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The name's Jack. Don't wear it out.

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“Then you just wouldn’t do well, miss.” Smiling faintly, Jack shook his head. “They don’t wanna see a pair of guys working together to keep eachother alive. They wanna see you crawl through the dirt, holding your guts in as you try to scrabble for that onion while another guy’s beating your head in with a burning railspike. We’re like gladiators in that sense, only the audience wants to see you dead and doesn’t give a shit if a favorite is killed.”

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“It’s just a pity the person operating a medigun can’t use it on themselves.”

Roberta was still pondering how healing onions could be possible, and if she could get one for her team to experiment with.

“You keep speaking as if I intend to enter these games.”

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"I'm just saying that someone like you wouldn't do so well in the games." Shrugging slightly, Jack let a long, low breath. "Sometimes, they don't even give you a shot to say no, either. They shut down an entire island and forced the civs to participate. I recommend not living anywhere remote and easy to cut off from everyone else. Else you might be another unlucky bastard at the wrong place at the wrong time."

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You're hot n' stuff

"I know. It just comes natural to a guy like me."

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blupyro replied to your post: What do you do in your spare time?

Handsome, strong, smart, and works with machines? Damn, next you’ll tell me that you can cook, too.

"What, am I too perfect for you?" He pulled out a smoke and lit it with a broad smirk crossed over his face. "Just 'cus I can work on a bike and bash someone's head in with it when I'm done doesn't mean I can't make a mean Chicken Parmesan when I'm done mopping his blood off my handlebars."

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What do you do in your spare time?

I'm a mechanic. I build stuff, I repair it, I work on making new stuff. These rugged good looks and massive muscles of mine aren't all I got going for me.

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“Heh… we got magical healing onions and pills where I’m from.” Raising his brow slightly, he swiftly lit up his second smoke and stuck it in his lips. Jack took a long, low pull before waving it at her. “Don’t have to worry about an onion dying from a bullet to the head.”

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“Well, pills and onions get used up and don’t come back. nor can they alert you to hidden threats. Onions that heal sound bloody awesome, though, if not a bit odd.”

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“They’re easy to find. Beat up enough shit and break enough stuff and you’re bound to find one eventually.” Licking at his dry lips, he grinned. “Just gotta eat ‘em. Good thing I like raw onion.”

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“I suppose that works all fine and dandy in your death games, but out here, I’d take a medigun any day. We do have medical supplies stashed around the place, but you don’t always have time to reach ‘em.”

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"Then you just wouldn't do well, miss." Smiling faintly, Jack shook his head. "They don't wanna see a pair of guys working together to keep eachother alive. They wanna see you crawl through the dirt, holding your guts in as you try to scrabble for that onion while another guy's beating your head in with a burning railspike. We're like gladiators in that sense, only the audience wants to see you dead and doesn't give a shit if a favorite is killed."

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“Heh… we got magical healing onions and pills where I’m from.” Raising his brow slightly, he swiftly lit up his second smoke and stuck it in his lips. Jack took a long, low pull before waving it at her. “Don’t have to worry about an onion dying from a bullet to the head.”

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“Well, pills and onions get used up and don’t come back. nor can they alert you to hidden threats. Onions that heal sound bloody awesome, though, if not a bit odd.”

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"They're easy to find. Beat up enough shit and break enough stuff and you're bound to find one eventually." Licking at his dry lips, he grinned. "Just gotta eat 'em. Good thing I like raw onion."

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“Not much else to say. Bunch of rich guys sit around, watching us kill eachother for millions of dollars and the spot as top dog.” Jack shrugged lightly, reaching into his jumpsuit to fetch himself another smoke. “If you want to get far, you need a sponsor. Basically; you gotta find someone without a player in the game and impress him enough so you move up from just another mook to contender… If you’re interested, they’ve probably got re-runs on Shock TV. You can see for yourself what it’s like.” He didn’t quite comment on that thing about the Brutals anymore. Not because he’d been cowed, but because his entire argument would still hinge on the fact that he’d never met one and probably never would.

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“I’d much rather leave the killing on the battlefield, fun as it is. I wouldn’t be able to manage more than what I’ve got at the moment, either. Having two near-identical jobs sounds a bit like overkill to me.”

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“Meant you could watch it and see what it’s like.” Again, he shrugged slightly. He wasn’t looking to recruit people. As much as she said she was a big target, it didn’t seem like something she could do well as. “Just me against an endless sea of mooks. Don’t got anyone to watch your back in the games.”

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“Aaaaaaaaaaand there’s the main difference between your work and my work. Out here, it’s all about keeping an eye on each others backs. Fights have been lost because the guy trained to use a magical healing gun took a bullet to the head at the last second. Huh… Bet you don’t have those, either?”

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"Heh... we got magical healing onions and pills where I'm from." Raising his brow slightly, he swiftly lit up his second smoke and stuck it in his lips. Jack took a long, low pull before waving it at her. "Don't have to worry about an onion dying from a bullet to the head."

