A ducc would hold a top cover of a sphere with the tip of a screwdriver up to reveal a smaller sphere contained within the wall of the lower half of the big sphere.
"Check this out"
*Half-life crowbar metal hitting.mp3*
*le big radioactive kaboom*
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Sortsøkrig, Clashia, Artiljerija/Ceranac/sam bekrija
An Isterrian man of high class is enjoying his vacation day at a restaurant in a state where he had gotten memorable experiences, such as avoiding ungodly amount of landmines.
As he dined alone, he noticed something in his soup. He looked around for a waiter.
"Excuse me, can you come here?" he called up a waiter he set eyes upon as the man would come over "Uh... There's a fly in my soup" he briefly explained the problem.
"Ah, don't worry sir!" the waiter reassured him "The spider on the bread will get it!"
The Isterrian sat flabbergasted.
'Since when was that spider on my bread?'
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Out of your 217th, which are you?
Armor freak?
Crazy ass?
Y̵̢̯͓͓͚͈͖̘̱̐̊͜͜ş̴̬̰͕̤͆̊̎̀̓͘t̸̡̢̡̙̭̘̼̳̺̗̜̟͌ä̶̜̠̠̠̌̀͒́̀̐͗̿v̷̛̛̦͍̟͌̌̇͛̂́̄̆͑̍̕ä̸̛͍̫̈́̃̿̐́͐̚ͅ?
The fighter?
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Random street somewhere in the city of Edressa, Geschewarnocke, your mom/is a/horse
A survey taker would approach a door to a residential home. Holding a clipboard around his arms, he'd knock on the door and took a step back, waiting for someone to answer.
A man would open the door, wearing casually with a short-sleeved white shirt and suspender of his pants seen held on his shoulders.
"Excuse me sir" inquired the surveyor as he'd prepared himself to write down on his clipboard with a pencil "Are you happy or married?"
To which, before the man could answer...
"HAAAAADIIIIIII" yelled out a feminine voice before the survey participant ducked down without hesitation, without even looking, dodging a pie that would land right into the taker's face.
As he'd fall down the steps, the man would nonchalantly turn around and shut the door behind him. At the end of the steps, the surveyor sat up, his face still as stoic.
"Married" he concluded then realizing he was about to write down on his hand. He'd look to his right where he'd soon find his clipboard. The surveyor then brought it back and shortly writing down the information he had gathered from the man.
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Causthyusthusus, Verusdeuscausnaus, Sixthus/Sepustemusberus/Sevusenusteenus-Ohus-Twous
At a parking lot outside the General Staff of the Imperium Armed Forces HQ, at where one would put their bicycle, a paper is placed onto a bollard for everyone to see. It reads:
"Did you take a grey bike from these railings on the night of 25th?
YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!
I AM GOING TO ULTRAKILL YOU! I WILL SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE TRACK YOU DOWN! I WILL FIND YOU. YOU WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN! GOD WILL NOT SAVE YOU! I AM COMING FOR YOU"
"Marshal Matrakratos" said a staff in uniform along with the author of the message viewing it "I understand you loved that bike of yours but isn't this just too harsh?"
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Flashia In A New World
ActionThe Federal Republic of Flashia had been living their day like the other day, when suddenly they found themselves under an alien skies. Reborn from the ashes of a bloody series of wars, this Federal Republic would have to face the new challenges th...
