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"No, I cant just stand aside and watch, this is the chance I need. You can go on ahead, I'll catch you up, I've got the map remember?" he got out his pistols and checked the ammo, "Good" he said to himself. He took aim at Trent's head, with any luck he hadn't been spotted in the middle of the fight.

 

Troezen took shot at Trent's forhead, no one else was in the way, he fired two bullets - one from each gun.

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He got up. "I didn't come into this thing for a war, I'm more of an adventure gamer myself, my favorate is Monkey Island, ever play that?" he picked his gun up. "I am just keeping my word to Trent, I need to take him down." He tried to aim again, but Trent was moving too fast.

 

"Alright, go on ahead, I have something to do here." he said and he jumped up and landed in the middle of the fight, some of the katana masters had seen him, but Trent had not. He started shooting people in the group, he got one katana masters and five other guys. "I cant fight like this in such a confined space." he said to himself. He got out his sword and started to slice. Very soon, no one was left but Jokemaster and Tara, the Katana masters, him and Trent.

 

"Long time no see" he said to Trent, he put his sword away and reloaded his guns.

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"I made no truce!" he said to Trent, "You guys just walked off, I made no truce!"

 

He fired six bullets at Trent, three bullets from each gun. Four hit their target, the last two were a bit off target. Two hit Trent's chest, one his left arm and one his right hand.

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Troezen got up off the ground and turned around so his back was facing the katana masters - Troezen wondered how masterful they really were. He walked away breathing heavily. He said nothing to anyone, except for speaking to Jokemaster "I want my guns back"

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"Troezen, you have a major anger problem," Tara snapped. "Learn to control it before we all end up dead."

 

"Jokemaster," she continued, "don't give Troezen his guns until we reach the control room. Then, and only then am I willing to let him have them. Then, we'll need his good aim to disable the programmers."

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Trent took the bullets and then they fell out due to his godmodded healing, he then continued walking off with his group.

"do not worry trent, when we do finally face him, we will leave him to you."

"thank you." trent said then they started to run at full speed for they saw a small battle up ahead.

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Troezen waited until the katana masters had gone. "I know I have an anger problem, I have had one since i can remember, that's why I try to make so many jokes," he faced jokemaster "especially about your name, it helps keep me calm and happy." he looked into the horizon "But in here, it's hard, we are under so much pressure and I can't cope." he looked around at the landscape "I came here because i thought it would calm my nerves in here, I thought that it would be peaceful, but look how that worked out." He got his sword out its scabbard and threw it on the ground, then he climbed a tree, got to a middle branch and sat there.

 

He started to cry

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Trent jumped into the battle and sliced a head off then was met by another blade, they stood back, bowed and started to fight. they sliced anbd dodged and parried and then did more slicing he obviously had some training, trent watched as his group were also fighitng blade masters, they were locking in fierce combat, trent did a downward slash which was dodged, he came around with a mid section slice, it was blocked, he brought his blade up and made a cut in the man's face, trent took the chance he had, he brought his blade around and sliced off the man's head. trent's group did the same, then they continued killing the rest of the warriors.

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Troezen stayed in the tree for a while, he had listened to Jokemaster a minute before. He was considering the best way to phrase his answer.

 

"I..." he stopped,

 

"Please...." he stopped

 

He sighed, "Look," he said, "I've been pretty good with my temper uptil now." he explained "on a really bad day, I'd be worse than I am in here."

 

He got down from the tree. "You wonder why I'm such a good aim? I was a murderer." he said. "A mass murderer. I was in prison for three years, but I also had a good loyer, I had a life sentace scrapt, due to enough evidence, but I did it and that's the end of it. The reason for my kills? Let me guess? your thinking drugs? the mob? Well I was on drugs, but I didn't kill for that, and i was not in the mob, I just got so angry so quickly."

 

He leant against the tree.

 

The reason I wasn't killed before, is because I'm English and they don't have the death penalty." he said "mabey it would be better if they did, knowing some of the people I met on the inside. But we can't argue that, we've got work to do"

 

He got up and put his hand out for his gun, "now, I've confessed everything to you, I know I've got a problem, now what about my guns?"

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Tara remained silent for a moment. Then she nodded slowly.

 

"You've been through a lot in your life," she told Troezen. Then, her eyes dropped to the map. "We're not very far away from the central control room. When we are within sight of it, we'll let you have your weapons back. Is that fair?"

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(man, if i were you, i would kill the guy with his own guns, the phsyco :p)

 

Trent bowed to the dead as did his group, they sheather thier swords and went along.

 

they were walking in a narrow valley when 5 other katana masters walked up to them.

"Kiro Kintaru, how did i know." the leader of the gang said.

"Hatashi Kilnatsu it is a pleasure to see you too" the man beside trent said.

"hmm, you were a fool to leave us."

"you killed without honour, you killed for the sake of killing!"

"and what do you do!"

"we fight, for the sake of fighting, but you are a murderer" they argued. the man called Hatashi unsheathed his sword as did the rest of his group, Trent and his group unsheather thier swords and advanced, then were locking in fierce one on one combat with one form the other side.

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((Hey, the map was in my pocket! But whatever))

 

"I guess it's fair" he said. "I guess you can trust me less now than you could before." He looked at the map. "Just a thought. But, ummm...." he thought for a moment, "if there are programmers in there, wont they know all the secrates of the trade, I mean like making weapons appear from nowhere, super super strenth, changing the programe how and when they please - with out a ceneral computer? What chance do we really have against them. And don't give me any I used to be a programer ****, because if that's true, then why did you quit?"

 

He dived down on the ground and got his sword, he rolled and stood up. He was holding the sword and was facing Tara and Jokmaster.

 

"NO!" he said "I can't do this, I must'nt do this!"

 

Another voice came from him it was the same voice, yet abviously different "But they are lieing!, they are putting me into a trap! I must stop them!"

 

"NO!"

 

"YES!"

 

Troezen dropped the sword and fell on his knees holding his head.

 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He shouted, the noise echoed around several square miles.

 

He picked up his sword again and said "There was one useful thing that the programmer I met told me, if you commit suicide in here, you die, no godmode!"

 

He stabbed his chest and growned "That's one way to get rid of that monster" he fell on the floor, breathing - but just.

 

((No car control - I'm not dead yet!))

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Tara put one hand over her face. Nothing was going as she had hoped. First, Trent had run off with a group she had her doubts about. Now, Troezen had gone and stabbed himself. She sighed and turned to Jokemaster.

 

"Remove his sword and place the hilt in his hand," she said. "When that's done, we have to keep going."

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Trent was not having a hard time fighitng his enemy, it was just he was very defensive, it seemed everyone else was also equally matched.

 

after three hours they did not tire, instead the kept fighting, trent just got angry and rolled away and threw his sword at the man's head. not expecting this attack the man recieved the blade staright into his brain, and fell over and died, trent took his sword out and saw one enemy kill one of his group, trent an over to him and started fighting.

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Troezen was on the floor, Jokemaster put his sword back in his hand and his chest was bleeding. He stood up, his wound healed up within seconds. "That programmer said....." he stopped "he was lieing, wasn't he, like the programmers lie about everything. Look," he said to Jokemaster"take my weapons, I can't control myself and i don't want to risk hurting you. Your my only chance of getting out of here alive." he got his guns out of his belt and pockets and gave them to Jokemaster, "Only give them back to me when I really need it, I can fight with my fists well enough, so don't give them back to me too soon."

 

He started to follow Tara, "Now, on the the programmers HQ"

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