inactive profiles just because you are too lazy to put it where it would be easily accessible like everyone else in the fed. Maybe I am out of line thinking you should at least do that, but then that would mean I am an asshat. That is an impossibility though because I have a bio that can easily be found. Where's your entrance considering I write most of your matches? Exactly. You write our tag matches where I just assumed we would do a combined entrance since you have never said anything before. If I remember I send in my entrances, but it is an easier thing to forget than the fact you don't have a bio anywhere a normal person would look for an active character. I will go ahead and write up entrances for every match if that is what you want. I don't know how in-character they might be for a Satanic swordsmen since my entrances are as usually over the top as my characters. But if that is what you want sweetheart, I will make that happen. I will just go ahead and write up 20 or so for the next 20 matches we have as a tag team until either you quit because you are tired of my awesomeness or they just retire the titles because no one is going to beat ME for them. Just like T.I. said, "You can have whatever you want..."
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 11, 2015 17:27:16 GMT -5
Dr. Who is a lameass gateway drug for people who used to give me sh*t in school for reading comic books and digging on Star Wars and sh*t to go to cons in costume and mingle and blend and try to be part of something that they wouldn't have wanted any part of before David Tennant made it accessible to the general populace bottom feeders. It's pandered and paraded as some pentultimate token of nerd/geek culture, which would have absolutely rung true prior to the 9th Doctor, but unfortunately, the average "Whovian" was, in all likelihood, beating the ever loving sh*t out of kids who were on board prior to the big reemergence of the franchise. I unabashedly and whole heatedly regard Dr. Who for exactly what it is, which is geek-chic. It's no more nerdy than watching Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, or Sons of Anarchy. Doctor Who isn't geek-chic. It is hipster-chic.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 11, 2015 17:25:44 GMT -5
Everytime I pictured that character I thought of this... Except a potato rather than an onion. Now put a bio. To be fair, Aiden Turner did play a Hobbit in the last two LOTR movies so the attire at least isn't far off. And Sam's bio is in the inactive list ya ass. All that gets changed is hometown and titles won. You're gonna bitch about that too so, whatevs. I will certainly bitch if I have to dig through a bunch of bullsh~t in the inactive profiles just because you are too lazy to put it where it would be easily accessible like everyone else in the fed. Maybe I am out of line thinking you should at least do that, but then that would mean I am an asshat. That is an impossibility though because I have a bio that can easily be found.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 11, 2015 17:01:41 GMT -5
Doctor Who is stupid and uninteresting. Also put up a f~cking bio for your characters. I was searching around for it the other day. It is a pain in the ass that you don't ever have one. I remember with that Irish potato you ran with a couple of years ago was getting booked before you ever put up a bio. Lazy sh~t. I guess that is what to expect from a person from P~ssylvania. you. ...he wasn't a potato. Everytime I pictured that character I thought of this... Except a potato rather than an onion. Now put a bio.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 11, 2015 16:46:49 GMT -5
I can't wait to get a chance to DESTROY you for that blasphemy sir. Doctor Who is stupid and uninteresting. Also put up a f~cking bio for your characters. I was searching around for it the other day. It is a pain in the ass that you don't ever have one. I remember with that Irish potato you ran with a couple of years ago was getting booked before you ever put up a bio. Lazy sh~t. I guess that is what to expect from a person from P~ssylvania.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 10, 2015 0:23:16 GMT -5
He didn't. He is claiming victory over me in a match that I told him I wasn't going to rp for, and was taking out of the match altogether as per our agreement before the show. But we all know Schneider "tweaks" history. And pretty sure his only "real" victory over me came with a lot of controversy as the only people who said he out rped me were you and Schneider himself, unfortunately for the rest of the fed's opinion didn't matter. And you didn't like me very much then or understand the Kyzer character at the time. So take that for what you will. I still don't like you or understand the character. What's the excuse for our titles? I am carrying you.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 9, 2015 23:40:22 GMT -5
2 matches we've been opposition, 2 matches with Phillip Schneider's hand raised in victory. When the sh*t did you beat him before? He didn't. He is claiming victory over me in a match that I told him I wasn't going to rp for, and was taking out of the match altogether as per our agreement before the show. But we all know Schneider "tweaks" history. And pretty sure his only "real" victory over me came with a lot of controversy as the only people who said he out rped me were you and Schneider himself, unfortunately for the rest of the fed's opinion didn't matter. And you didn't like me very much then or understand the Kyzer character at the time. So take that for what you will.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 6, 2015 14:57:10 GMT -5
