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Earth's Last Line... (Open RP)
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Logan
New York
Logan had just walked back in the room, a mocha frappe in his hand from the Mcdonalds down the street. He sipped it absent mindedly, checking new posts.
Logan kept his costs low; rent, internet, and his WoW subscription. A television sat in his apartment for watching movies, but he never paid for cabel.
I think so. Just outside of Buffalo.
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Logan
New York
A knock on Logan's dragged him from his laptop. He pulled it open to see a mailman, his hat pulled tight and covering his face. "Delivery..." The man said, holding up an envolope which clearly had something inside it. Logan took the envolope, puzzled.
He looked at it, a sound akin to a horse walking echoed through the hall. He looked up to see the man was gone.
He raised an eybrow, feeling the envolope carefully.
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Logan
New York
Logan poked the evolope sitting on his table with a pen, convinced it wasn't an explosive. Picking it up, he bit down on the large bulge in the paper. "Metal..." He said, feeling how cold it was even through the paper. Rearing his arm back, he threw it across the room.
The evolope hit the wall with such force the entire apartment seemed to shake. The package bounced and dropped like a brick to the floor, causing another loud crash.
Logan stared in shock, afraid to go retrieve the thing.
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Logan
New York
Logan cursed himself after touching the envolope again. The paper had lit aflame, seeming to engulf his entire apartment.
The entire town burned, the sky was black and red. Massive flamming rocks fell from the sky and soilders and demons fought in the streets,
Screams echoed up through the massive hole in the side of his building. The heat threatened to kill him on its own while he stood in chock.
Use me...
The world returned to normal as the voice whispered to Logan. He looked down and dropped the sword in his hand. He had no idea how it had appeared there.
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Logan
New York
The sword was around two and a half feet long, its blade starting wide and rapidly thinning shortly up its length. After which, the blade's thinning becam much more gradual, goming to a point. The handguard, when the sword was held tip-down, was a skull missing its lower jaw. The teeth were spiked, with the furthest out two being even larger spikes. Huge metal spikes shot upward from its sides like horns, making a "V" with the handle in the center. The blade was silver, the handguard a dark bronze, and the handle a dark purple.
It melted into the floor, vanishing for a moment. But Logan could feel it, the weight was clear on his back. It sat there, held to him by some unseen force.
"The hell..."
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