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Una historia random para un anime inventado igual de random.

 Hey muy buenas a todos, guapísimos aquí BBjaguargt, y estamos aquí listos para un relato extraño, o más bien bizarro...



Soy Nukem, Duke Nukem, una persona normal, vivo en la isla de Terraria, mido 1.80, tengo una dieta saludable, practico la pesca (y las artes oscuras), mi vida es casi ordinaria. Hago ejercicio todos los días con mi compañero y hermano, Chem. Duermo siempre a las 7.30 P.M y ydespierto a las 4:30 A.M, sin interrupciones, cómo un bebé. Soy un pacifista, pero si tuviera que luchar, no perdería contra nadie...


CAPÍTULO 1, LA INVASIÓN


Duke Nukem (sentado tranquilamente mientras pesca en un lago): ah, que tranquila está la tarde, las arpías vuelan, los dragones rugen, que pacífico panorama. Ojala fuera así todos los días.

(una fuerte explosión se escucha a la distancia, en dirección al hogar de Nukem)

Duke: y ahí está, vamos a ver que sucede.


(una figura sombría se arrastra por los restos de la casa de Nukem, ahora reducida a cenizas)


Duke (enfurecido): ¡QUE DEMONIOS ESTÁS HACIENDO AQUÍ, BESTIA!


Figura sombría: Hola, Nukem.


Duke (confundido): literalmente no te he visto en mi vida, además, !ARREGLA MI CASA, IDIOTA!

Figura sombría (quitándose su capa y capucha): No.


Duke: entonces, morirás con menos honor que el resto.


Figura sombría (ahora craftable-gamer): HAKAI-DANSU


(la invocación de stand de craftable-gamer causa que el pueblo donde Nuken vivía explotara, y se convirtiera en polvo)




Duke (extremadamente confundido y furioso): ¡¿QUÉ?!

craftable-gamer: es mi Stand, mi protector, por decirlo así. 


Duke (listo para luchar): No te va a proteger de mucho.


(Duke se lanza, y golpea a craftable, quien vuela lejos, pero rápidamente reacciona, hundiendo un cartucho prendido de dinamita en el pecho de Nukem, quién no pudo reaccionar a tiempo, aunque el ataque no perforó sus órganos, si lo daño bastante)


Duke (tosiendo): ¿es todo lo que tienes?, ni siuiera me hizo cosquillas


craftable: no, no es lo todo lo que tengo, pero gracias por preguntar. HAKAI-DANSU

(todas las explosiones del stand se concentraron en Duke. Y craftable, tras estar seguro de haber ganado, se retiró a su propia dimensión)

craftable: ahh! que bien, otro día otra vida arruinada, veamos quién sigue...


Duke: hey


craftable: ¡¡¡CÓMO RAYOS ESTÁS VIVO!!!

Duke: para la proxima, fijate en mi inventario (Duke procede a activar su stand)


craftable: ¡¡¡NO, IMPOSIBLE, SÓLO UN DIOS CONTARÍA CON UN STAND TAN PODEROSO!!!

Duke: ¿y quién te dijo que no soy uno?

craftable: ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!


(el stand de Duke destrozó a craftable a golpes, y destrozó su dimensión, dándole la lección de su vida)





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