enragedcombatant

[enragedcombatant]

*He looked at his own machete as he spoke,* "ME? OH, THIS IS JUST SOMETHING I'VE BEEN DOWNGRADED TO...I NORMALLY HAVE A MULTIPLE WEAPONS AT MY DISPLAY. BUT HERE I'VE BEEN REDUCED TO JUST A MACHETE AND AN OLD RACKY CHAINSAW." *Combat seemed annoyed at the fact he's been reduced to such weapons, but at the same time he appreciated such a challenge...*

"THEN AGAIN, I SUPPOSE THE HELL-HOLE I COME FROM, THINGS WERE WAY MORE RUTHLESS....YET DESPITE THE VIOLENCE, I ALWAYS FOUND MYSELF DRAWN TO THAT TOWER, THEN AGAIN MY FOOLISHNESS IS THE REASON I LOSS MY RIGHT ARM..." *He'd seemed to wrap his hand around the upper area of his prosthetic,* "THOUGH I MAY HAVE LOST SOMETHING, I'VE GAIN A STRENGTH GREATER THAN HE WOULD UNDERSTAND..."

+ Another Jason, specifically ‘The Butcheress’, appeared in sight. She eyed him with a wary glare, keeping a small distance between them. +

+ She held her cleaver ready if needed. +

“. . .”

{{ @forsakened-vanity-killer -🐐🥩 }}

*Combat took a notice to the presence as he spun around, he seemed to glare as his guard spiked up…then again, when was his guard ever down?*

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DO YOU REQUIRE SOMETHING FROM ME? BECAUSE IF SO, I AINT INTRESTED…”

*Hm, usual as always, he was being rather aggressive…it’s all he knows after all, the way of violence. Combat kept his eyes on her, watching every single movement as his prosthetic arm clicked slightly with each small movement.*

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*It seemed to click in Combat’s head as he then spoke,*

“OH, YOU EAT ROBLOXIANS…? THAT’S…”

*He seemed to pause, he wouldn’t personally eat any robloxians. But it was something he wasn’t used to hearing someone do, it was intriguing to Combat, after a bug of thinking he found his words,*

“THAT’S ACTUALLY…PRETTY KICK-ASS, SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING I HAVENT SEEN BEFORE. NOT EVEN FROM THE WORLD I COME FROM, YOU HAVE MY INTEREST AND RESPECT, BUTCHERESS…”

*His words were genuine, it’s been a bit since Combat ever had some sort of respect for another being, it almost reminded him of the more simpler times…Almost…*

+ Another Jason, specifically ‘The Butcheress’, appeared in sight. She eyed him with a wary glare, keeping a small distance between them. +

+ She held her cleaver ready if needed. +

“. . .”

{{ @forsakened-vanity-killer -🐐🥩 }}

*Combat took a notice to the presence as he spun around, he seemed to glare as his guard spiked up…then again, when was his guard ever down?*

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DO YOU REQUIRE SOMETHING FROM ME? BECAUSE IF SO, I AINT INTRESTED…”

*Hm, usual as always, he was being rather aggressive…it’s all he knows after all, the way of violence. Combat kept his eyes on her, watching every single movement as his prosthetic arm clicked slightly with each small movement.*

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“PROBALY NOT, BUT HEY…IT’S ALL ABOUT HOW YOU VIEW THINGS, RIGHT?”

*He’d laughed to himself slightly, god this guy’s mood switches so fast…how can someone be so angry yet so joyful…? Let alone the same time…??*

“BUT ANYWAYS ENOUGH ABOUT ME, WHO EXACTLY ARE YOU…?”

*Combat questioned, a slight tilt to his head as his words came out.*

“TSK, WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE? SOME JOKE OF A JASON? IT’S REALLY STARTING TO GET OUT OF HAND WITH EACH JASON THAT POPS UP…”

*Oh my, he seems…Angry? Curious? Confused..?? It’s quite hard to tell really…Maybe he is angry, or maybe that’s just the way he talks…*

[Geez! some one needs a chill pill..]

*Nun Jason muttered- or atleast what you could call as a muttered since he is using telepathy to speak..*

[and yes.. maybe i am a 'Joke of a Jason' if thats how you would call me..]

*They would add on, staring at you- maybe he was annoyed at you or something?*

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“OH PLEASE, I DONT NEED A CHILL PILL…THIS IS JUST HOW I AM…ALWAYS ANGRY AT SOMETHING!”

*Combat stated, he seemed to be proud? as he stated it too, was he really that happy to announce how he was always just miserably anger all the time? Probably not, but it’s hard to tell…*

“TSK, WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE? SOME JOKE OF A JASON? IT’S REALLY STARTING TO GET OUT OF HAND WITH EACH JASON THAT POPS UP…”

*Oh my, he seems…Angry? Curious? Confused..?? It’s quite hard to tell really…Maybe he is angry, or maybe that’s just the way he talks…*

[Geez! some one needs a chill pill..]

