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7/3/2025, 1:10:22 AM
[Kengan Ashura redux]
Previously on Double Dragon Fighter: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95933387/#95957334
There were a lot of things that could be said about Luohan. He was a coldblooded murderer. The scourge of corporate Japan. But one thing he was not, was a quitter. Even if he had to resort to the martial arts equivalent of sissy hypno and gooning to accomplish his nebulously evil goals.
“WOW WHAT IS THIS FEELING!” he shrieked, as Shen looked mildly surprised by Luohan actually being able to stand and trade with him. “FEELS LIKE FUCKIN SHIT MY MAN OH DAMN I’M TRIPPING BALLS”
“Huh, that is pretty weird” he mused as with one kick he sent Luohan flying into a building, utterly demolishing the walls and caving in the roof. “You should be dead-no, vapourised by now. These techniques should be way beyond your power. What’s with you? It’s almost like…oh”
Shen stared off into space as suddenly, without warning, his alter personality took over. “Oh. It’s you” he said blankly.
The Tiger stared blankly into space. “Ah. Aaaaah. Argh” he said. “You gotta go limp in the lips and disperse the sonic energy from your lungs to speak” I clarified. “Awwyeah? Uh-huh. Hey, thanks for that” he said with a somehow even more stoic expression locking into place. “Anyway, my work here is done”
“But you haven’t actually done anything”
“Nevertheless” he said, simply refusing to explain while he left.
Luohan stared up at the sky, blood pouring down his face as he sprawled out on the ground as even the will to lift his broken body from the ground was plainly beaten out of him. His expensive suit shredded to rags, and a hole punched through the concrete walls behind him. Tiger Niko, his first and last ally, was bawling like a little girl in the corner, having long succumbed to PTSD. The unfun panic attack kind of PTSD, not the Rambo kind.
And taking stock of all this, he shouted “AHAHA YES, JUST AS PLANNED!”
Previously on Double Dragon Fighter: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95933387/#95957334
There were a lot of things that could be said about Luohan. He was a coldblooded murderer. The scourge of corporate Japan. But one thing he was not, was a quitter. Even if he had to resort to the martial arts equivalent of sissy hypno and gooning to accomplish his nebulously evil goals.
“WOW WHAT IS THIS FEELING!” he shrieked, as Shen looked mildly surprised by Luohan actually being able to stand and trade with him. “FEELS LIKE FUCKIN SHIT MY MAN OH DAMN I’M TRIPPING BALLS”
“Huh, that is pretty weird” he mused as with one kick he sent Luohan flying into a building, utterly demolishing the walls and caving in the roof. “You should be dead-no, vapourised by now. These techniques should be way beyond your power. What’s with you? It’s almost like…oh”
Shen stared off into space as suddenly, without warning, his alter personality took over. “Oh. It’s you” he said blankly.
The Tiger stared blankly into space. “Ah. Aaaaah. Argh” he said. “You gotta go limp in the lips and disperse the sonic energy from your lungs to speak” I clarified. “Awwyeah? Uh-huh. Hey, thanks for that” he said with a somehow even more stoic expression locking into place. “Anyway, my work here is done”
“But you haven’t actually done anything”
“Nevertheless” he said, simply refusing to explain while he left.
Luohan stared up at the sky, blood pouring down his face as he sprawled out on the ground as even the will to lift his broken body from the ground was plainly beaten out of him. His expensive suit shredded to rags, and a hole punched through the concrete walls behind him. Tiger Niko, his first and last ally, was bawling like a little girl in the corner, having long succumbed to PTSD. The unfun panic attack kind of PTSD, not the Rambo kind.
And taking stock of all this, he shouted “AHAHA YES, JUST AS PLANNED!”
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