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Ghost Tank Offline
Registered but either hasn't added self to a roster yet or doesn't RP



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Hardcore, psycho fans

(cheered for breaking rules and bones; excessively violent; creative with weapons)


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04-10-2018, 01:18 AM



A flash of light appeared as the last thing GT saw, only to wake up with that previous memory. as the only thing in his head. Next thing he knew, he heard the sound of metal smacking against metal. Tank rose slowly, almost standing up only to fall down to his knees. He felt drugged, felt like he wasn't 100%. His eyesight blurred, then he heard someone talking.

Look. He's waking up. Get him ready.

Tank grumbled as he saw several men coming towards him, shackles readied, but one man held weapons.

You're to fight. But you're drugged so that you don't have an unfair advantage over everyone.

He dropped the weapons, and as he did so, he grabbed one of the falling weapons, and the weapon he could catch, was a dagger.

Looks like the Gods aren't exactly on your side.

Ghost Tank tried to fight, but he could only push one person away, with all the might left in him, before feeling tired again. The man flew and hit a wall, but his armor protected him from truly getting killed. His helmet and armor dented from the blow.

Now restrained, the man in charge handed GT the dagger, and soon the side of the wall opened up, and the scenery was flying by, indicating that whatever they were riding, was fast and high up. All of the men shoved Tank hard and he flew out of the vehicle, and went flying, immediately slamming into a tree branch, which pierced straight through the right side of his gut, narrowly missing vital internal organs. He roared out in anger and pain, and he would twist about, widening the branch hole, as he reached to the back of him, grabbing the branch and breaking it, before he shoved against the tree, and he began to fall, smacking branch after branch, before landing like a human sack of potatoes onto the forest ground. Soon he heard some yelling, a warcry, and it made Tank jump to his feet , wincing in pain. It seemed like a goddamn army of armored soldiers were descending upon him. His eyes still blurry, as they charged him, feeling spears, swords and axes cut his flesh. He let out a primal roar before he began to swing his dagger wildly, eventually stabbing someone in the neck, a one handed ax holder. He continued to slash wildly, only to grab the ax and looked at the men with crazy eyes, flashing with anger, pain and hate.


COME THE FUCK AT ME!

They all charged once more, but the more Tank became active, the less he felt the effects of the drug, and his blows started to connect some of the warriors, while they got more cuts and stabs in on him. A spear holder aimed to stab Tank in the gut, but at the moment he turned about in the middle of the fight, GT would feel the spear go straight through the existing hole made from the tree branch. He turned his head to look at the man, as the fighter tried to break free the spear from Tank's body. However, tank walked backwards with the man, never allowing him to pull the spear out. He let out another roar, and swung his hands outwards, and broke free the chain keeping his hands tied close together. He first threw the ax which hit a man square in the skull, splitting the helmet and head, open. The blood spilling out freely onto the ground.

He then grabbed the tip of the spear and yanked forward, and he soon felt the body of the startled fighter fling into him, his other hand still holding the dagger, swung up over his shoulder and stabbed the man straight through the eye, and deep enough to slice through the man's brain. The warrior slumped to the ground, and Tank pulled the spear completely out of him. He bent down, dropping the dagger. With bleeding hands, he gripped the chains connecting the iron bindings together, and ripped it free.

The caged beast, now loose. His strength returning, his vision no longer blurry. His sickening grin revealed to his enemies. Tank dashed forward, leaning down just enough as he ran, spinning around as he grabs the ax handle and yanked it free. However, it didn't stay in his hand, as he threw it immediately into the chest of another armored foe. He rushed another spearman, feeling the blade penetrate his left shoulder, but the momentum caused the man to fly hard and fast into a tree, killing him upon impact from the powerful frame of GT smacking into his.

Ghost Tank stood tall, turning his head to look at the spear forced through his left shoulder. He then turned around, facing what is left of the party, and began to pull out, slowly, the spear. He smirked at them,


Pray to your deities for mercy. For this Beast, knows none.
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