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| − | | body = Ninjas are the definition of Epic.So are angels
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| − | {{SKWindow/Cell|'''Guild:''' [[Order Of Magick]] |||2}}
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| − | {{SKWindow/Cell|'''Achievements:''' 45/60 |||2}}
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| − | {{SKWindow/Cell|'''Art:''' http://tearninja.deviantart.com/ |||2}}
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| − | == '''Please read on, even if your only here because of the random page button''' '':)'' ==
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| − | Hi :D Calm down, I don't bite! In fact, I write stories and draw a few things.
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| − | I have my stories here and on deviantART, where I also have a few drawings.
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| − | Calmed down? great, then you'll read the rest:
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| − | Me, i am a rubbish player...
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| − | ok, all of a sudden, i've just become rubbish, before that i was OK... i wear (at the moment) an ash tail helm, ash tail body, and a swiftstrike or twisted targle. I am mainly a swrdsman, having things like stable rocket hammer, nightblade, ascended calibur(one UV; low boost vs. gremlin), sealed sword twisted snarble barb, etc. You will almost always see me wearing my awesome shockburst. My few OK (3*) guns are industrial catalyzer, Kilo watt pulsar (2 UVs; speed boost low & low boost vs. construct), Antigua and super blaster. And my only (!) 3* bomb is a Dark respiral Mk II. I play quite often, normaly everyday :) Your likely to find me playing up to D15 on a JK run, so I maximise the cash I gain from the energy I pay, with
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| − | Also, i'm a bit...weird
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| − | Also, cupine is my "second guy" but is on a totally diffrent account :) I use this so (as i have both laptop and computer) I can play with ''two hundred mist.
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| − | == Small storys, in the making: ==
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| − | The clockworks…an inconceivable place, never to be forgotten once you’ve entered…
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| − | On my first lift, I had another vision…but it was to stupid that I forgot it…in till now.
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| − | ''The door creaks open, and there lies a girl, peacefully sleeping. What ever her dreams are, they are never to be fulfilled. Quickly the pulsating mass of veins and muscles walks towards the bed, holding a flourish…a final flourish. He winces as he sees himself in the mirror, and then suddenly lifts and drops the blade, finalizing yet another life. She utters such a pricing scream, that even the clockworks seem to shudder.''
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| − | Now, only the day before yesterday it happened. I have failed…and yet I am lucky to be here, to warn you. I have seen him watch me, waiting for me to slack, and then forcing that sword once again to end a life. Now, in this, I hope you realise that it must die, before he kills the rest of us. I had sworn to protect her, as she wasn’t yet an adult. That is how I have failed.
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| − | Tear.''
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| − | I sat there peacefully. This was my home now. I never had a home before. My guildhall. This means in a way, my family are the guild, and yes in a way they are. But now, we have been invaded, and I shall not forgive those who attacked my home. They shall pay dearly.
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| − | I have tracked them down. Now I know who and where they are. The Crimson Order. I have already faced Warmaster Seerus and his "grand arsenal". And defeated him. Why not the rest I ask. Yet nobody believes me when I say I have tracked them down. What were my years of training in combat and recon for then? So my guild, the only ones to believe me and I shall go alone. They all hide in lairs, deeper than Warmaster, but he was insane to even think he would get RT out of Ironclaw Munitions Factory.
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| − | They hide out of the way, so we can’t use the normal lifts. Now, this is where the challenge comes. Getting there.
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| − | After long hours of abseiling down the sides of never before explored areas, my group of explores finally managed to get into the lair. Though there are no mortifires, this place still has ghostmane stalkers. After a simple entry a party of the things came. Or a large squad. My teammates had five star gear on. But I only had three.
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| − | Two floors down, how many more to go? This would take more than guts and gear. I knew we had to have a new tack tic. The parade of flying chainsaws had tired us slightly. Luckily, I wasn’t one to put defeat behind him, and knew the powers of recon cloak so well, I guessed we could get maybe one or two floors down if we used recon cloak. I had brought three extras just in case of a thing like this. When I told the team, they agreed and wanted to go on immediately. But they hadn’t seen the fight I had behind the squad. All they knew is I had gone to fight from the back. Suddenly I fainted from loss of blood.
