Today Charlie Kirk was shot to death at Utah University. I’m deeply saddened and I pray for his family.
It doesn’t matter what your political views are. This was an assassination, murder, of a man with a FAMILY. If you cannot differentiate that, there is something very and deeply wrong with you.
Political violence is not justified, period, plain and simple.
Thank you to the HEROS who bled and gave their very last for this country for without them there would be no United States Of America. They helped shape who we are and what we stand for as a NATION.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America, and to the republic for which it stands. One Nation. Under God. Indivisible. With Liberty. And Justice. For All.
1: Tharius “Crosshair” Claven. Recently finding himself in Japan after escaping from a underwater black site located exactly •••[[[DATA DESTROYED]]]••• Miles/Kilometers under the ocean. He looks for a new life only to be disgusted by humans. Tharius is a former member of the Black Flagged Army. A mercenary group so large it could conquer the earth in just a few days and more without losing more than 3 men/women.
People may get confused about Tharius’s dislike for humans. But he is a genetically modified human and is far more intelligent, resilient, and durable than any human. Like most of his kind, he finds humans expendable.
Race: Astarte’s (inspired by Warhammer)
Height: 7’2
Weight: 772lbs (350kg)
Eyecolor: Yellowish Green.
Commander: Austin “Mr. Black” Aleksandrov.
Regiment: Black Legion “Cerberus Sons”
Rank: Lieutenant
Nationality: English/American
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2:Gadriel “Bull” Rankor. Bull referring to Gadriel’s short temper. Like Tharius and the rest of his Legion, he suffers from immense anger, psychosis and severe hunger for human blood due to someone messing up the gene seed. (These have died down over the years) Gadriel currently is in a mental institution due to outbreaks of his condition.
Regiment: Black Legion “Cerberus Sons”
Height: 7’0
Weight: 800lbs.
Eyecolor: Reddish Yellow.
Nationality: American
Race: Astarte’s
Rank: Battle Brother.
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3: Lucian “Barbarian” Valora: Presumed dead, Lucian is in a mental asylum in Japan. Lucian as a young child was shot in the torso and leg with a shotgun by his father. Being one of only 4 survivors of his 10 siblings. Lucian after that. Stumbled across a gate, soldiers saw his condition and brought him in. Creating his now war machine modified body. Lucian’s actual name is Atom however he doesn’t like it because it reminds him of his childhood..and father screaming his name. Lucian later fought in Ukraine under the Black Flagged Army, only he entered the Honor Guard, the most intelligent unit of them all. •••[DATA LOST]•••
1: Eero “Eon” Vaquero: “Eon” Used as a teasing term from his daughter Angie because of him aging. Eero was one of if not the most destructive Vaquero’s to ever live, catching the eye of Lucifer instantly and moving up the ranks as eventually being a Warlord/General. They immediately took action over this and took over regions of hell swiftly with brutal force, destroying civilizations that once lived in hell. Eero eventually became Lucifers right hand man. He was looked up upon by every Vaquero, catching the eye of Cesar Vaquero, Eero soon became his mentor and father figure.
The downfall: Eero becoming impatient wanted a new challenge, looking all over but found none as he slayed earths “hero’s”….until…he was marching along the silent foggy and bloody morning of the Russia/Ukraine war in the early 2010’s. He met a young-ish soldier….a 6’4-5 Ukrainian. A cold stare the brave Ukrainian gave at Eero. No fear in the slightest. Eero came closer as the Ukrainian pulled a large bayonet out of a Russian super soldiers decapitated head. Eero smirked to himself examining the man….it turned out to be..could it be?..No but he’s just a myth? He went by so many nicknames, Beast, Apocalypse…if you named them all you would be standing for ages..but as fellow comarads knew him…Boris..Aleksandrov. Boris eyed Eero “Identify yourself”
Eero responded back with an arrogant smirk, “Finally…the man I’ve been training my entire life for…maybe I could be challenged he-“
Boris struck the man with his rifle, sending him to the floor instantly.
Eero responded back with both of his feet to the big man’s face, sending Boris into the mud, “BLYAT!” Boris yelled as he held his now bleeding nose, Boris wasn’t used to even being remotely challenged by anyone. However Boris wasn’t worried, in fact, he didn’t give 2 fucks. Boris grabbed the man by his neck, lifting Eero into the air and planting him into the mud below. Sending fist after fist after fist into the man’s torso and face. All of a sudden a burst of energy hit Boris into the torso, launching him about 15 feet into the air, Eero kicked the mud behind him shooting into the air, kicking Boris in the stomach, a knee to the jaw, then swiftly sent an elbow into the back of his head, he hovered keeping Boris into the air, sending a back kick into his solar plexus and sending Boris into a trench below, causing a crater.