Me too. P.S. Alex Sean returns to the WFWF? lol naw. I won't go into it to specifically but my life right now is a thorough catastrophe and I'm really not in a position to be able to devote much time to anything outside of piecing it back together. Plus I honestly feel like by the end of my last run here I was running on fumes in regard to this style of RPing. I've always leaned more toward storylines and writing matches so something like the XWA fits my sensibilities better. Mechanically I consider myself to be a very solid writer but in regard to this form of it, I don't think ultimately I have much to offer. Other than being awesome. I hope everything gets put back together for you bro. I am always amused by your unique facebook statuses about training and whatnot.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 6, 2015 8:33:00 GMT -5
Hello people. My recent troubles in life have stricken me with quite a bit of anxiety and submissive rage induced insomnia which led me to looking at this board for the first time in forever (why have a ballroom with no balls?). Within minutes my vanity led me to using the search function to look up any mentions of "Alex Sean" within the last 1000 days. If anyone's interested the vast majority of them were from Obo ™ referencing me usually in a poor light in lieu of some wrong the character has done his that I don't entirely recall but evidently created the Philip Schneider of today. Trace Demon had some very kind and diplomatic words about me in his shoot interview thing, appreciate the love. There was also Thunder emphatically retorting to Trace's claim of me being valuable as an owner noting that I was lazy, unreliable, and unreachable a lot of the time. While these things may have been true... I guess that's it actually. I made great posters though... Well anyway just thought I'd post something since I was creepin' so much love to everyone, hope ya'll are livin' the dream. I still love ya, bro.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 4, 2015 18:14:06 GMT -5
So the running theme of this is that Drakz has terrible, shameful taste in alcohol and he likes to attempt to make babies with his sister?
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 3, 2015 23:41:12 GMT -5
. Also, entrances. Can everyone please make sure they have a fully detailed entrance in their bio, as some of you have two lines of very brief description. I know whenever I write a match, for a PPV at least, I take the bio description as a foundation and then tweak it to make it more special. For some of you this is much harder work than others due to how little you give a match writer to go off. Cheers No.
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Post by Kyzer on Jan 1, 2015 23:21:09 GMT -5
I wanted to use the word megalomaniac but SOMEONE has already branded that word as his own around here.. That would be me. I admit I haven't been reading everyone's rps since my reappearance around here, but I always make a point to read yours since I have known you for so long. I have to say this was one of the more entertaining ones for me. I guess I get the criticisms people have here with it not being solely about the match, but I don't tend to make my rps completely about the match or whatever is going on in the fed. I dug it. This was less off-putting and just ridiculous like I thought some of your Decaying Society (I think that is the right name) stuff was. I thought for the last couple of shows, you were going down the route of Schneider vs Percy just from the segments and everyone being tied up with stuff. I wished that would have worked out because I would have liked to see Percy write one last rp. I always dug him when he was around. And while I really liked Mike's rp, I was very happy to see yours considerably shorter.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 26, 2014 22:30:27 GMT -5
Yeah I dug this a lot. Like it was a really odd piece what with the opening acid trip dream sequence and all but that's kind of my thing, I like really out there stories and I really enjoyed how the entire thing tied into the fed. Like that's an impressive bit of work considering it had a penis horned Drakz and all that. Seriously though you're consistently one of the best on the board and while that isn't news to anyone it still impresses me how effortless you make it look considering you've gone from being one of the best with one character to being one of the best with an entirely different one. Just goes to show what you can do when you can write different voices the way you can. Great job. It actually takes me a lot of effort because I still instinctively fall into doing things the way I did Kyzer. I want them to be different and have different styles to them. I was trying something different here. I wanted it to be more focused on the promotion instead of backstory, while still progressing that. I tried something different here after I was inspired by reading DJS's rp. I haven't done a monologue like I did in the DMK scene since I started out in e-fedding. I started doing the settingless monologue pretty early in my e-fed life and have always just stuck with it. I thought it would make sonstuds happy. As always I try to leave some suspense to it so people want to read the next one. You're still a f*cking p*ssy though. Jealously is an ugly color on you, bro.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 25, 2014 1:22:51 GMT -5
...Malakai bent over. "Butch with a katana." I hate you. I hope you lose. ...oh wait, that means I lose too. . Well you know, things don't always work out like they do in Pulp Fiction
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 23, 2014 4:39:04 GMT -5
Bukkake Party The cry reaches out and echoes bouncing off the walls. He comes to a dead stop in the inch deep water that covered the floor of the tunnel. There is a mugginess that makes his breathing heavy. The smell of mold fills his nostrils, but it shouldn’t come as a shocker. He is in a sewer tunnel. He should be thankful he doesn’t smell the stench of something worse. He moves in the direction of the cry. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, not metaphorically. Another cry pierces the air and sends a shiver down his spine. He takes off sprinting.
