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Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 3, 2005 15:52:49 GMT
Tatooine had become Max's new home and he enjoyed the seclusion and privacey this desert covered world had to offer. People learned quickly to mind their own business round here or they found themselves on a one way trip to hell.
Max entered the Cantina and proceeded to head for the bar. The place was as it always had been, people drinking and talking. Bloodstains dotted the floor everywhere you looked, a brutal testament of how things were on this renegade planet ruled by The Hutts.
As Max sipped on his jawa juice he began planning his day, well what was left of it anyway. Max didn't care for light of day much as it didn't provide the comfort of the long shadows that Max called home. Soon the sun would begin to fall and the bright shinning sand would become a soft grey that was much easier on the eyes.
Perhaps he would visit the "Fight Club" tonight and get in a few rounds of practice with the locals...
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 4, 2005 0:03:36 GMT
*The champion was fierce, a giant of a man, weighing in at about 500 pounds, and about 7ft he smiled ackwardly as he sat along waiting for newcomers to show...*
*Darius walked along the city streets, wearing a bright red jump suit. He had heard of these games, and wanted to test the best bar brawlers tattoine had to offer. Maybe he'd even have soem fun.*
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