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"Me? Well, I am just a solitary... Well, I would say monk, but you would not know what that is. I am a wanderer. And what might you be doing right here, at this time of night, in this place of vileness?"

*the big mutant looks up from where he is polishing his gatling laser* Who's asking?

It looks a bit like a tunic... Dunnununun nun, dunnunununnun. DUN NUH NUH NUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Jake looked around, there was nothing really heavy, his assault rifle was good and all, but it just didn't take the cake. He was looking for something with more... Well, style. That was when he came upon yet another trap door, very well concealed, behind a big old wardrobe. He opened it up...

Hmm, could we bring in another faction? Just something completely out of the blue? That would make it even crazier, which means better. Or not.

What is the meaning of life? Not you.

If someone wants to be gay, let them be gay, it is not like it's going to make you have a mental breakdown or anything, now is it? Just get on with you life. Simple, isn't it?

He kept following the sneaker. He was good, very good. He knew that the sneaker knew that He was there. The sneaker made the clear by looking straight at him a few times. "Now I get to see him in combat..." He thought. He sneaked behind a tent and watched intently. The sneaker had come...

*you hear lots of screaming and shouting in the distance, distinctly the word cut*