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| − | Quickly the team got to work healing him having seen the cut as I fell. It went up the whole side of his leg. It would leave a scar never to go. But it would be worse if hadn’t had a team…much worse. I would die alone, never to see the light of day. A gremlin would throw me into the clockworks, where I would fall into oblivion.
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| − | But it was all over in an hour, and I was up and running, climbing, scouting and so many other things a recon has to do. This was one of my strong points, something my extreme training gave me. The will power to never give up in till all was done and dusted. But now it was to be tested to the limits: the sub zero area. Recon gear is thin, light and agile, but this costs recons a lot in cold weather. And with the tear in it, I was going to have to use my will power to keep him going…and my mates. Guilds are meant to stick together, helping each other all the way; which is what my guild does. There was ice all over the floor, wall and even ceiling…in fact, the ceiling was what caused us are first difficulty; icicles. They fell like the rockets from a hundred mortifiers, splitting into many pieces freezing us. I like the wolver series for many things, and freeze resistance is one of them.
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| − | ''The corridors twisted and turned into to dead ends again and again. I could feel my strength giving away to the piercing cold; I stumbled across small corridors setting of alarms all the time. I was almost defeated when I had a newfound curiosity; I heard voices of fellow knights. I asked my team and when they stopped to listen, they heard it to. Then, I knew what they were. The lost soldiers. A strong group of soldiers had set out only last month, while I was still searching for are attackers, and suddenly disappeared. All I knew was that. For all I knew they could be test subjects to some horrible mutation device. That was when my body regained control of its self. I knew I must save them. I quickly started formulating a plan of attack. This time, brute force was needed. So, all back in are normal gear, each with some adjustments for are position, we hailed the assault. First, I placed my Dark Reprisal Mk II to batter down the door. Worked like a charm. Then the alarms set off a R.E.D. alert; the worst. But I had expected this and had five bombs on hair trigger alert; activated by the sound they made a barricade. Quickly my friends shot quite a few gremlins down with their Sentenzas. My bombs gave off their final explosion, and then gremlins came rushing in. This was where we needed to protect are guardian, so he could protect us. Extremely soon the soldiers came out, giving us yet more power. Each gremlin got the death mark within seconds. Are strikers where here and there at once, hitting fast and furious. An Acheron dashed here and there killing many gremlins. I was afraid they would retreat and run from this devilish place with my target, but they didn’t. They did the exact opposite; he came. My nameless gremlin boss of this lair. All of a sudden, all my friends started bombing this thin path to bits: a dark Retribution here, a flash freezing Shivermist Buster there, and somehow right under are un-friendly gremlin, who I shall call death mask, a Graviton Vortex. If that hadn’t been there to stun death mask, we would have all been dead. He must of come from the deepest depths of tire three I thought. We blew a hole in a tanker full of some freezing gas like that of are shiver mist busters. I gave off I a high piercing cry as my blood froze around my cut. As I fell into to tanker, I saw hundreds of glass capsules containing mixtures of blood crystals and gels. I now understood what this place was; a biochemical weapon factory. I saw gremlins with weapons beyond imagination. It was time to back-slang out of here. I shouted this and spun my nightblade as if it were a leviathan blade, turning my recon cloak on as I did it. We ran straight for death mask, as he must have come from the main control centre.''
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| − | A Nitronome was flung over my head into the lift, exploding so only a whole was left. We jumped down just as are cloaks broke, my newfound friends realising we had gone, followed us with god speed. This was where we had to wreck havoc. There were just to many little red buttons so no button was left un-pressed as we cascaded through. Now we just needed a good old window out of here. But there were none.We were surrounded by loads of gremlins (I was always fassinated by the ammount of gremlins there are in the world!) This was whn are savouries came; Lieutenant Feron and a full squad came in. At this moment I must have fainted again, for now my memories are blank. So my group told me this bit later in are new guildhall.
