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Name: COLD
Country: United States
State: New York
Birthday: 10/15/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Drawing, Painting, VideoGames, & WarHammer...
Expertise: Illustration, FineArt, Animation, ComicBooks, Movies, & VideoGames...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
4/1/2003
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| Its been four months since the hunt first began, my companion and I had traveled west and then south across desert. Week after week, month after month enduring its never ending cycle of scorching days and gelid nights, we have settled near the abandon railroad which no longer had a place in the world and began to divide whatever what was left of our pack rations and water. Unlike my myself, my companion had chosen a much more potent of a drink to bring to the journey. Copper Bone Wiskey was the name, not the best bottle that he ever had and yet hits in all the right places where it counts... well at least thats what he tells me, when ever he helps himself to the likening of the bottle. | | |
| He was an honest man you know, as simple as simple can be. Dr. Holtz was not only well known, he was great in his simplicity and an icon of the other great minds of his time. For he in his own right was a god himself, not my God but something like it. | | |
| I had asked him once he had any regrets of his existence and he and declined, for he said that he was portrayed under an image of a demigod, nothing more nothing less. He is a Banisher you see- model #B0010-subject (Hunter), a project of genuine perfection and human accomplishment. A bio-mecha automaton of artificial intelligence and human genetics , a product of the Holtz design named after the famous award winning Scientist, Engineer, Gear Master and above all else the father of the fifty-third century Dr. Murdock D. Holtz born on June 14, 5203 and deceased on Octorber 22, 5245 (I.M.E.). | | |
| Alright u motha' fwakas here is a little something from Es' private collection r u ready here it goes.....
Leaving the wastecities of my fellow clergymen we have come across the findings of an neglected train track stretching for miles and miles at a time, as far as the eye can see in the desert. Not knowing of its comings and goings or even where it begins or ends and yet, only existing in time. Who knows?... not I. For I' am a companion of the true traveler, and true hunter... a hunter like no other the great lands had ever seen. For he is of quality build, high grade manufactured and crafted from the finest gear masters and bio-genetic scientists of all "The Industrial Maquina Era" in which of course he is surely to be thankful for. | | |
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