“tsk tsk…embarrassing Eero. You’ve let yourself fall for your love for a challenge. Shame. You’re a great warrior though “BORIS”. He formed his energy sword, as Boris crawled from the trench on his hands and knees, stunned. Eero confidently put the energy sword to his nape, raising it up and swinging down….the sword stopped..forcefully…Boris had caught the energy sword with his bare hands…this wasn’t possible? How? Eero thought to himself. Boris pulled the sword down, sending a fist into Eeros jaw, now grabbing his neck with the same hand, ripping the sword from Eero’s other. He began to choke the man in a rage, however Eero kicked him off, he spat at Boris “FUCKER-“ Boris sent a fist into his nose again.
Boris examined the sword. “Unimpressive, my unborn child could make more impressive items” he threw the energy sword into the mud below.
Eero balled his fists, giant energy bursts going around his fists up to his elbows, “RAAAGHH” he yelled as he slammed them both into Boris’s-..forearm…
“Really? Threaten me would you?” Boris exclaimed as he effortlessly slammed his left fist into his temple. Now his right elbow into his cheekbone, now sending a knee into his gut, now sending a swinging kick into his ribcage as Eero stumbled trying to get away, “Not so fast little devil” he ran at Eero full speed, delivering a flying knee to his cheekbone again, causing a shockwave. He then ducked under as he then swiftly kicked eero’s knee out,
“YOU SLAVIC FUCK-“ Eero yelled in rage as Boris then sent an uppercut under his jaw, sending Eero to the floor. “So angry” Boris said ever so calmly as he send a boot to eero’s forehead. He then mounted Eero. He sent fist after fist again into his face, resuming from the start. Eero’s eyes quickly charged, sending an energy pulse into Boris’s face directly, barely missing his eyes. Boris flew back, landing on his back, holing his face as it was severely burned. Boris took his canteen, pouring the water slowly onto his face, stunned in the moment, not thinking about the possible threat a few feet away. “BLYAT..” he blurted as this caused pain but prevented Boris’s face later on from being disfigured in any way.
“I know all about you” Eero confidently spoke. “So called “apocalypse” yet all I see is a bitch”
“You talk too much” Boris sent both of his feet into Eero- Eero sidestepped
“No, we don’t do that here, try again maybe you’ll get better..”
“Say, how’s that..hmmm…whore of yours?”
“. . .” Boris stayed silent
“Oh right, probably fucking 5 different men back home, disgraceful isn’t it…?” “Afterwards I’m going to pay her a visi-“ Boris…snapped.
He gripped Eero’s shin and thigh. Literally breaking it with his hands as he then dug his nails into Eero’s cheek, driving them down his face and eye, as blood shot to the mud below, Boris pulled Eero down, as he began relentlessly beating him with his fist, nails, elbows and forearms. Non stop for a solid 5 minutes before taking a 2 second breather as Eero grabbed his forearm pulling it down- Boris grabbed the same arm of Eero’s, pulling it into a swift reverse armbar motion, snapping his arm. “RAGH-“ Eero yelped, in trouble as Boris stood up, driving his foot into his face, driving it into the mud.
Eero laughed a little, “Is that the best you got-“
Boris gripped his head, slamming it onto the ground. “SON…OF..A…BITCH” he repeated this, over and over, blood shooting on Boris’s shirt and face, Boris did this until he could no longer. Boris stared down at Eero as he gurgled on his own blood. “…”
“d..do it…you won’t…”
“….” He picked up a large rock beside them, more of a piece of concrete rubble. He rose the piece until tossing it aside.
“You aren’t worth the blood on my hands, I’m sparing you, so you can go to hell, and tell every fucker there to leave my family be, or the SAME THING, WILL HAPPEN TO THEM?, DO YOU UNDERSTAND???!?!??”
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Today Charlie Kirk was shot to death at Utah University. I’m deeply saddened and I pray for his family.
It doesn’t matter what your political views are. This was an assassination, murder, of a man with a FAMILY. If you cannot differentiate that, there is something very and deeply wrong with you.
Political violence is not justified, period, plain and simple.
Rest in peace, Charlie Kirk.
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Happy pride month guys!!! Here’s a real flag for ya!