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“Not much else to say. Bunch of rich guys sit around, watching us kill eachother for millions of dollars and the spot as top dog.” Jack shrugged lightly, reaching into his jumpsuit to fetch himself another smoke. “If you want to get far, you need a sponsor. Basically; you gotta find someone without a player in the game and impress him enough so you move up from just another mook to contender… If you’re interested, they’ve probably got re-runs on Shock TV. You can see for yourself what it’s like.” He didn’t quite comment on that thing about the Brutals anymore. Not because he’d been cowed, but because his entire argument would still hinge on the fact that he’d never met one and probably never would.

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“I’d much rather leave the killing on the battlefield, fun as it is. I wouldn’t be able to manage more than what I’ve got at the moment, either. Having two near-identical jobs sounds a bit like overkill to me.”

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"Meant you could watch it and see what it's like." Again, he shrugged slightly. He wasn't looking to recruit people. As much as she said she was a big target, it didn't seem like something she could do well as. "Just me against an endless sea of mooks. Don't got anyone to watch your back in the games."

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“I’d have to agree with you there. It’s so much more fun to cut your enemies open with a bladed weapon, spill their blood, watch them squirm…”

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“Yeah… Rip their spines out, impale them on a spike, set them on fire…” Smirking, he straightened up and drew his hands over his slicked-back hair. “Only some of the things you get to do to rack up points. Like I said; the more brutally you murder someone, the more points you get. They don’t just want to see you kill him, they want to see you destroy him.”

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Roberta gave an impressed whistle.

“That sounds like something a Brutal would excel at. You don’t want to mess with a Brutal.”

Roberta looked away for a moment and shifted uncomfortably, then continued on normally.

“Us mercenaries score ourselves mostly on how many we kill, but giving points for the method of killing would certainly spice things up. I’ve inflicted and received some very… interesting deaths…”

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“I don’t think a ‘Brutal’ would want to mess with me.” Jack chuckled lightly. Even if he had never met a so-called Brutal, he could guess what one of those were by the name alone. Still, he’d faced more things to just be impressed by a name. Anyone could go around calling themselves a Brutal, and until they proved themselves truly worthy of such a title, he’d withhold judgement. “You have no idea of some of the stuff I’ve fought in the games.” He smirked assuredly, nodding his head. “I think I can school them and you on what an interesting death is.” 

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“A Brutal could probably match you in terms of raw power. Chainsaws and armour also don’t bother them in the slightest. You probably won’t believe me unless you see one, but you’d better pray to whatever gods you worship that you don’t.”

Warnings aside, the young woman was most curious.

“You keep telling me how violent these games are, but you’re not going into an awful lot of detail. How much are you willing to tell me?”

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"Not much else to say. Bunch of rich guys sit around, watching us kill eachother for millions of dollars and the spot as top dog." Jack shrugged lightly, reaching into his jumpsuit to fetch himself another smoke. "If you want to get far, you need a sponsor. Basically; you gotta find someone without a player in the game and impress him enough so you move up from just another mook to contender... If you're interested, they've probably got re-runs on Shock TV. You can see for yourself what it's like." He didn't quite comment on that thing about the Brutals anymore. Not because he'd been cowed, but because his entire argument would still hinge on the fact that he'd never met one and probably never would.

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“I’d have to agree with you there. It’s so much more fun to cut your enemies open with a bladed weapon, spill their blood, watch them squirm…”

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“Yeah… Rip their spines out, impale them on a spike, set them on fire…” Smirking, he straightened up and drew his hands over his slicked-back hair. “Only some of the things you get to do to rack up points. Like I said; the more brutally you murder someone, the more points you get. They don’t just want to see you kill him, they want to see you destroy him.”

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Roberta gave an impressed whistle.

“That sounds like something a Brutal would excel at. You don’t want to mess with a Brutal.”

Roberta looked away for a moment and shifted uncomfortably, then continued on normally.

“Us mercenaries score ourselves mostly on how many we kill, but giving points for the method of killing would certainly spice things up. I’ve inflicted and received some very… interesting deaths…”

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"I don't think a 'Brutal' would want to mess with me." Jack chuckled lightly. Even if he had never met a so-called Brutal, he could guess what one of those were by the name alone. Still, he'd faced more things to just be impressed by a name. Anyone could go around calling themselves a Brutal, and until they proved themselves truly worthy of such a title, he'd withhold judgement. "You have no idea of some of the stuff I've fought in the games." He smirked assuredly, nodding his head. "I think I can school them and you on what an interesting death is." 

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“MadWorld” (2009) (Wii) (Developed By: Platinum Games)

Gif Kills: #1

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“I’d have to agree with you there. It’s so much more fun to cut your enemies open with a bladed weapon, spill their blood, watch them squirm…”

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"Yeah... Rip their spines out, impale them on a spike, set them on fire..." Smirking, he straightened up and drew his hands over his slicked-back hair. "Only some of the things you get to do to rack up points. Like I said; the more brutally you murder someone, the more points you get. They don't just want to see you kill him, they want to see you destroy him."