“Nnnnnnnoooooooo……….”
He runs faster, if that is possible. The light is bright, and is only getting brighter. He can feel his heart pounding harder and harder. He can’t tell if it is from the anxiety or the fact he is working harder than when he is f~cking. Either reason is about to send him into cardiac arrest. He reaches the light not a moment too soon. He breaks into the light and finds himself out of the sewer sauna. He comes to an immediate stop. He is in shock; he is in a f~cking nightmare.
“Relevé! On the balls of your feet! You dance like you have pig hooves!”
He stands on a precipice overlooking what he an open cavern. The air smells of sulfur and astroglide. His eyes grow big as he looks down at what lies before him. It is what he always imagined Hell looking like. Some many things are going on he can barely digest the scene.
“How am I supposed to be the world’s greatest ballet Choreographer if you f~cking midgets can’t do the most basic of moves? You are ruining my dreams!”
A blond, dirty looking man stands on a raised platform before a herd of worn, broken down, crack midgets. His face is etched with disgust as he looks down at this corps de ballet of little people. The Choreographer spits at them as he raises his arm and with it the cat of nine tails he is holding. He brings it down with such forces that when it strikes the closest little person it takes a layer of skin off with it. His yarmulke nearly falls from his head as strikes another midget in his anger. The rest of the midgets immediately scatter in all directions. The Choreographer hops off his platform to give chase to the herd. From on the precipice he recognizes the blond Jew…
“Schneider?”
He quickly realizes that this must be hell. Something else quickly catches his eye. His face turns to disgust as he recognizes two guys, Jayson Garrett and Chase Landon. Both are wearing leather ass-less chaps with complimentary leather domination accessories. Beside them stands some fat guy in a gimp suit, let’s call him Dave Demento. It isn’t the sight of these two leather bound fairies that shocks him; it is what they are doing. Chase and Gimp-Dave are cheering Garrett on as he has a gagged and bound man bent over a pommel horse. The two pederasts watch on as he is sodomizing who is now recognized as Shawn Malakai…
“What the f~ck?”
Unfortunately for Malakai there is no Butch with a katana to help him out. He takes a step back in equals parts horror and disgust. He looks around to see what other horrors are awaiting him. Numerous terrible things taking place everywhere. Penny Shannon is subjecting unfortunate souls to a horrible punishment of having to watch the WNBA while Shannon finger bangs herself in front of them. Somewhere else, the condemned being forced to have conversations with the always boring Josh Dean. His sweet, disgusting wife stands by talking with whomever about her emotional baggage and make-believe happiness. It is worse than a trashy Julia Roberts movie. Eat, Pray, Blow it out my d~ckhole.
“I am going to vomit…”
He caught the scent of Nikki’s nostril burning odor. Suddenly a horn blows from one of the cavern. Everything and everyone stops. He looks in the direction of the sound and sees a giant stone building he didn’t notice before. It is windowless and pretty much featureless with the exception that it has a huge balcony that extends over the cavern floor. All the disgusting monstrosities that populate the cavern gather around the building with their eyes on the balcony. Something suddenly comes flying out of the building and over the balcony towards the crowd. They scatter out of the way from the boulder sized object. Unfortunately a few midgets get crushed.
