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It is with Heavy heart I hang up my balisong and pick up some boxing gloves.
Upon the revelation that the new dabes class known as the "Heavy Weapons Guy" has not 100, not 200, but 300 health; I move on to greener less, squishy pastures.
No longer am I the Bakestayber of the division. I will forge through and hopefully be known as "The Man of A Million Boolets."
Cry not for what was, but cheer for what will be.
What will be, you ask?
Your impending and sudden doom as I round a corner and riddle your body with two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute.
Thank you all. Hev nice day.
Upon the revelation that the new dabes class known as the "Heavy Weapons Guy" has not 100, not 200, but 300 health; I move on to greener less, squishy pastures.
No longer am I the Bakestayber of the division. I will forge through and hopefully be known as "The Man of A Million Boolets."
Cry not for what was, but cheer for what will be.
What will be, you ask?
Your impending and sudden doom as I round a corner and riddle your body with two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute.
Thank you all. Hev nice day.















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