The Turf Wars Files: Document 1A
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Why does this remind me of the hunger games? Weird.
Great read though.
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I'm sorry for almost killing you Turf Lord😜😁
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ℍӭℜʘî€👿ℬє₳ṩƬ🔫🔴🌆 wrote:
Why does this remind me of the hunger games? Weird.
Great read though.
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Ϯµཞƒ💀ℒøཞÐ🔫💀🌄 wrote:
Bwahahaha! That's good shit TF. I mean TL sorry 😁😝Ʀɑƶɵʀвɑʗĸ🔥💢👣 wrote:
😂😂 Been waiting for awhile to get to this part😂I literally laughed out loud!😂😂😂
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Great job mate😃
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Ꮹཞ།ཀཀ wrote:
😡😡😒 Real funny Grimmy.😝Ϯµཞƒ💀ℒøཞÐ🔫💀🌄 wrote:
Bwahahaha! That's good shit TF. I mean TL sorry 😁😝Ʀɑƶɵʀвɑʗĸ🔥💢👣 wrote:
😂😂 Been waiting for awhile to get to this part😂I literally laughed out loud!😂😂😂
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When is the next one coming out?
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I talked with EC for an hour or so then, until a nurse walked up to me and asked that I walk around a little to strengthen my legs a bit, as after a week asleep they needed some exercise. I nodded eagerly, itching to get out of that tiny little cot and get moving. I stood up and took a step forward, then immediately tumbled to the ground.
El Cartel laughed hard at that.
I got up again and this time my legs felt secure underneath me. Soon I was walking around the Complex, wandering through its halls. As I walked, I saw apartments for the competitors, small cafés, shops, and bathrooms. Nothing of particular interest. But then I sensed something in the back of my head, heard a slight whispering in my mind. I hurried further, curious as I felt the presence grow stronger and the voice grow louder,
Help us, The voice, or voices, I should say, moaned. -
I was jogging now, the voices urging me further. I kept at my brisk pace until I reached a dead end.
Stop. Stay still. We will take care of the rest. Something took over my body then, forcing my body to stand rigid as a board. I should have felt terror, but whatever had possessed me had also numbed my body like a drug.
The shadows at the corners of the hall began to pool together, growing, growing, and growing further. They licked up at my waist and curled around my arms. It wrapped around my body like a cloak, and then it plunged me into complete darkness when it engulfed my head.
Well shit, I thought. -
Oh my gosh.
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More Turf lord! You are awesome!
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Not another cliff hanger! 😁
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The shadows began to unfurl and I found myself in a dark room dimly lit by flickering torches. The walls were made of moist, old stone bricks, giving the small room a dungeon feel. I walked through a small doorway in one side of the room. The moment I stepped across the threshold, I was assaulted by an overwhelming sense of despair, death, and trapped souls. Lining the walls were huge cells filled with starved, thin bodies with shattered souls, incapable of truly living. I looked inside the nearest cell in disgust, and saw what will send this story spiraling towards violence.
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I saw in those cells the shallow husks of retired TW vets; GasFace, Chainsaw Charlie , Swagger, and Matt, all shells of their former selves, to name a few. I also saw several ancient vets, like Bad Fish, NateDog, and Davey Boy, in addition to hundreds of others.
I walked along the cells, my stomach getting sicker with every step, until I found a control room. Inside were rows of monitors showing power output and other data. I knit my brow, wondering why a prison would haver power output. Input, maybe, but how would it make power?
Then it hit me like a freight train in my gut.
This wasn't a prison. It was a generator. -
They were sucking the life force out of these people to create cheap power.
My stomach couldn't take it any more. I doubled over, vomiting all over the stone floor.
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Lol I'm never retiring.
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👏👏👏👏
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👏very good👍👏
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Sgt Mayday wrote:
Lol I'm never retiring.
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After a few minutes and after I'd felt strong enough, I got up. I was no longer sick, I no longer pitied the dying in that prison, no longer felt heart wrenching sorrow for them; no, I felt fiery anger towards the people who orchestrated this atrocity, this monstrosity. I felt steely resolve take root in my mind, and I knew that the path I was about to take was the one I'd follow to its end.
The knot in my stomach had been untied, and it now hungered for justice. May it be through life or death, murder or healing, pain or bliss, or whatever else I would encounter, I was going to avenge their deaths.
The storm was coming. -
Moarrr
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🔰࿈Ᏸลอ🔥Ᏸεαη࿈🔰 wrote:
That's the sound a Lama makes.Moarrr
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Benny DaBOSS🔫💀🌄 wrote:
Dude don't talk about llamas with me in the same 500 miles of you.🔰࿈Ᏸลอ🔥Ᏸεαη࿈🔰 wrote:
That's the sound a Lama makes.Moarrr
I was attacked by llamas in a petting zoo as a small child.
Vicious llamas. -
🔰࿈Ᏸลอ🔥Ᏸεαη࿈🔰 wrote:
The fiends👿Benny DaBOSS🔫💀🌄 wrote:
Dude don't talk about llamas with me in the same 500 miles of you.🔰࿈Ᏸลอ🔥Ᏸεαη࿈🔰 wrote:
That's the sound a Lama makes.Moarrr
I was attacked by llamas in a petting zoo as a small child.
Vicious llamas. -
I strode purposely through the prison halls until I got to the room where the ghosts (I later came to the conclusion that they were those of the prisoners) had teleported me to from the halls. I waited there for a minute, tapping my foot impatiently. Finally shadows began to curl around me slowly. Too slowly.
"Hurry the hell up!" I snapped.
They actually listened, and I was back in the hallways of the Complex once again, this time with an agenda; a vandoozle—Erm, vendetta— one could say. -
START DAT VANDOOZLE!!!
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Nice story turf lord 👍👍
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I hurried down halls and around corners, taking large strides to reach the ER quickly. I reached the door to it, quickly opened it up and rushed inside. The nurse on duty looked at me worriedly,
"Mister Turf Lord! You've been gone for—"
"My weapon, please," I interrupted, "Now."
She must have sensed the metal in my tone, because she surprised over to a small vault under her desk and retrieved my Staff.
"Thank you." I said, and then, as an afterthought, "Better stock up on medical supplies... You'll need them soon."
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I believe I should be a total douchebag in the story but an amazing fighter cause of my name 😏
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Oh it's getting good!
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