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 Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 9:33 pm
*Chris slowly stood as the demon charged.*
Man...I gotta do everything around here. Again, this is why we can't have nice things. Even proms.
*Grumbling, Chris shifted into his heavy assault armor and level a fleet's worth laser weapons at the charging demon.
Have a lot fight in you, eh? Well, I'm your huckleberry.
*Chris unleashed a blast of energy into the charging monster.*
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 9:53 pm
The blast hit the demon straight through his chest. A loud scream could be heard as the demon's form changed... long blonde hair, small delicate hands, a curvy female body... It was Cassandra or at least her body. Diana's eyes went wide in shook as she went over to Cassie's body, checking for any vital signs whatsoever and finding none. Diana's eyes were watery....as tears began to fall out.
" She's dead..."
Bruce came up behind her, putting a hand on Diana's shoulder...
" I'm sure you can work something out with Hades..."
Lucifer then laughed..
"She's not with Hades..."
He then vanished in a dark cloud, knowing that sticking around this place wouldn't do him any good. All eyes were on Cassie, who became a demon, and then ended up getting killed... by Chris Powell.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 4:26 pm
In a world where there are Jumping Jacks, Jacks-of-all-trades, and Jack-offs, fortune clearly favors Jack.
He was late to prom, but for good reason. Lately, he'd been having a fun little session on Snapchat with a lucky lady, and he'd saved all the images.
In fact, he was just about to go show those pics off to all the other dudes because he could.
Strolling on in, he was just in time to see Chris slay a demon. Well, holy s**t. Good thing he missed that one, he really hadn't felt like saving the day around here yet again.
"WOOOOO ATTABOY CHRIS." Jack applauded, and the room flooded with cheers. "AND WOOOOO ME! I'VE BEEN SEXTING HIS GIRLFRIEND FROM HER AMAZONIAN FORTRESS OF TRAINING."
He flashed an imagine of a butt clad in pannies from the screen of his cell phone, running a victory lap around the room as he did.
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