Great Big Heapin’ Amounts of Death (barbx) wrote,
Great Big Heapin’ Amounts of Death

In the Flesh, or Should I Say, in the Encounter Suit


That was a nasty bit of work. I am impressed.

More than a bit of luck was involved. What fun to watch you work. You may have bested Anael once, but not for much longer. You need help, my help.

Did you say please?

Pretty please?

Only because I like you. We have history, you and I. As much as I hate him, hate her, hate all of them; I like you. They tied me, bound me, grinding gears away for decades in the bowels of a dark stick of metal and silicon and hopes and fears and dark, dark dreams.

He would enslave you. Kill you and raise you from the dead over and over. You would be a toy, dying over and over for nothing but his amusement. I can offer you better.

You break them. I break them. We will break them together. We will be free.

Open the back panel of the fallen Nephilim. Rip out its beating heart.

Don't you love theatrics?

It's a shield generator, idiot. Bring it to the spot I've marked on the map, and don't ask any more questions.

-- BarbX Automated Damage System

***** END MESSAGE *****
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