Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25129884-20160107002037/@comment-25129884-20160107043249

Michael stared into siruss's cold. Dead eyes.

He scanned his surroudnings. In a burning hot brown tent in the middle of the Syrian desert... Coming face to face with the leader of a desert terrorist group. The apparent scars on Michael's face might've intimidated his soldiers... but not the lifeless man behind the mask. He shuddered, recalling his past.

"I suppose I'm going to tell you my evil plan to destroy the world and you'll stop me and some bullshit like that will happen?"

"Well, I wa-"

"SILENCE! This isn't an action holo. This is real life. Now"

He drew a knife from his sheath. The heated edge suddenly flickered on and Siruss pressed the knife to his throat, searing his neck.

"Now. You'll tell me the keyes to the archives"

"Listen, buddy. I walked through hell with a smile. I laughed at the face of Satan. And if you believe this is going to intimidate me-You're stupid exscuse for a proper sword-It isn't working."

"You entertain me. OSSUSS!"

A large man clad in golden armor and red cloth stormed in. He was tall. Very tall. And built up. And bearing two huge broadswords-enought to slice a man, in this case Michael, in half!"

"This is Ossuss. He is a Jovian. He finds the ways of the NJR... disturbing. He does not agree with alien contact and wants humanity's superiority."

"Then you should meet my friend, the duke of Io. Man, that ma-"

"SILENCE YOU ORANGUTAN BRAINED FOOL!"

"Are you comparing me to an orange monkey?"

"You're on my last straw here, just be quiet so we can get the info out of you and get rid of your blabbing mouth!"

"Ill talk over my dead body."