Bby, that sounds like fucking paradise. Gimme the box!
You are given a choice to go to Mars and escape Earth's imminent destruction at the hands of bloodthirsty Gornak fleets... but during the trek through space, you have to listen to Rebbeca Black's Friday, non-stop, on repeat.
WAT DU U DEW!?
Blade drops into a defensive position as his next opponent rushes him, his will wavering slightly after having watched the man tank an attack that would have most likely killed him, if not sent him flying. Gripping the hilt of his weapon tightly and reassuring himself he had the upper hand, the...
Bun-Bun viciously latches onto Phadia's arm, with their current slave owner attempting to pry them off. "Bun-Bun, no! I can't afford another law suit..."
Blade goes to counter his enemies attack with the guard of his rapier, successfully repelling it back towards his attacker with a thrust in their direction, but his fingers still felt some of the blows force. Reeling back a few paces, Blade rushes the poster below, feinting yet another attack...
Blade cockily walked onto the battlefield, gripping the hilt of his etheral rapier loosely as he spun the weapon around, all the while whistling a peppy tune to himself. He wore a blue button down with a pair of pressed khakis and a pair of dress shoes, what would be common in a preppy private...