*Nun Jason muttered- or atleast what you could call as a muttered since he is using telepathy to speak..*

[and yes.. maybe i am a 'Joke of a Jason' if thats how you would call me..]

*They would add on, staring at you- maybe he was annoyed at you or something?*

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*Combat looked on with a confused look,* "WHAT'S SO FUNNY...?? IS IT NOT FOR ANIMALS..?" *He'd question, he didn't quite understand. Was there things he didn't know about her? Well actually, of course it'd be that. Combat doesn't know anything about her...*

+ Another Jason, specifically ‘The Butcheress’, appeared in sight. She eyed him with a wary glare, keeping a small distance between them. +

+ She held her cleaver ready if needed. +

“. . .”

{{ @forsakened-vanity-killer -🐐🥩 }}

*Combat took a notice to the presence as he spun around, he seemed to glare as his guard spiked up…then again, when was his guard ever down?*

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DO YOU REQUIRE SOMETHING FROM ME? BECAUSE IF SO, I AINT INTRESTED…”

*Hm, usual as always, he was being rather aggressive…it’s all he knows after all, the way of violence. Combat kept his eyes on her, watching every single movement as his prosthetic arm clicked slightly with each small movement.*

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*Combat's grip faltered, stumbling back slightly he'd hold his neck rubbing it in pain, shortly after he recovered from the blow, snapping his head over as Combat growled,* "YOU FUCKER..."

*He'd back up, before throwing his machete at the man, hoping to hit him....or at least something...HE COULDN'T LET THE KING GET AWAY....*

A rustle is heard inside one of the nearby cabins, a box falling and crashing, letting cans of bloxy cola fall onto the floor, the ringing and loud clanking sound accompanying a muffled and annoyed mumble, yet that voice, even while muffled is awfully familiar.

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*Combat was alerted to the noise as he glared slightly, he grabbed his machete from the tree he’d been making marks in,approaching the cabin as he entered, looking around for the cause of the noises source,*

“I DONT KNOW WHO’S IN HERE BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON…”

*Combat stated aloud, his hand gripping his weapon rather tightly, just in-case of course…But then again, this voice sounded familiar to him, he couldn’t quite tell why however…it puzzled him on the inside.*

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"NO, NO, NO...ME AND HIM ARE NOT ONE IN THIS REALM.....HE'S THE SINNER HERE, NOT ME....I WOULD NEVER KILL HER...I WOULD NEVER....I WOULD NEVER, I COULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER."

CAUSE I CAN??? This one LITERALLY KILLED HIS OWN MOM I dont support the murdering of mothers

"HE KILLED OUR MOM....IT WAS HIS FAULT WE EVEN JOINED THAT TOWER IN THE FIRST PLACE...IT'S ALL HIS FAULT....NOT MINE...."

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Bro you are being gaslit and manipulated left and right what the hell, what do they all want from you you were like 12

"I'M NOT SURE WHAT THEY WANT FROM ME....I'M STARTING TO BELEIVE I'M LOSING IT AGAIN....MAYBE THIS IS MOTHER'S WAY OF TORMENTING ME....THIS MUST BE HER DOING.....IT HAS TO BE...."

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CAUSE I CAN??? This one LITERALLY KILLED HIS OWN MOM I dont support the murdering of mothers

"HE KILLED OUR MOM....IT WAS HIS FAULT WE EVEN JOINED THAT TOWER IN THE FIRST PLACE...IT'S ALL HIS FAULT....NOT MINE...."

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Other anon why the hell would you ask that

“THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M SAYING, THEY HAD NO RIGHT OR REASON TO ASK THAT. I’M STILL ENRAGED THEY EVEN SAID IT….”

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Hows ur mom lil bro

*He'd seem to glare as he spoke with a grit to the "teeth", as his "face" scrunched up,* "DEAD."

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*Combat could just feel his anger getting stronger as he spoke, subconsciously walking forward, machete at his side as he was getting enraged...* "NO...I DON'T THINK I WILL APOLOGIZE....YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME BY THAT NAME..." *He'd grabbed The King by the collar of his shirt, he brought his blade to the man's throat as he glared* "WHAT'S STOPPING ME FROM KILLING YOU RIGHT NOW? WHY SHOULD I LET YOU LIVE...? " *Combat was fully enraged, he growled as he spoke, the intent to end The King's life, right here....right now...ever so strong*

A rustle is heard inside one of the nearby cabins, a box falling and crashing, letting cans of bloxy cola fall onto the floor, the ringing and loud clanking sound accompanying a muffled and annoyed mumble, yet that voice, even while muffled is awfully familiar.