“…what…how…”
The words barely escape his lips as he immediately recognizes the head of Tugarin Zmey.
“I have slayed The Dragon!”
He catches sight of the voice’s face and can feel his stomach turn.
“Drakz…of course, he is the Devil.”
There stands Drakz in all of his douchebaggerish ways. Little horns that have penises for points protrude from his head. He might as well be decked head to toe with either Ed Hardy or Affliction, take your pick both are only worn by pieces of sh~t. He stands at the edge of the balcony overlooking the masses before him.
“After slaying The Dragon, I offer a sacrifice in my honor!”
Two braziers erupt with fire behind him. The lemmings cower at the eruption of the columns of fire. Drakz turns and grabs something and presents his offering. He gets closer to the edge of the precipice to see what Drakz has held above his head.
“I present my offering to myself!”
He falls backwards as he realizes who it is. Drakz grabs something and wraps it around the neck of a little bald man. The little man looks up at the smiling Devil with defiance until the end. He spits at Drakz but it comes back and hits him in the face. Drakz only laughs as he grabs the little man with one hand, launching him over the balcony. A wire is around his neck; about halfway to the ground the wire goes taut. Cheers erupt at the swaying dead midget.
“…”
He opens his mouth but is completely speechless now. It is like he just watched his own death. He just stares at Drakz who is basking in the glory. It is then he notices something behind Drakz, someone standing near one of the braziers. He can’t quite make out who it is, but he feels the person staring intently at him. It is as if there are eyes stripping his layers away and piercing through his soul. The he catches something…blue eyes…piercing blue eyes….
Wake up.
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DMK: Something is off in the air. I can’t say what exactly but I just have this feeling that something isn’t right. I had the same feeling the night The New Epoch died. I have to say I am a little worried.
He looks down at the nice, neat little lines of cocaine laid out in front of him. A rolled up dollar sits next to them, everything in front of him is just chanting...
“Drugs…drugs…do many drugs…drugs…drugs…do many drugs…”
DMK: Those two assclowns, Landon and Garrett, aren’t a factor. My worries are beyond them. Between The Dragon and The Satanist, they will put down like diseased dogs. I should be going to this with my head held high and a grin on my face.
“Drugs, do drugs, escape…”
He continues to stare at the lines without partaking.
DMK: This is the path I wanted right? Then why do I have this sick feeling crawling up my spine. I can’t shake it. Have I been given the gift of premonition like Alyssa Milano? I don’t like this.
“Snort me…shoot me…smoke me…”
DMK: The KKK Army, my baby, is on the rise. The Dragon will begin building his horde. The Satanist will keep doing the shady sh~t that Satanist do. The Army will grow larger.
He dips his fingertip into the end of one of the lines and brings it to his lips. Instantly they go numb.
“Yes…it is good…so very good…do more drugs…”
DMK: But still…I am thinking too much on this.
“Yes…give in…snort me…SNORT ME…”
He picks up the dollar. He should feel like he is on top of the world, but he doesn’t. Something has implanted itself in the back of his head. It is like a cancer that is slowly growing and spreading doubt and worry. Those are two things that DMK has never had in his life until now. Ever since he bound Zmey to him, something has changed. In both him and Zmey something has changed.
“I will make it all better…”
DMK: I made the right decision.
DMK puts the dollar to his nose and makes a line disappear.
“Good boy…You are a good boy…”
DMK: I am on the right path.
Another line disappears. DMK leans back to let the euphoria wash over him.
“Everything is alright…I am here…”
DMK: F~ck this self-doubt. I need to put this out of my head. I need to remain focused on reality not something I am just imagining.
He bends over the table and snorts two more lines. He puts the dollar down as all his nice neat lines are gone.
“We will crush your enemies…no one can stand against us…”
DMK: First I will crash the world down on those two pussies. Then I will direct Zmey to systematically eliminate any rivals. He chop everyone off at the knees so that I can look them in the eyes while I wishing them farewell. We are going to kill everyone. It will be a massacre of the weak.
“The lambs will cry…”
DMK: It doesn’t matter who it is. I am sure they will line themselves up though. I don’t think I have made many friends so far.
He smiles at the last comment. His eyes are fixed on the drugless table while he speaks. It is like he is lost in another world.
