Soldato
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This thread is far too jovial, you won't be laughing when you're walking through the wreckage left from the destruction of the 1st Lightsaber War. I can almost hear the slapping of man boobs as the contingent from the Peterborough branch of Games Workshop stumbled, purely by chance, upon delegates of a regional Forbidden Planet conference. An argument erupted about which hobby, miniature army building or comic book collecting, turned on chicks more, one careless Klingon slur later and all hell broke loose.
Bodies lay where they fell, some still clasping family bags of doritos to their chests, as if to protect them from the carnage. It would later come to light that most of the casualties were caused either by exertion related heart attacks or self inflicted wounds stemming from the fact that none of these idiots actually knew how to use a sword.
It's a grim future we're heading for.
Bodies lay where they fell, some still clasping family bags of doritos to their chests, as if to protect them from the carnage. It would later come to light that most of the casualties were caused either by exertion related heart attacks or self inflicted wounds stemming from the fact that none of these idiots actually knew how to use a sword.
It's a grim future we're heading for.
