MrAmur

Hey. My name is Tom. Thomas Palazzi. I recently turned 21 and from what I can remember, my life has followed a routine. I wake up, eat, go to work, eat, sleep, repeat. This is what my life will seamingly forever be and I'm fine with that, I never get stressed out and things don't get tense for me. I work for the Omni-Tech, a company that creates phones and other stuff, I work in the marketing department, I rarely interact with anybody at work, but I have few friends there. I live in Boston. Oh, I forgot to mention, I am a superhero, well, if a superhero didn't do all the crime stopping. I have the power to manipulate power, but it's quite wea

Przychodzi sobie czarny gej, który był żydem do baru. Dość skromnie ubrany, wysoki i jak na geja przystało, przystojny. Podchodzi do barmana, szczupłego blondyna. -"Witaj, zacny człowieku" - powiedział Gej. -"Dzień dobry, czy coś podać jego mościowi?" - Odpowiedział miły barman. -"Jeśli chodzi o usługi związane z napojami, nie, lecz mam kilka pytań, jestem nowy w tej lokacji" - powiedział Gej, Rozglądając się dookoła. -"Proszę się nie krępić (*1)" - Powiedział barman. -"Kim są ci podejrzani lud

The floor under you is red, and so are you, you feel the sharp edge of the Chosen One's sword, it's painful, even dare I say unbearable, who knew that the one who is supposed to be the definition of good, could be so gruesome? The overwhelming cruelty makes you unconscious, everything happens so quick, you think that this is your end, now, the thing is, you wonder where do you go after your death? Do you just wake up? Do you go to some bootleg heaven with bootleg angels and bootleg god? Who the hell, heh... knows. You wake up after the fight, the blood dried up, sticking to your crimson body, you scrape it off, you barely have energy to do t

Hi, I'm Matt Cowell, I'm 24, I work in BLU, I've been working there for a little than a year. So, it's 1989, and my day started as usual, just let me tell you a story. Matt would make few grunting noises as he would wake up, not really ready to start the day, his feet has hurt, working as a Scout can be bad for feet. He would look around the room, with a blank stare, still trying to wake up, suddenly, the Engineer would enter the room, looking smug as always. "Hey there Gregory." - Matt would say to the Engineer, still keeping that just-wake up stare. "Yo, you better wake up, we're going to fight against-" - Gregory would say, but quickly, M

Diarmadio would enter a plane, as he heard about the incoming huge waves of Robots in Russia. It would seems like everything was normal, but then he heard an explosion, suddenly he'd see bunch of oxygen masks come up. "Shit." - Thought Diarmadio, already looking scared. The plane has been quickly going down, the closer it was to the ground, the more people started screaming, yet Diarmadio decided to accept his fate, fate of dying because of a plane crash. *Crash! Boom!* Diarmadio would wake up, the only thing he saw was dead bodies. "Holy shit... how am I alive...?" - Diarmadio would ask himself, looking around the plane. But suddenly, some

It was a starry night in the West Gravel Pits, with no clouds to be seen on the sky, a warm wind would make Diarmadio's hair flow and give him a good mood, he'd ready up, waiting for the next wave, he was somewhat excited, Jack on the other hand would look bored at the sky, he knew the wave wouldn't be difficult at all, he'd rather not fight, but he realized he had to for his and others safety, the wave started, Diarmadio would easily snipe the Sniper bots with his Pistol, he'd soon get into close range fights that he would easily win, Jack would burn up the bots, without really trying, he'd get puff and sting combos here and there, but they

They'd arrive at South Gravel Pits, ready for robots, the wave would start or how it would be more aproppriate, hell. (Omni difficulty) The snipers would easily snipe Diarmadio and Jack, they would barely get a hit on the robots, the only kill they would get would be on one Scout, Jack got it on an acident, but got tons of exp from it, soon Diarmadio and Jack would escape and move to nearest city in the South Gravel Pits. Rewards: DIO: nothing Jack: Common flare gun, +0,21 damage, LvL 278-280 "That... was a nightmare..." - Diarmadio would say. "Yeah... it sure was." - Jack would reply "Eh, wanna go out for a drink or something?" - Diarmadi