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Well, my robotic brethren...Our hour has arrived. With my newly acquired ninjutsu skills, the filthy humans will be destroyed this day for sure.

Since our name changing frenzy last year got on some people's nerves last year (read: all the other admins), we'll do it a little differently this year.

Your allegiance will be displayed in your signature. You can create a banner, you can make up some kind of quotey thing, whatever. The normal signature guidelines are still in effect.

On this day, the war will be in this thread. If it carries into other threads, so be it, but try not to spam the entire forum up with the carnage, er...festivities.

Let the killings begin. beep boop borp.

You'll never get away with this!

*throws orange juice pulp grenade in and runs away*

I am going to stay out of this. I am going to go sit on a porch with a cooler of Cold Ones, another cooler full of steaks, and a hibachi, and enjoy the festivites.

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Dang. Dead people are so hard to control.

I like the way you think. Especially cause it's technically not with a human brain.

boop beeeeep.

That's because I am smart and staying out of this. Since I am neither human or robot, I have no personal stake in this.

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Nor does he have any stake in this.

Oooh, feel the drama.

I'm not human, I'm pervert superhero.

Pervert super hero mercenary.

So pay me.

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*Gives Funkstar a robotic Funk Guitar Battleaxe +3*

How's that?

Why do I have feeling that you will be the first to die.

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*gives Funk Page 3*

Take that, robots.

I have arrived, m'lord.

And I'm giving you all a glimpse of what I look like under the synthetic skin.

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Already got one of those.

Your winning at the mo'.

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*BTG throws Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue of Hotness +9 at Funky*


That will keep you occupied.

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If I had any simulated emotions other than blind seething rage, I'd be jumping for joy right now.

I'm sure you understand.

Let's skin us some hu-mans.

Argh.

*Gives Funk a disco hall, a Panzer, a personal chef, five women, and a BiotechLaserBroadswordofElectricGoodnessRocketLauncherComboDrive +4*

I was saving those, but you can have them.

This is when the fun begins.

*Pops open a Cold One*

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GONK.

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Wow.

You must really be hard up for troops if you're giving all that stuff away. Filthy meatsack.

*kills Funkstar, takes the stuff, and fires some rockets Douglas' way*

Good luck with that "Breathing" thing.

I called that one.

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I have performed the ultimate sacrifice.

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Trashy gearbag.

*dodges rockets, and runs into an underground bunker*

*whrrrrrrrrrrrr*

Unit id. no. 4r7 reporting for duty, m'lord. Prepared to deal out appropriat cumupance to fleshpots in immediate vicinity.

Awaiting orders.

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You are unlucky. You weren't here to find out about the Handheld war. If you were you would know that I've never been defeated in battle.

*As funkstar falls to the ground, the bottle of Phoinix Down breaks, bringing him back to life.*

Now why the heck would I want a disco ball anyway? I'm funkstar, I have all that stuff. I'm still working for throo.

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*Brings back MHG as a Deadwoman*

Welcome to the dead side of things.

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How do I look?

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Not until tomorrow!

*fzzt*

*beep*

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*bides his time, watching the filthy humans' movements*

Fruity.

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You know BTG, for saying that you're going to stay out of this, you seem to be doing a lot right now...

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