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(This is an RP blog for an OC Sniper for the TF2 fandom. I'm not hurting anyone by doing this, so I would ask that you do me the kindness of at least being semi-polite when trying to tell me that you have a problem with me.)

Name: A.J.

Age: Said to be eighteen, but it's likely that he lied.

Team: BLU

Class: Sniper-in-training. He's not a full-fledged Sniper yet. He still has a lot of work to do before he's as good as the pros.

Background: -coming soon; too tired to write it now-
askthedementedmedic
(I REQUIRE DOMINATION LINES 8D)

“(killing with melee weapon) *heavy breathing* I… am not… a NUMBER!”

“(after a headshot) Too bad that ain’t permanent, ya candyass!”

“Oi! Sixteen! How’d you like a nice new scar to match your other ones?!”

“I’ll see you in Hell, you fucking candyass!”

“(killing with submachine gun) *whimper* N-never get that close to me ever again, y-you fucking candyass!”

OOC: okay, these are lame. 8( Sorry.

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kingpyrojack: christian-brutal-sniper: this guy for president! ((THIS GUY..I watched this guy..that was the best 20mins of my day that day. Troll number one. And no one got pissy or mad…they just took him with a grain of salt and moved one.))

kingpyrojack:

christian-brutal-sniper:

this guy for president!

((THIS GUY..I watched this guy..that was the best 20mins of my day that day. Troll number one. And no one got pissy or mad…they just took him with a grain of salt and moved one.))

Describe the character you roleplay in one gif

kingpyrojack:

zehypocriticaloath:

zecuddlyblumedic:

thecoldblumedic:

Engel:

Ritter:

Jacob:

Played 76 times
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

grey-spy:

OKAY SO UH

I DID IT

askthedementedmedic
*the bullet travels right through his neck, he starts choking on his own blood, the bullet lodged in his throat somewhere. He falls to his knees, coughing up blood as it bubbles out of his mouth. His movement gets slower and slower and he stumbles onto the floor more. He looks up at the sniper, and gives him... a smile?... next stop for him was respon, and that is exactly where he woke up*

/He stares at Sigmund for a few minutes, trying to process what just happened./ … What…? /Kicks at the corpse./ … /GRINS. Kicks it again, as hard as he can./ HAH! HAHAHA! FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! /Cackles madly, unable to contain the joy he feels./ I fucking killed you! I KILLED YOU! Son of a bitch, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD! /He continues to laugh and kick at the corpse until his mind shifts back to its normal state. Only then does his expression change to one of utmost horror at the sight of the dead body in front of him./

… Fuck.

askthedementedmedic
*snarls and drops him* f-fiiicckk...

/As soon as Sigmund drops him, 27 grabs the gun he’d dropped only moments ago and points it at him./ … F-fuck you. /Pulls the trigger./

askthedementedmedic
How does Gordan know?

H-Hell if I know!

/Knees him in the groin with an excessive amount of force./

askthedementedmedic
oof- *snarls and crushes his neck in his hand* I /know/ you spilled.

/Grabs his wrist and digs his nails in deep./ H-how could you possibly know something l-like that?! I didn’t even t-tell anyone!

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