Palača - nosač aviona. Protivnici vojnici koji bezumno viču NEED HEALING! NEED AMMO! Sam boss bi bila spodoba na ktm motoru (prdekalici), iskrivljene kičme zbog igranja na pc-ju. U rukama gamepad, na glavi jeftini headset i kiborsko oko koje u sebi ima fps counter i indie destroying laser beam. Theme song palače je neki trash heavy metal.
Ovaj Ninja K. je monstrum. Proša sam glavom kroz ekran laptopa od smijanja.
Sad pokušavam zamisliti kako viper89 živi
honest life u Shujin Academyju.
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8.6.20XX, after school...Thinking V89: Where can I get a gun in this town?
(Suddenly, girl approaches in the school hallway)
G: Hi, Viper-kun. You’re the new guy everyone is talking about.
(OMG, a girl. Approaches me in my first day at school. I must play this nicely, plus, she probably knows where I can buy a gun, or a flashbang at least.)
Shy V89: H h h hhiii.
G: Look, I’ll put this straight. We think you’re cool, you can hang with me and my friends whenever you want. We’re usually at school rooftop after school, so we can start from there.
(Oh, I know how to start this)
Hyped V89: Do you like Battlefield?
G: Say again?!
Lower expectations V89: Are you any good at First Person Shooters?
G: Is it important?
Angry V89: HOU DO U LIKE DEM GUNZ !?!?
G: You’re madman! We don’t kill here. It’s not our thing. Let me explain what this is about.
(Explains the premise, disorted people, why he is so important to the group...)
*meanwhille... three more girls approaches*
Surrounded V89: (Gulp.) THIS IS TOO MUCH !!! I CAN’T HANDLE IT WITHOUT THE GUNS! TOO MANY GIRLSSS IN THIS WORLD!
*starts running through the hallway* *locks himself in the locker*
(After a few hours thinking about firing through the walls, hostages, capturing the flags... Viper finally decides to leave the locker. He puts his earphones on, plays
Iron Maiden's "
These Colors Don't Run.")
*Although the hallway was empty, he decided to crawl his way out*
