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Foot Elite
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Join Date: Oct 2002
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Mike
Michelangelo was on his way back home. He had only been walking for five minutes when he noticed something was amiss.
'What the hell? I'm not alone here.....' Suddenly, a large mutant wolf and mutant bear, both male, both sporting para-military garb and gear, faced down Mike. "Hey!" the wolf snarled to the bear, "look at that shrimp over there. He must be on Outlander... or a deserter!!" "Heh," the other one remarked, "either way, he's dead!!" Both mutants prepped up their rifles for firing. Mike grinned. "Not a very smart move, boys." "Hah! Like you're one to talk, shrimp!!" the bear roared. "Either one of us is over twice your size!!" "You say that like it matters." Michelangelo readied his hands by his nunchaku. "But if you guys insist......"
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"Ninpo began as training to become a moral people and to learn to endure in whatever social condition one is in; to know and accept one's fate, and to live for human beings and all other creatures. The person who masters all of these is a Ninja." (Masaaki Hatsumi) |
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