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    • Waiter: Hey, you ok there?
      *impatiently look up at him* Why does everyone so suddenly get an urge to talk? God damn it. I came here because it seemed like a nice quiet place, where no one gives a single flying f... *noticed waiter watching me confused*
      Just...forget it ok?
      Waiter: Just, to be honest we never had a girl that drink that much around here.
      Well there you have it. Shit happens. Deal with it.
      Waiter: And you still not drunk?
      *slam impatiently with the palm across the bar* When I get drunk...you just might be the first one to know. *waiter stepped away and turned around*
      Waiter: What do I care. As long as you pay, fine by me.
      *mumble* A**hole...
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • There was something about flying around the city that just never got old for Alden, a feeling of complete freedom that he'd never get used to.
      He loved those wings of his. But eventually, he had to land, on one of the taller buildings to be specific, panting as if he'd run a mile or two.

      He spent a minute just staring down at the traffic below, some of it above as well.
      "It amazes me how many people can stand the monotony of it all. I'd have gone crazy. Oh well..."
      Turning around, the fox jumped back in shock, nearly falling off the edge. Seeing a giant skull staring him in the face was an experience he'd rather not repeat.

      The fact it started talking didn't make anything less shocking.
      "Tournaments are starting. Central park. Don't be late, you're somewhat of a crowd favorite."
      "O-okay..."

      The skull, after delivering it's message, burst into ghostly flames with a wail.
      "That was the most terrifying thing I've seen in my entire life. Then again, I don't think I've seen much."

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • *look around suddenly empty pub processing what just happened*
      Where the hell is everyone? I'm not that ugly to look at, am I?
      Waiter: *laugh* it's the tournament. Those guys participate I suppose.
      *realise he has no idea who am I*
      Is that so?...Do you know where it will be.
      Waiter: *shrug*
      *put a lot of money on the bar*
      Ii don't know how much do I owe you, but it can't be more than this. Keep the change.
      *I stumbled a bit dizzy but not drunk off the chair and out of the pub only managing to see where the last player is heading to. Sigh* There goes my day off indeed. I just hope to be on my performance on time tonight.
      *Turn around and see Mierda's car coming behind me. Smile* Right on time.
      *Run to the car and without question get in beside Meirda and order him to move forward*
      It's your lucky day big guy...to the Central god damned Park!
      *realise he was looking at me strangely so I grinned* Sorry, I keep forgetting your the one to give orders. *wink and smile the sweetest I could* Could we please drive to the Central Park? I heard there is one hell of interesting tournament going on there? *puppy eyes*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

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    • *laugh loving the speed* The bird told me ha ha...well joke aside, I was hanging around in one of the pubs down street and I noticed people sitting there are probably Players. Then suddenly they all went out. Waiter had no idea I was a cop so he told me it's the tournament. Glad you were passing by. *dig through the drawers in a car* God damn it! I don't have my gun here nor with me. I forgot it, my day off... well I guess it's fine. *put on a weasel smile* We need to find a nearby building or something to spy from. I have nothing against the best Players kicking my ass in "one on one"...if they ever do. But I don't want to loose from a bunch of E-grade Players just because there's too many of them. And I just know they will be there to watch.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • "Ah, here it is! Tournament shouldn't be too long. Fame, Glory, and power, here I come to make you mine! Wait, what's that noise? Sounds like pigs! Hold on, they have a petting zoo? Now this I've gotta see."
      Alden didn't have to follow his sharp fox ears for long until he found the "pig".

      "Oh dear... That's... Pretty screwed up... Could you, er, let the poor donut hog go? Maybe? Cuz, y'know... That's exactly why the blues hate us..."

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • Awesome. Thanks man. *Look thorough binoculars towards the crowd in the Central Park* See? I told you it will be a lot of those low graded Players. *Wonder what's the big fuss about down there and see two Players in the middle of the crowd. One of them popped out with his appearance. Giggle* Well well Mierda, if it isn't your old friend Alden Matriar down there in the middle of that kinder garden? * focus on the other one* What do you know, a "Hey" guy from before...
      *notice a police officer walking on all four while others throw things on him and laugh* What the... *angry mumble* What does that worm do here?! He's supposed to be dealing with a "normal" people. God damn it! That's why they made our special forces in a first place. Now the idiot will get his ass kicked and it's expected from us to save morons like him. *feel the fire coming through and try to calm down* breathe girl...
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • *get a grip on myself and trying to think. Nod to partner* Got it. But hey, you never told me why are you so eager to get to him first? Yes, I'm quite new in this whole police special forces thing, but it's been almost two years now, and you never told me why. I mean yes, I heard you and others talk about him but he seems pretty calmed to me. And as for that other guy *look at the guy I saw in the pub* I actually never noticed him around. But I have a funny feeling about him. *quickly look over the rest of the crowd* Other than that I pretty much know everyone else. Some of them really well *mimic kicking butts and laugh*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • "Alden was one of the best player on the tournament, he's danger to the community and the police. We must take him down"
      "When I'm new to this police work, i was send out, it was my first work. I saw Alden burning some police stations, and that day, My partner were killed"
      - Telling to Rea-
      A Gamer, A Bro, and Imagine Dragon Fan

    • *imagine a fire and somehow get hypnotised by a sight but quickly snap out of it* I'm...sorry to hear that. I guess it makes it clear now. *give Mierda a friendly punch on the arm and wink* Don't you worry, we'll catch him and see what he has to say for himself. But, I don't know about right now. We are really tough nuts, one of the best, but it's only two of us. *look back at the police officer still making an idiot out of himself* This whole team thing made me soft. I keep thinking how to get him out of there first...shit...
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • *looks at Mierda* I don't like this at all. We should really pay attention to this tournament. *cough a bit when a rum i drank ran into my nose causing it almost to bleed. Mumble* Shouldn't have had that one shot to many...
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • -i smile at Alden-
      He tried to break up our tournament.
      It's not like i hunted him down or anything.
      -the officer has immense fear in his eyes-
      I'll let him go, if he swears to quit interfering in our business, and we will leave him alone.
      -i release control of his head-
      Sound good?
      -the officer nods violently, the fear still obvious-
      Good.
      -i turn to the Players-
      We leave this one alone!
      -i release the officer and he runs away, terrified, to the station, where he would later resign-
      -i look at Alden-
      Well, this IS a treat!
      Alden Matriar.
      Call me Leon.
      It will be a true pleasure beating you today.