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tank_rockarmsMy name's Maximilian Justice Powers, and I'm comin' clean. Don't think anybody here even knows my full name.
My dad died when I was 12 in a border skirmish with Blue Moon. My mom washed laundry for a living to support me and her. I was a crummy kid after my dad died, and I never did what my mom told me to do. I got into the wrong sorta people at school. I'm sorry I did that now, and I don't think I ever told her after I grew up. Army straightened me out when I was 16.
When I was 15 I used anabolic steroids for about a year, maybe a year and a half. I was a big, angry kid, they made me bigger and angrier. When I got into the army I had to get clean. Been clean ever since. But I always tell people I'm all natural. I am. But I wasn't always.
Killed three men when I was 17. I learned to stop countin' after that. But I'm probably directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths of hundreds of army men. I'll tell you it was for a good cause, that it was done in the defense of the people of Macroland and Omegaland. But I ain't gonna lie and tell you I ain't killed before. 'Cause I have.
My best friend Grit and I were in love with the same woman, Nell. She's now my boss. And she's married to my best friend. When she asked me if I was okay with her marryin' my best friend I lied and told her I was. I wasn't. When Grit asked me to be his best man I said I was happy for him. I wasn't. I sat there and I cried as I hugged him and told him I was happy for him when I wasn't. I think he knew, though. We both pretended it we both didn't know, though. Sometimes its hard to go back home and see them together.
One time for a week I was Green's Blastoise and another time for a week I was Bulba. If at some time you ever thought one of them was actin' weird for a week, it was probably 'cause we'd switched bodies. I guess that happens a lot here. But I didn't tell nobody when it happened to me.
If I ever told you somethin' that wasn't true, I'm sorry. If you want to ask me somethin' about me, now's your chance.
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We need to talk. You know why.
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My dad died when I was 12 in a border skirmish with Blue Moon. My mom washed laundry for a living to support me and her. I was a crummy kid after my dad died, and I never did what my mom told me to do. I got into the wrong sorta people at school. I'm sorry I did that now, and I don't think I ever told her after I grew up. Army straightened me out when I was 16.
When I was 15 I used anabolic steroids for about a year, maybe a year and a half. I was a big, angry kid, they made me bigger and angrier. When I got into the army I had to get clean. Been clean ever since. But I always tell people I'm all natural. I am. But I wasn't always.
Killed three men when I was 17. I learned to stop countin' after that. But I'm probably directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths of hundreds of army men. I'll tell you it was for a good cause, that it was done in the defense of the people of Macroland and Omegaland. But I ain't gonna lie and tell you I ain't killed before. 'Cause I have.
My best friend Grit and I were in love with the same woman, Nell. She's now my boss. And she's married to my best friend. When she asked me if I was okay with her marryin' my best friend I lied and told her I was. I wasn't. When Grit asked me to be his best man I said I was happy for him. I wasn't. I sat there and I cried as I hugged him and told him I was happy for him when I wasn't. I think he knew, though. We both pretended it we both didn't know, though. Sometimes its hard to go back home and see them together.
One time for a week I was Green's Blastoise and another time for a week I was Bulba. If at some time you ever thought one of them was actin' weird for a week, it was probably 'cause we'd switched bodies. I guess that happens a lot here. But I didn't tell nobody when it happened to me.
If I ever told you somethin' that wasn't true, I'm sorry. If you want to ask me somethin' about me, now's your chance.
[Private level 1 to Green]
We need to talk. You know why.
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Date: 2011-04-28 08:00 pm (UTC)There anything else you wanted to let me know, Max, or are we done with the chit-chat?
You really do not understand the deep-seated compulsion Max has to DO THINGS TO HELP, do you, Char?
Date: 2011-04-29 02:33 am (UTC)Yes, Char, I am gay. Gay for you.Unless you've got somethin' you want to get off your chest, I got what I need said said. ::Max bent down (with his knees, as he should, dear reader) to pick up the Sonny-Mo-esque weights from the ground where he'd left them when he knelt down to be punched, then jerked his head off to the side at a bunch of charts along a wall. One of them in particular was clearly marked, in Max's large, rather unrefined handwriting 'CHAR'::
Today's your shoulders/back/core day.
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Date: 2011-04-29 06:29 am (UTC)Oh Max, I always dreamed this day would come. Take me into your arms and never let me go.I got nothin' to add. Let's get started.