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Fantasy Freelancer Files (Red vs. Blue)

Heh, I'm almost dead because I was playing monopoly until 6 am. Dont ask me why or how survived an eight hour game of monopoly.
 
It was like hell on a board man. A monopoly board. The problem was, I ended up giving up because it just kept on going and going, the bank was almost empty and there were no new places to buy. Pretty much everything had hotels. Fucking murder.


 
Then we got up at like 8 so thats like 2 hours of sleep. I am literally living of 2 liters of coke and 3 cups of coffee. No joke.


 
actually, 10, so 4 hours of sleep.
 
To be fair, Dark, you are officially the first Shisno here. So, Daimao can call you a Shisno all he wants. And CTAC, I'm not interesting in the pointless banter right now because I don't feel like putting any more effort into a war that I've already won.
 
I hardly could give a flying horse shisno, Shadow. I don't mind at all xD


I'm just quite tired and feel like digging myself a grave and dying.
 
Fine, whatever. I needed my own clones anyway. To build a monument. Totally not to keep me occupied and not thinking about no one wants me to do anything for them anymore. ;-;
 
Okay, sure, just sign here:





I, Mockingbird, agree to allow Mr. Shadowborn Omen to inject me with three liters of the radioactive Barium-130, then subject me to ionizing radiation a total of 1,426,774,128.4 times the normal background amount for cloning. I also understand, acknowledge, and agree to the possible outcome that Mr. Shadowborn Omen might have to completely disintegrate my entire body other than my brain in order to get an accurate reading of bodily structure for the cloning process, and that he will have to reinsert my brain into a clone at a later date should this outcome occur.


I understand the possible side effects:


-Loss of body


-Loss of sanity (Unneeded for this patient)


-Loss of life


-Death


-Not living anymore


-Life not existent after procedure


and


-Sudden realizations that you now have multiple people who not only look exactly like you, but are completely structured like you, think like you, talk like you, and are just as insane as you. The realization that you are no longer completely unique in the universe.


Signature


X




I would suggest reading that, but you probably don't care too much for the details. Just sign after the X there.
 
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xD You weren't here when it happened, but everyone else gave Hunter and I enough shit when they first found out we are dating. Seriously. We burned through at least twenty pages in thirty minutes. It was mad in here. I just felt like giving as much karma as I can. Lol. I will stop, though, Dark. For the sake of both your sanity and Mock's...if it's still even there for either of you.
 
Lopez Dos Point O and three million mocks, sitting in a mine field. K I S S I N G. First comes love, then comes carnage. It ends with a freaky cyborg-insane baby in a baby carriage.
 
*Muffled voice from underground*


Too late, too late. I already buried myself. I cant hear youuuuuu.


Also, I am in no way insane. I was just kidding, by the way, do as you please, I will be listening to heavy metal to cover up the sound of my sobs and screams of pain as I rip off my face, one cell at a time.
 
And Centy.


Ew


Just


Ew


 
Ugh, fine Mock, fine. Don't worry about it, I'll sacrifice myself to Satan. He already knows me down there.


*Stabs self repeatedly*


WHY THE FUCK WONT I DIE
 

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