>>6070912>>6070932...You've wasted enough time with these two. The flamefucker might have had a reason to not burn em in particularly to ASH, but they're CLEARLY FUCKING USELESS to you and Tony.
"Alright, I'm done. Fuck off. I'm leaving."
"W-what?"
"I SAID I'M FUCKING LEAVING, YOU SHITTY BRATS! GO CATCH A RIDE OUT OF TOWN OR GO DIE IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE, IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME!"
As you leave, you hear the two shitty brats start crying in relief that "Mean Ol' Mister Hardwood" left them alone and some sappy bullshit about never leaving each other. FUCKING SHITS, WHY THE HELL DID THEY EVEN JOIN A GANG IF THEY'RE THAT FUCKING COWARDLY!? UGH!
You make it back to base, and grab a good amount of men, and load up on weapons and ammunition. In particular, you grab the rest of the usual loadout, plus a few grenades, and instruct one of the Goons to pick up an old RPG that you SWEAR TO WHATEVER AFTERLIFE HE BELIEVES IN THAT YOU WILL RIP HIS BALLS OFF AND SHOVE THEM IN HIS SKULL IF HE FUCKS UP WITH IT. Your explosives and options for dealing with super-armor is... limited, but it'll have to do.
You make your way to the warehouse. As you pull up, you note the distinct glow of flames coming from the windows, and the raw heat that comes off of the building as immense. However, strangely, the structure itself seems to be totally fine. As you order you lackey's to open the warehouse doors and the rest of em level their weapons, a blast of heat comes out, followed shortly by the stench of cooked meat.
Sitting ontop a pile of flaming corpses is a bald albino man in a rusty looking set of power armor connected to a flamethower. His helmet is placed to the side. The rest of the warehouse is also full of piles of flaming corpses.
He grins as he looks at you and your men. His voice sounds like someone burned his throat shut, then cut it open with a rusty knife.
"Ahhh.... How wonderous, to see so many blessed by the lord and guarded against the unforgivable sin gathered in one place... I've been expecting you, Anon. You are even more blessed than I could have imagined! Come, let us talk, my little brother. Of our divine destinies. I wish you no harm, nor for you to abandon your other brother, only to discuss our purpose."
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>"Oh great, a religious shithead, you gonna start fucking buggin' me to go to church and turn myself in?!">*Play along* "Er- Yeah! Sure! My brother, let's go fuckin... purge some sinners!">"Alright then, start fuckin' talkin'.">"Yeah, no, fuck this." "OPEN FIRE!" "...heh, fire.">write inQM NOTE: I SWEAR THIS ISN'T A RANDOM GENRE SHIFT
