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Post by Kingdom of Grolsch on Mar 3, 2012 0:40:41 GMT
In a life long gone, he was a gun-for-hire.
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 3, 2012 0:42:53 GMT
Cullen Peterson would never turn down an offer.
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Post by Kingdom of Grolsch on Mar 3, 2012 0:48:32 GMT
Millyland offered him a lot of money.
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 3, 2012 0:52:12 GMT
This gun-for-hire accepted the bags of money given to him under the table in the smoky canteen.
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 3, 2012 0:52:58 GMT
"Who's the target?" He asked, coldly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2012 1:49:32 GMT
The leader
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 3, 2012 10:53:52 GMT
Said the man sitting opposite him, his face shadowed by his black fedora.
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Post by Goncar on Mar 3, 2012 11:59:43 GMT
The man,was quite the mysterious one
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 3, 2012 12:37:01 GMT
The unfiltered cigarette he was smoking added to the aura of mystery about him... and made the atmosphere of the room unbearable.
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 3, 2012 12:51:11 GMT
The fungal smell from this cigarette only helped strengthen the mystery.
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 3, 2012 13:06:09 GMT
The inscrutable man then put a Desert Eagle on the table, telling Cullen: "You must use this to kill her."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2012 13:24:01 GMT
"Got it", He Said.
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 3, 2012 13:29:57 GMT
Cullen picked up the gun, and left the room like a ghost.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2012 15:07:24 GMT
And as he walked along the beach after escaping from the those damn dirty apes, he saw in the distance a green leviathan buried halfway into the sand. He stopped dead still and fell to his knees. It was that iconic statue of freedom and hope. It was the Statue of Liberty and this planet, the planet of the apes. WAS EARTH ALL ALONG!
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 3, 2012 15:16:19 GMT
At least, that is what the foul smoke made him see; he actually saw a parked car in the street, but was stoned by the fungal smoke from the secretive man's cigarette.
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Post by Goncar on Mar 3, 2012 21:49:52 GMT
Poor man
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 4, 2012 11:06:37 GMT
Cullen stumbled into a dumpster, where he lay among the rubbish, trying to get his head clear.
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Post by Goncar on Mar 4, 2012 11:11:38 GMT
He had to feast on rotten bananas
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 4, 2012 11:25:11 GMT
His brain was so clouded by the foul smoke, he thought he was starving, which explains why he drank half a can of petrol to quench his supposed thirst.
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 4, 2012 11:41:37 GMT
With petrol on his breath, he pulled out his last cigar and lighter; the cigar was generally saved for when he was most distraught.
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 4, 2012 11:52:24 GMT
When suddenly a hand slapped the lighter out of his hand, and a grating voice said: "Fool! You could almost have been toasted!"
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 4, 2012 12:17:36 GMT
"Bawah waann to smuk," rejoined Cullen.
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 4, 2012 12:38:28 GMT
"Here, these smelling salts will clear your mind," Said the stranger, waving a bottle containing a foul-smelling concoction under Cullen's nose.
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 4, 2012 13:23:12 GMT
"Woa thaa feels much better, thank you!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2012 18:54:46 GMT
Then he woke up in an enemy prison.
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 4, 2012 20:37:38 GMT
We know what happens in prison; this cellmate eyes Cullen with...
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 4, 2012 20:39:46 GMT
... that hungered look, his lips smacking with the foul ideas in his twisted mind.
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 4, 2012 22:51:42 GMT
Soon, soon enough, I'll be able to...
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Post by Avaerilon on Mar 4, 2012 23:48:57 GMT
"... put a pink tutu on that young man over there and make him dance The Nutcracker... my dreams will come true, at last!"
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Post by North American Republics on Mar 4, 2012 23:50:23 GMT
While thinking these thoughts, the cellmate advanced towards Cullen, at which point Cullen started shirking back towards the cell wall.
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