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*The propaganda is interceded by Chinese propaganda... which is very similar... almost disturbingly so.*
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You must have gotten that a lot... *Sighs and relaxes.* You know, I wonder what'd be like. Wearing spandex, knowing you're always in the right, that the people you fight are dastardly evil and deserve the pain you give them...
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*The Guy in charge of the jumbotron mutters something.* Guy: Damn hackers... *The transmission is cut off just before the hail ba'al, and is returned to the basic advertisements.*
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Okay... *Takes a bite of his burger as he sits down.* Mmm... what's it like living in a world of superheroes?
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Would have had to mount an invasion... and that would have killed countless thousands, millions, and the Kaiser didn't want that... *Smiles at the girl and takes his food,* I'd help you with yours, but I only have two hands...
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*The counter girl nods.* Girl: And you sir? Me: Cheeseburger, mayo, ketchup, mustard, pickles. Usual stuff. Side of cheese fries. Coke. Girl: 'Kay. That'll be all? Me: Yup. Girl: Kay, 15 krone. Me: Here ya go. *Hands her the coins.*
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*Separates himself from her, and walks with her like a friend.* That's be fun. I actually haven't done that before. *Smiles.* Oh! We should get some food!
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Teller: I don't know man... I'd get in trouble with the bossman... Me: Come on... I'll, I'll pay you back! Twice the krone, I swear! Teller: Yeah, right. Give me your number then. Me: Okay, here. *Takes arm from around Rose's shoulders and takes out a card.* Me: Here. And some krone for now. Teller: Alright, alright.…
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Ticket teller: 250 krone. Me: 250!? That's highway robbery! Ticket teller: That's the price, man. Me: Come on! I'm trying to take my girl to see a game! Can't you have some mercy? *Wraps an arm around Rose, trying to sell the image.* Me: And the economy's sh*t right now, man. Can't you help a brother out?
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I usually just sit where I can get a seat. *Stands in the line besides her.* I got the money, by the way.
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Austria and the Chinese. The Dutch lost in the qualifiers. *Adjusts hat so his face isn't very visible.* Let's move before anyone recognizes me. Or you.
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*Steps on with her.* First, good old adoptive ma taught me how to kill people and tortured me on a flaying table if I talked back. Second, you're a girl? *Tilts head at her inquisitively.*
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*Walks in with an Austrian baseball cap that conveniently covers his face well.* We're going to Amsterdam. *Smiles sympathetically at Rose.* And you are kinda old...
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Message: Why would she get angry? It's just a baseball game. *Gest out of the chair, walks past Ba'al and the bridge crew hatting each other, and gets in the turbolift.*
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Message back: Please take me with you! I'm so damn bored right now!
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*Message back.* Message: Yup. Though, the anarchists that took America didn't play it much. It did become a European thing. Now that I think about it, the Euro Championships are today...
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OOC: Let's keep this on goin' while he's off with D&D. *Adolf smiles as they get in the cart and drive off toward the hole. They get out and look around.* Adolf: Where's the ball? Maria: Check the hole? Adolf: No, but the chances are practically nil... *He looks in the hole.* Adolf: Hole in one....
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*Twirls around in Jade's chair absentmindedly.*
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*Alistair disappears as well.*
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Alistair: Messiah complex. How about we up the difficulty?
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Alistair: Which you are making relatively ahistorical by taking out half the Luftwaffe yourself...
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*Alistair shrugs.* Alistair: Then why are you playing this game?
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Alistair: I suspect you just have anger management issues, never been told no, and have a messiah complex.
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Captain: No. *The line ends and the ships fly away.*
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AHE to Ba'al: Problem solved... for now...
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AHE: If I didn't know that the Prinz would like to personally rip you apart, you would be screaming in molecular disassembling pain. Instead, I will simply transport your ship to the middle of a wormhole and hope you never return. For my sake and yours... *A portal opens and encompasses the Inquirer, tossing it out into a…
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Alistair: Why does everyone want to kill this Worffan? *Shakes head.* Alistair: If you could describe your insanity, what kind would it be? OCD, psychotic, sociopathic, bipolar, schizophrenia, or the like?
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OOC: The answer to that question is.... the square root of nunabuisness! AHE: Dear sir, you are not a citizen of the AHE, so you do not have any rights. *The weapons start powering up.* AHE: Now, leave. Before you're base molecules are split apart by proton beams.
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Alistair: Repressing urges to kill everyone?
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Alistair: Functioning?