“You are safe…”
DMK: Jayson Garrett…I am interested in seeing how deep his vanity goes. Will he still love himself when his flesh is burned away? Will he be able to face the world after he is exposed as nothing but a pretty face? Maybe with a sliver of luck, The Dragon will just leave him as a scarred up grotesque monster instead of just killing him outright. I guess that just depends on how nice I am the day of The Clash.
“We are not nice…We are monsters…We eat the flesh of the animals…”
DMK: Chase Landon…I grew up among the freak shows of Seattle, land of the ‘unique’. He is the new age serial killer, the outcast mental midget who decides to shoot a school. It started with his idols in trench coats and evolved to opening fire on elementary schools and second tier colleges. The world will just thank me when he gets put down. He is nothing but proof that some kids should be drowned in the bathtub at infancy to just save the world the grief. The Dragon will do what his parents failed to do when they didn’t abort him.
“We can burn the world down together…”
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He sent me to find her. He gave me the path to find her and then released me. The Little Master told me it was him giving me peace of mind. I realized his motivation but I couldn’t deny stirring I felt in my heart when he said ‘Now we go get your Delilah.’ I had skepticism in my head about all of this. I am not foolish enough to outright believe something with such low odds at being true.
I also killed the emotional part of me a long time ago. I am not excited about the idea of resurrecting it. But I go anyways.
What else can I do?
The journey takes me to across the United States to Boca Raton, Florida. This only adds to my doubt. I don’t understand the connection here and Delilah. This doesn’t make any sense. The directions lead me through the world of the wealthy here. As I follow them, I process everything in an effort to better understand this.
The Hun gave DMK this information. Was The Hun trying to set him up?
Regardless if I am walking into a trap, I am not going to stray from the course set before me.
That course has me on a collision course with a lot of people it seems. DMK hasn’t endeared himself to many people. And I am the one who will take care of the people who want to make uproar about it. It is my purpose, one that Samael fails to understand.
His insistence to delve deeper into my head is a futile task. I understand the game better than he does. I don’t need to know the exact motivation but I can see the deceit in his eyes. He wants to play a game and use me as his pawn. Does he realize that he will have to play on the same board as DMK? He plays only for blood too.
It isn’t my place to try and change his course. He will walk his path with us until he crosses that line, then he will understand my role in The Army.
Cohesion. Teamwork. Chemistry.
Those words, Ryan has spoken them as has Samael. They mean nothing to mean. They look at me as if I am just another person. I am not just the next average guy on the street.
I am a walking death machine. I am an instrument of war. I am a Mongolian Death Worm.
I used to bring destruction in a focused manner. Those words aren’t going to crush our foes, they aren’t going to get in the ring and pick apart our enemies. Maybe I don’t understand because this is a new world to me. But I think I have proven to anyone out there that I follow the will of DMK explicitly. He wants me to team up with Samael and beat whoever they put in front us. I am going to do that. All this other stuff is just unnecessary.
Between Ryan, Samael and DMK something is going to implode. Each one has their own personal motivations. DMK is the most upfront. Samael has espoused some of his motivations but there are some he is keeping close to the vest. Ryan is the slickest one of all. Playing both sides for his own reasons. DMK doesn’t see it, Samael doesn’t either. So many egos, so many conflicting desires and wants. Everything is building to an explosion.
One of the benefits of being dead on the inside, I will walk out of this regardless and move on to the next master.
The streets are going to be littered with bodies. Garrett, Landon and anyone else that walks into this massacre will have to prove they are capable of standing up against a monster like me. If they can’t then they will be added to the death count. I can assure Jayson and Chase that they will be used as an example for anyone who stands in defiance to The Army.
Bloodshed, Destruction, Pain, Fear, Death. Calling it a massacre is underselling it but DMK is more of a salesman than I am
Am I about to walk into my own massacre?
I find myself in a harbor, staring at a yacht that someone probably only owns because of their vanity. I look back down at the instructions and this is where I am supposed to be. The only sound in the night is the boats rocking with the current. I walk around to find a spot to board it and notice the name.
Y.S.M. Excess
Before I can step foot on the vessel, a voice beckons my attention.
“Subutai…”
I look down the dock and see the source of the voice….
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