What would you do if someone ended your whole career?

 
Naru
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The Rage....
Right here.


 
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This is not the greatest sig in the world, no. This is just a tribute.
ooooooooooooooooooh?


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TUNNEL SNAKES RULE
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not kill her

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kill her


 
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Murder them?
Murder them.


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I neither fear, nor despise.
I'd laugh because they haven't ended much.


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I don't have a career. So you can't end it.


 
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If they managed to destroy my career then it means I've lost. I would proceed to kill myself.


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The angel agreed to trade a set of white wings for the head of another demon. Overjoyed, the demon killed one of his own and plucked the head right off its still-warm body.

The angel then led the demon to heaven, where he underwent centuries of the cruelest tortures imaginable. Finally, the pain was so great that he lost consciousness - at which point his dark wings turned the promised shade of white.
What career


 
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The Rage....
What career
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH


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"Ornate chandeliers suspended from a vaulted ceiling lit the spacious chamber; Jack tilted his gaze overhead and noticed how far away they were.  His thoughts wove around those bright lights, like a dance of ether masses spiraling in precious unison. Why must we try to clutch desperately for the mere threads of this world when we can clasp onto a tapestry of untold magnificence beyond this plane of existence?"
go into the woods, write morose poetry, challenge a bear to a fight and die gloriously