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#49
October 18th, 2007, 08:02 PM
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Re: hmm..
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want to read a good fanfic? read "after the swarm" and if you really liked that please read my sequal, after the swarm, fight for survival! both of these fanfics have action, dispair, adventure, and marro! it will be worth the read trust me on this one 
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#50
October 18th, 2007, 08:15 PM
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thus far, this would by my tourny army, if it was complete: DW 7000 DW 8000 DW 9000 Zettian Guards 1×Blastatrons
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#51
October 18th, 2007, 08:18 PM
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The user formerly known as Bloody the Marro Stinger!
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#52
October 18th, 2007, 08:20 PM
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#53
October 18th, 2007, 08:23 PM
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Unfortunately, they are pretty much useless without the Glads. If you want some Soulborg Gaurds, the Zetts are good. Your army has very little glyph grabbing potential, so naturally, the Deathreavers are good while still being Soulborgs. Marcu's just there because he feels like it.
The user formerly known as Bloody the Marro Stinger!
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#54
October 18th, 2007, 08:31 PM
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besides, who said anything about glyphs?
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October 18th, 2007, 08:32 PM
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The user formerly known as Bloody the Marro Stinger!
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October 18th, 2007, 08:39 PM
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October 18th, 2007, 09:13 PM
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I want a DW-based army BTW, 
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#58
October 23rd, 2007, 10:44 PM
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The other day I tried to vindicate dw7k against ranged squads, only to roll blanks on the 7 very early on...
Handle origin: I used to film comedy skits with my friends. I didn't want any cursing in them, so I made up new insults, like "dendrik". Then Sir Denrick came out, and the rest is history.
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#60
November 14th, 2007, 11:57 PM
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I recently wrote a short story for my Creative Writing class and I used Deathwalker 7000 as the main character, I originally posted it in the fan fiction section but nobody seems to read anything there so here it is in his book...
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I feel the spark of life flicker within myself as my various senses come online. Vibration…audio…textile…all functioning within acceptable parameters. Optical is last. The shielding over my optical sensor dilates allowing me to process my location and status. I am underground; this is the soulborg’s subterranean outpost that has been the staging area for our army’s most recent attacks. There is only one reason why I would have been activated now; I am needed to break through the humans’ defensive lines. I was once called a martyr, but that title no longer holds meaning. I am not of flesh any more, and my body has only just been refitted. I am suspended above the floor as the giant assembly arms that are docked to my shoulders download my mission directives. 1. Break through enemy defenses. 2. Eliminate “Titan.” Now I comprehend, the Titan has been laying waste to our ranks whenever our forces have broken through the initial enemy defenses. His presence cannot be defeated using conventional forces. My activation is required for success. The assembly arms detach from my shoulders letting me drop ten feet to the ground. A cloud of dust rises where my black steel feet strike the dirt. I rise from my kneeling position and begin my walk. Each step brings a metallic thump to my audio sensors. My walk is slow, methodical, and precise; never hesitating, never faltering, my walk is a continuous metallic thumping, not unlike the heart I once had. I reach the shaft leading to the outpost’s exit. Now the heartbeat that was my steps must stop. I stand, waiting patiently for my signal to “initiate mission.” My audio sensors detect the closing statements of the general’s speech. He is calling me his martyr, the instrument that will ensure our army’s victory this day. I was once called a martyr. The general’s speech ends and the subterranean outpost is filled with the echoes of a thousand warriors’ chants. My signal comes. I launch into a full sprint up the exit shaft. Dust trails behind me as the light at the end of the tunnel rushes closer and closer with each stride I make. The light fills my sensors and I crash through a camouflage of foliage into the thick forest brush that surrounds the enemy’s camp on its Southern side. I race north, crashing my slender 8ft tall steel body through branches and plant life like a bullet through paper. My navigational system plots my speed at just under 20 miles and hour. The edge of the forest draws near, I activate my SD system allowing me to detect any and all objects that move within a large radius around my chassis. I break the tree line. I’ve entered the fields of battle created by our enemy’s army and ours over the last few months. Where once stretched an endless plain of rolling hills and grass now stretched an endless plain of dirt and metal. The land was strewn with the shrapnel of bullets, swords, armor, and even the body parts of my fellow soulborgs. A siren wails in the distance, I’ve been spotted. My race is met by the countless sounds of beam rifles, short beams of blue light miss my body by inches burning small craters into the ground behind me as I leave a cloud of dirt in my wake. My speed is too great for them. In the distance I can identify two distinct lines of the enemy. The first line is one of humans; they hold large rifles but are waiting to fire. The second line comprises of tall white and blue soulborgs that continue to fire their beams of blue light with dangerous accuracy. As I draw closer to their ranks, my SD system’s ability to detect and automatically dodge their projectiles becomes more and more unreliable. My armor is growing hot from the countless pieces of lightning. Amidst the beams of lightning a tremendous and thunderous chain erupts from the lines and a great plume of gray smoke rises across it, the humans have fired their guns in one great volley. I twist in order to shield the thinner joints of my body as a wall of iron hail crashes against me. My armor is cracked and dented but my SD system has allowed me to avoid actual damage. The humans scramble to reload their weapons but I’ve closed the distance now and my speed does not change, I crash through several of the humans like tinfoil as my large bladed arms cut through their ranks as I run. Objective 1 completed The humans and soulborgs turn to fire at me from behind as I pass their primary defensive line. All that remains now is the Titan that has allied himself with our enemy. I must eliminate him or our army has no chance of capturing these fields. I see the enemy camp and its last line of defense, the Titan…the soulborg, Major Q9. He is twice my size and easily identified due to the two giant pieces of shoulder armor that rise up like towers on each side of his body. The grey steel of his chassis has proved nearly impenetrable to our forces attacks while the guns he wields as his arms have torn through our armies with ease. He will attempt to use them on me but my mission will succeed so long as my SD system can keep me from being hit by one of his weapons. His left arm fires a bolt of blue fire that narrowly misses me as I leap to the side mid-sprint. His primary canon will be too slow to stop me. His right arm rises and takes aim. I continue my run, only thirty more yards… The barrels of his right arm spin and a stream of superheated steel launches toward me tearing apart the ground as I approach. No choice…I leap towards my enemy, bladed arms outstretched as he cuts my body in half in mid air with his stream of bullets. I watch as the legs that carried me this far tumble and break against the ground sparking and burning. I feel no pain but my time is short as what’s left of my torso and arms slam into the titan lodging my right arm into his chest plate. His armor is damaged and I’ve closed to the closest possible proximity with my target. I send a signal to an isolated device within my chest cavity. I was once called a martyr… BOOM! ---- Let's all be honest here ----  ---- This is what you thought of when you saw my name wasn't it?
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