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| − | Feron’s squad dominated the control centre easily, then medic knights came, healing both any other and I wounded knights. I woke now. I and nine other recons were sent to de-contaminant the factory. This was heavy work, as we had to first destroy the tanks, pump the freezing gases out and finally destroy the new weapons. These included a new form of healing stick, which I was happy to see thrown into a furnace. In-prisoned gremlins helped with this, as they had tried to destroy the weapons anyway.
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| − | I stood counting my chances at escaping alive…
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| − | There front of me stood five snarling ash tails and a damned alpha…but I was an electric vog. They would never get me on their own. But all together, I was no match for them. Suddenly, I flew my caution into the air, snarling with rage back at them, I buffed my self. Feeling the lovely charge in my bones, I charged for the alpha. Without there leader they would ran for their puny lives. I ran, jumped and then disappeared. With the element of surprise, I flipped out of the ground with a blast of lightning, bit the leader three times in three seconds flat, and was gone. Five wolvers all tried to get in my hole at once, but I came out, and using my tail’s bolt of electricity like a mace, threw myself to them. They howled with pain as my high volt charge passed through their blood and bones. Suddenly, it was my turn to howl. The powerful claws and teeth of the alpha bit through my thick coat of clear white fur. I had become a real blaze, as the oily stuff they produced covered my fur, and was set alight. This was only a little injury compared to what I had faced before. Then I saw my chance. The alpha thought he had the time to buff himself and go into a final attack. But this was the last straw. I had to finish him now or never…I chose to try now. I knew how to charge, fake a miss placed paw, and then go in for attack. This was only one of my traits. The alpha was to confused to stop his slow buffing and dodge my attack. When the they saw how badly I had injured him, they fled. He tried to scratch me. I just turned my back on him and left.
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| − | I ran. Every second I wasted they were nearing. I ran in a frenzy of fear and desperation. Perspiration broke out on my forehead. Left, right right again, forward. I saw it. A dead end. I had only one choice. My mini map indicated a level below only two meters off and not far down. I wondered, but there was no time. I had two choices; one, frenzy run through the hoard of wolvers, or two, do the jump.
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| − | The jump: My health was low, so still running towards the edge of the area, I started gaining speed. Through my head went X-minus 5...X-minus 4...X-minus 3...X-minus 2...X-minus 1... It had been echoing all around when the skylark had been about to set off. Then, back in the real world, I jumped. It was the third time I had to do this. The first, I landed in a gremlin's house, just as he was changing ( AWKWARD O.O). Second time: broke an arm. Third time lucky? I certainly hoped so.
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| − | Finally I started to go down, after a seemingly prolonged ascend. The sense of free-fall was one I loved. If I could jump down the clockworks into the core, I would of any day. But I would die long before I hit something, so I had had to refrain from doing so. I opened my eyes and saw darkness. Where had the level gone? I was still gaining speed in till, *SPLASH*, I landed in water. My helm turned on its lights, and started scanning the area. The screen said wolver den, ashes to ash tails. But why was it so dark? I heard a clanging. Oh. The artificial sun had broken and a team of gremlins were fixing it. * Clang *, * clang *… continuously. I nimbly scouted the area, searching for a lift. Grrr…grrr…graw. Wolvers. Very near by. Grrraw…grr…grrrr. But asleep. With out further ado, I left. This was where things turned bad. I was free of one pack, but had gone into another. I stumbled over a small mound of earth. * crunch *. This woke the wolvers…
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| − | == Comments and prompts ==
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| − | Feel free to write something here, like a prompt or comment (if you must, change the spelling of something, I am rubbish at writing). If you do please put it in a spolier :P If you give me a prompt, i can write the rest of the story, and i'll say you promted me.
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| − | just copy this section and write what you want. ^
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