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Thank you to the HEROS who bled and gave their very last for this country for without them there would be no United States Of America. They helped shape who we are and what we stand for as a NATION.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America, and to the republic for which it stands. One Nation. Under God. Indivisible. With Liberty. And Justice. For All.
God bless America.
USA on top ALWAYS and FOREVER. 🇺🇸 🦅 ✝️
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1: Tharius “Crosshair” Claven. Recently finding himself in Japan after escaping from a underwater black site located exactly
•••[[[DATA DESTROYED]]]••• Miles/Kilometers under the ocean. He looks for a new life only to be disgusted by humans. Tharius is a former member of the Black Flagged Army. A mercenary group so large it could conquer the earth in just a few days and more without losing more than 3 men/women.
People may get confused about Tharius’s dislike for humans. But he is a genetically modified human and is far more intelligent, resilient, and durable than any human. Like most of his kind, he finds humans expendable.
Race: Astarte’s (inspired by Warhammer)
Height: 7’2
Weight: 772lbs (350kg)
Eyecolor: Yellowish Green.
Commander: Austin “Mr. Black” Aleksandrov.
Regiment: Black Legion “Cerberus Sons”
Rank: Lieutenant
Nationality: English/American
————————————————————————
2:Gadriel “Bull” Rankor. Bull referring to Gadriel’s short temper. Like Tharius and the rest of his Legion, he suffers from immense anger, psychosis and severe hunger for human blood due to someone messing up the gene seed. (These have died down over the years) Gadriel currently is in a mental institution due to outbreaks of his condition.
Regiment: Black Legion “Cerberus Sons”
Height: 7’0
Weight: 800lbs.
Eyecolor: Reddish Yellow.
Nationality: American
Race: Astarte’s
Rank: Battle Brother.
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3: Lucian “Barbarian” Valora: Presumed dead, Lucian is in a mental asylum in Japan. Lucian as a young child was shot in the torso and leg with a shotgun by his father. Being one of only 4 survivors of his 10 siblings. Lucian after that. Stumbled across a gate, soldiers saw his condition and brought him in. Creating his now war machine modified body. Lucian’s actual name is Atom however he doesn’t like it because it reminds him of his childhood..and father screaming his name. Lucian later fought in Ukraine under the Black Flagged Army, only he entered the Honor Guard, the most intelligent unit of them all. •••[DATA LOST]•••
Eyecolor: Dark Blue and Green.
Height: 6’7 (7’4 with armor)
Legion: The Honor Guard “Gold Standard”
Nationality: Greek.
Commander: Tricus Barranger.
Rank: Legion Leader
Race: Primarus.
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Rate?
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DID YOU AMERICA TODAY??????
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DEMOCRACY!!!
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.380 and 9mm casings I shot with my Uncle Jason. Always fun. + Catfish pond/farm.
North Ssippy’ 🤘🏻
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1: Eero “Eon” Vaquero: “Eon” Used as a teasing term from his daughter Angie because of him aging. Eero was one of if not the most destructive Vaquero’s to ever live, catching the eye of Lucifer instantly and moving up the ranks as eventually being a Warlord/General. They immediately took action over this and took over regions of hell swiftly with brutal force, destroying civilizations that once lived in hell. Eero eventually became Lucifers right hand man. He was looked up upon by every Vaquero, catching the eye of Cesar Vaquero, Eero soon became his mentor and father figure.
The downfall: Eero becoming impatient wanted a new challenge, looking all over but found none as he slayed earths “hero’s”….until…he was marching along the silent foggy and bloody morning of the Russia/Ukraine war in the early 2010’s. He met a young-ish soldier….a 6’4-5 Ukrainian. A cold stare the brave Ukrainian gave at Eero. No fear in the slightest. Eero came closer as the Ukrainian pulled a large bayonet out of a Russian super soldiers decapitated head. Eero smirked to himself examining the man….it turned out to be..could it be?..No but he’s just a myth? He went by so many nicknames, Beast, Apocalypse…if you named them all you would be standing for ages..but as fellow comarads knew him…Boris..Aleksandrov. Boris eyed Eero “Identify yourself”
Eero responded back with an arrogant smirk, “Finally…the man I’ve been training my entire life for…maybe I could be challenged he-“
Boris struck the man with his rifle, sending him to the floor instantly.
