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the son takes up the fight

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jax on Mon May 22, 2006 11:08 am

Jax entered a room of light, "Where am I?” he asked.

A voice then said "You're dead Jax. This is where you are to be judged for your crimes".

He laughed "What crimes? The fact I killed immortals who were evil; that’s not a crime." Jax's body was laying on the ground he was barely breathing he was slowly dying from the power he produced to defeat his enemy Jax was slowly fading from existence his breaths grew weaker with each one took. Until finally he breathed his final breath and the world’s greatest fighter was dead no one would stop the evil that was to come next.

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Oh... wow.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kessa Cirtos on Mon May 22, 2006 4:45 pm

[OOC: Sir, I kindly suggest you take a jaunt through the Word Processor with that piece, if not a meat grinder. Kthx, Shayna.]

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The end of the old the begining of the new

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jax on Fri May 26, 2006 1:28 pm

Jax entered a room of light, "Where am I?” he asked. A voice then said "You're dead Jax. This is where you are to be judged on your crimes". He laughed "What crime? The fact I killed immortals who were evil; that’s not a crime." Jax's body was laying on the ground he was barely breathing he was slowly dying from the power he produced to defeat his enemy Jax was slowly fading from existence his breaths grew weaker with each one took. Until finally he breathed his final breath and the world’s greatest fighter was dead no one would stop the evil that was to come next.
Jax was the most powerful fighter up until his death he left his only son to face the world and they boy was only eleven he walked the battle field where his fathers body laid he took his dads crest swords pistols clothes and sun glasses and placed burial clothes on his dad and the son buried his father. he has no recollection of who he is or was he does not know his name he has no family and he walked the streets wandering what was going to happened to him now that his dad is dead it has been 11 years since his dads death.Jax had done everything he could to save earth and was now near death himself but he still persisted and entered a room and saw allies of his fathers."im sorry guys"he said as he vanished to his realm and stood on the pole with his trench coat billowing in the wind. As he stood in his realm Jax noticed everything was not right. "somethings not right back on earth"he said. As darted for the portal he jumped through.He saw a man with a sword in his hand.Jax took out excalibur and charged him swing and clashing the swords.As they fought jax was losing "damn it i can't die not like this"he said.
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the son takes up the fight

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jax on Wed Jun 14, 2006 4:22 pm

it has been 11 years since his dads death.Jax had done everything he could to save earth and was now near death himself but he still persisted and entered a room and saw allies of his fathers."im sorry guys"he said as he vanished to his realm and stood on the pole with his trench coat billowing in the wind.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Je Suis INSANE on Tue Jun 20, 2006 10:11 pm

Is this going somewhere?

It might be ... more effective if you post the manuscript in one place hmm?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Je Suis INSANE on Wed Jun 21, 2006 8:43 pm

The what takes up the fight?

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