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You gotta look inside yourself and say, What am I willing to put up with today? NOT F#&KING THIS!
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Post by casimir on Feb 12, 2016 20:23:34 GMT
In a rare top secret agreement made between the Inkling and Octarian departments for planetary welfare, Anything (Or anyone) dangerously volatile enough to be considered beneficial to no one, was to be set off in the Deep Underground.
Casimir was flanked by two Inkopolitan Elite Agents as they approached the seemingly abandoned kettle. One of the escorts nodded to the hidden camera on the wall, turned around and left Casimir to his devices. While the Agents headed back to Inkopolis, Casimir entered the dilapidated kettle.
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Post by oca on Mar 22, 2016 11:31:46 GMT
casimir here I'm joining your thread ;3Yes, all the agents left. But one. "Oca, you should come with us." Cap'n Cuttlefish whispered. "I'd like to keep him company for a bit." she replied. "Can't I?"
"Uh, sure, young lad. But be careful." The old Inkling walked away and followed the other agents. Oca sighed. This Inkling doesn't even LOOK dangerous.She slowly approached the lonely Inkling. "Sir, you okay?" |
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Post by casimir on Mar 25, 2016 19:37:34 GMT
Casimir's eyes open. Those are not Inkling eyes... They were... W shaped?
"Why are you here? Rrrrhh... You were supposed to evacuate the area."
Casimir's fidgeting is becoming noticeable as he picks up a rock and starts fumbling with it between his fingers.
"I appreciate your concern, but I don't want you to gET HURT!"
His arm rippled as he threw the rock... Punching a perfect hole straight through an old Octoweapon.
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