Eero responded back with both of his feet to the big man’s face, sending Boris into the mud, “BLYAT!” Boris yelled as he held his now bleeding nose, Boris wasn’t used to even being remotely challenged by anyone. However Boris wasn’t worried, in fact, he didn’t give 2 fucks. Boris grabbed the man by his neck, lifting Eero into the air and planting him into the mud below. Sending fist after fist after fist into the man’s torso and face. All of a sudden a burst of energy hit Boris into the torso, launching him about 15 feet into the air, Eero kicked the mud behind him shooting into the air, kicking Boris in the stomach, a knee to the jaw, then swiftly sent an elbow into the back of his head, he hovered keeping Boris into the air, sending a back kick into his solar plexus and sending Boris into a trench below, causing a crater.
“tsk tsk…embarrassing Eero. You’ve let yourself fall for your love for a challenge. Shame. You’re a great warrior though “BORIS”. He formed his energy sword, as Boris crawled from the trench on his hands and knees, stunned. Eero confidently put the energy sword to his nape, raising it up and swinging down….the sword stopped..forcefully…Boris had caught the energy sword with his bare hands…this wasn’t possible? How? Eero thought to himself. Boris pulled the sword down, sending a fist into Eeros jaw, now grabbing his neck with the same hand, ripping the sword from Eero’s other. He began to choke the man in a rage, however Eero kicked him off, he spat at Boris “FUCKER-“ Boris sent a fist into his nose again.
Boris examined the sword. “Unimpressive, my unborn child could make more impressive items” he threw the energy sword into the mud below.
Eero balled his fists, giant energy bursts going around his fists up to his elbows, “RAAAGHH” he yelled as he slammed them both into Boris’s-..forearm…
“Really? Threaten me would you?” Boris exclaimed as he effortlessly slammed his left fist into his temple. Now his right elbow into his cheekbone, now sending a knee into his gut, now sending a swinging kick into his ribcage as Eero stumbled trying to get away, “Not so fast little devil” he ran at Eero full speed, delivering a flying knee to his cheekbone again, causing a shockwave. He then ducked under as he then swiftly kicked eero’s knee out,
“YOU SLAVIC FUCK-“ Eero yelled in rage as Boris then sent an uppercut under his jaw, sending Eero to the floor. “So angry” Boris said ever so calmly as he send a boot to eero’s forehead. He then mounted Eero. He sent fist after fist again into his face, resuming from the start. Eero’s eyes quickly charged, sending an energy pulse into Boris’s face directly, barely missing his eyes. Boris flew back, landing on his back, holing his face as it was severely burned. Boris took his canteen, pouring the water slowly onto his face, stunned in the moment, not thinking about the possible threat a few feet away. “BLYAT..” he blurted as this caused pain but prevented Boris’s face later on from being disfigured in any way.
“I know all about you” Eero confidently spoke. “So called “apocalypse” yet all I see is a bitch”
“You talk too much” Boris sent both of his feet into Eero- Eero sidestepped
“No, we don’t do that here, try again maybe you’ll get better..”
“Say, how’s that..hmmm…whore of yours?”
“. . .” Boris stayed silent
“Oh right, probably fucking 5 different men back home, disgraceful isn’t it…?” “Afterwards I’m going to pay her a visi-“ Boris…snapped.
He gripped Eero’s shin and thigh. Literally breaking it with his hands as he then dug his nails into Eero’s cheek, driving them down his face and eye, as blood shot to the mud below, Boris pulled Eero down, as he began relentlessly beating him with his fist, nails, elbows and forearms. Non stop for a solid 5 minutes before taking a 2 second breather as Eero grabbed his forearm pulling it down- Boris grabbed the same arm of Eero’s, pulling it into a swift reverse armbar motion, snapping his arm. “RAGH-“ Eero yelped, in trouble as Boris stood up, driving his foot into his face, driving it into the mud.
Eero laughed a little, “Is that the best you got-“
Boris gripped his head, slamming it onto the ground. “SON…OF..A…BITCH” he repeated this, over and over, blood shooting on Boris’s shirt and face, Boris did this until he could no longer. Boris stared down at Eero as he gurgled on his own blood. “…”
“d..do it…you won’t…”
“….” He picked up a large rock beside them, more of a piece of concrete rubble. He rose the piece until tossing it aside.
“You aren’t worth the blood on my hands, I’m sparing you, so you can go to hell, and tell every fucker there to leave my family be, or the SAME THING, WILL HAPPEN TO THEM?, DO YOU UNDERSTAND???!?!??”
“……I..” Eero slowly nodded.
And the rest is history I’m fucking tired. Night.
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