- DOWN TO SIZE+ (@blogless-and-anonymous)

*Combat was alerted to the noise as he glared slightly, he grabbed his machete from the tree he’d been making marks in,approaching the cabin as he entered, looking around for the cause of the noises source,*

“I DONT KNOW WHO’S IN HERE BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON…”

*Combat stated aloud, his hand gripping his weapon rather tightly, just in-case of course…But then again, this voice sounded familiar to him, he couldn’t quite tell why however…it puzzled him on the inside.*

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"I'M HERE BECAUSE I TOOK A DEAL, I WANTED TO GET OUT OF THAT HELL OF A TOWER, YOU CREATED...." *Combat growled as he pointed his machete at The King,* "ARE YOU AWARE OF JUST HOW MUCH OF MY LIFE I SACRIFICED FOR YOU? EVERYTHING I DID TO PLEASE YOU? I KILLED MY OWN MOTHER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, I CAN BARLEY STAND LOOKING AT YOU....." *His voice, the way he spoke, all his bottled up anger was surfacing. It was like he wasn't controlling the words coming out of his own mouth, yet he was...*

A rustle is heard inside one of the nearby cabins, a box falling and crashing, letting cans of bloxy cola fall onto the floor, the ringing and loud clanking sound accompanying a muffled and annoyed mumble, yet that voice, even while muffled is awfully familiar.

- DOWN TO SIZE+ (@blogless-and-anonymous)

*Combat was alerted to the noise as he glared slightly, he grabbed his machete from the tree he’d been making marks in,approaching the cabin as he entered, looking around for the cause of the noises source,*

“I DONT KNOW WHO’S IN HERE BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON…”

*Combat stated aloud, his hand gripping his weapon rather tightly, just in-case of course…But then again, this voice sounded familiar to him, he couldn’t quite tell why however…it puzzled him on the inside.*

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*Combat seemed to grow timid as he realized who it was, as he spoke however, he seemed angry...yet confused at the same time,* "RESCUE PARTY? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT...." *Though his question quickly changed, his enraged flickering slight...* "WHY ARE YOU HERE....HOW ARE YOU HERE...?" *This wasn't how it was supposed to be, he took the specter's offer to get out of THAT hell...THAT HELL OF A TOWER....*

A rustle is heard inside one of the nearby cabins, a box falling and crashing, letting cans of bloxy cola fall onto the floor, the ringing and loud clanking sound accompanying a muffled and annoyed mumble, yet that voice, even while muffled is awfully familiar.

- DOWN TO SIZE+ (@blogless-and-anonymous)

*Combat was alerted to the noise as he glared slightly, he grabbed his machete from the tree he’d been making marks in,approaching the cabin as he entered, looking around for the cause of the noises source,*

“I DONT KNOW WHO’S IN HERE BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON…”

*Combat stated aloud, his hand gripping his weapon rather tightly, just in-case of course…But then again, this voice sounded familiar to him, he couldn’t quite tell why however…it puzzled him on the inside.*

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“I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON SOMETHING…”

*Combat responded, even at their…truce? He still seemed on edge,*

*He’d stay silent for a moment, he’s never actually talked to any other jason’s now that he thought about it, god what was he even supposed to say?*

“UHM, ANY REASON WITH THE CLEVER? I FEEL LIKE THAT WOULDN’T BE THE MOST EFFECTIVE WEAPON TO FIGHT PEOPLE WITH…ISNT THAT MORE FOR BUTCHERING ANIMALS..?”

+ Another Jason, specifically ‘The Butcheress’, appeared in sight. She eyed him with a wary glare, keeping a small distance between them. +

+ She held her cleaver ready if needed. +

“. . .”

{{ @forsakened-vanity-killer -🐐🥩 }}

*Combat took a notice to the presence as he spun around, he seemed to glare as his guard spiked up…then again, when was his guard ever down?*

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DO YOU REQUIRE SOMETHING FROM ME? BECAUSE IF SO, I AINT INTRESTED…”

*Hm, usual as always, he was being rather aggressive…it’s all he knows after all, the way of violence. Combat kept his eyes on her, watching every single movement as his prosthetic arm clicked slightly with each small movement.*

[enragedcombatant]

A rustle is heard inside one of the nearby cabins, a box falling and crashing, letting cans of bloxy cola fall onto the floor, the ringing and loud clanking sound accompanying a muffled and annoyed mumble, yet that voice, even while muffled is awfully familiar.

- DOWN TO SIZE+ (@blogless-and-anonymous)

*Combat was alerted to the noise as he glared slightly, he grabbed his machete from the tree he’d been making marks in,approaching the cabin as he entered, looking around for the cause of the noises source,*

“I DONT KNOW WHO’S IN HERE BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON…”

*Combat stated aloud, his hand gripping his weapon rather tightly, just in-case of course…But then again, this voice sounded familiar to him, he couldn’t quite tell why however…it puzzled him on the inside.*

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Jeez. Okay. I didn't know you were sooooo sensitive...

“WHY WOULDN’T I BE SENSITIVE TO THAT…I DESPISE THAT WORD…”

“I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER, BECAUSE I DONT…”