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Who would win in a fight?; Mea VS Topide
Topic Started: Jan 12 2008, 02:25:43 AM (529 Views)
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Jan 12 2008, 01:19 PM
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Jan 12 2008, 12:51 PM
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Jan 12 2008, 11:56 AM
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Jan 12 2008, 11:23 AM
Fire
Jan 12 2008, 10:54 AM
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Jan 12 2008, 10:14 AM
I think it'd be some Kill Bill shit right thurr,
They both asian, one by environment, one by blood.
So that means they both be kung foo masturs!
Mea's choice of weapon: Scythe, me thinks.
Topide's choice of weapon: Gotta be the Double Katana, because she's sly like that ^^

Mea, asian?

Dude, what the fuck?

He said by environment, which still doesn't make sense lol..

she lives in japan or some shit

She's still "half-asian" or something, according to her.


I'd see Mea just fucking demolishing everything. Like that wicked jump/flying shit you see in the movies, and like, walk through motherfucking walls and shit.

Then I'm half lol.fags. if shes half azn

Yup, makes sense.
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play it cool kiby

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Jan 12 2008, 11:56 AM
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Jan 12 2008, 11:23 AM
Fire
Jan 12 2008, 10:54 AM
Kc™
Jan 12 2008, 10:14 AM
I think it'd be some Kill Bill shit right thurr,
They both asian, one by environment, one by blood.
So that means they both be kung foo masturs!
Mea's choice of weapon: Scythe, me thinks.
Topide's choice of weapon: Gotta be the Double Katana, because she's sly like that ^^

Mea, asian?

Dude, what the fuck?

He said by environment, which still doesn't make sense lol..

she lives in japan or some shit

She's still "half-asian" or something, according to her.


I'd see Mea just fucking demolishing everything. Like that wicked jump/flying shit you see in the movies, and like, walk through motherfucking walls and shit.

Then I'm half lol.fags. if shes half azn

I love my censorship lol.
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Mea stood at the top of the steps to the mansion, katana in hand. It was a beautiful and lethal blade; the sharpest ever made. Ever since she would walk, she had been trained in the arts of combat by her father. Her family’s violent background seemed to be at odds with her life, which was relatively peaceful. Today that would change. Her opponent stood at the bottom of the sixteen steps. Topide wielded a katana as well, but it seemed not nearly as elite or quality as Mea’s. Her stance was a bit off too. The challenger raced up the steps and swung. Mea parried but was offset and taken aback by the ferocity of the strike. They exchanged several blows until Mea feinted towards the chest, knicked Topide’s thigh, and kicked her through the window.
Topide was sprawled on a myriad of broken glass. She heard a key being turned in the door and stood up quickly. The black-haired beauty gave her little time to recover, slicing up a storm. Topide was clipped twice, the shoulder and side. Their battle progressed farther into the house, through the foyer, the living room, and into the kitchen. Mea forced Topide back against the kitchen counter where the blonde managed to pull a nearby kitchen stool to he with her foot and kicked it at the aggressor. With no room to swing her blade, Topide snatched a potato peeler from the granite surface and in one motion rammed it into Mea’s forearm. However, she was unprepared for yet another kick, which sent the younger girl through the thin paper wall into the dining room.
Topide recovered and stood up on the banquet table she had landed on. The raven-haired opponent threw a wooden chair at her, which she deftly cut in half. The duel continued on the table, each forcing their nemesis back and forth along its length. Mea leapt to the chandelier. Topide followed suit, getting onto an adjacent one. They swung back and forth, taking stabs and slashes at each other. Topide’s started spinning the wrong way, swinging back towards Mea, back facing her. The older girl grinned triumphantly and swung; There was a crash and Topide felt a stringing line of pain from shoulder to hip instead of being cloven in two. Mea and her chandelier lay on the ground, its chain having broken off. Her katana lay five feet from her, giving Topide the chance to leap, her turn to try and strike a finishing blow. Mea’s feet were up in an instant, catching Topide full in the gut and driving the wind out of her. She rolled out of under the collapsing girl and scrambled for her own blade, limping from the fall. Snatching it and whirling around, she saw that her quarry had disappeared, leaving a trail of blood.
Mea tracked her to the master bedroom. There Topide stood, checking her back in the mirror. They were at it again in a heartbeat. Both receiving and inflicting minor wounds. Topide allowed herself to be forced over towards the fireplace, which was burning away merrily. She held the katana in one hand and grabbed the firepoker, battering at Mea’s steel relentlessly. Mea’s eyes widened as her katana was forced from her hand and kicked under the bed. Topide dropped the firepoker and thrust with all her might. A speeding katana, a spray of blood, and an excellent improvised bladestop by Mea. The sword was thrust half way through her palm. With a great deal of pain, she grasped it with the same hand and discarded Topide’s weapon. She was on the younger in a blink of an eye, pummeling her face, chest, and stomach. Mea hefted Topide and hurled her into the sink mirror, Topide landed back down on the impressive faucet, her back arching agonizingly. Too stunned to move, a red haze began to creep into her eyes, and all she felt was pain. Mea gently cradled her opponent’s form, laying her on the bed. Topide’s pleading eyes were begging her to put the ravaged girl out of her misery. Mea stroked her enemy’s hair and face. “I can make this a lot easier on both of us,” She cooed softly. Topide groaned in painful resignation as Mea straddled her friend and reached for her buttons on her bloodied blouse.
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the real question is who would win a fight
mea or me
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tl;dr

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wat?
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Jan 12 2008, 02:52 AM
It would be close. But in the end, Mea would strike Topide to the ground where she'd be subject to humiliation.

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tl;dr

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wat?

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Jan 12 2008, 03:36 PM
Mea stood at the top of the steps to the mansion, katana in hand. It was a beautiful and lethal blade; the sharpest ever made. Ever since she would walk, she had been trained in the arts of combat by her father. Her family’s violent background seemed to be at odds with her life, which was relatively peaceful. Today that would change. Her opponent stood at the bottom of the sixteen steps. Topide wielded a katana as well, but it seemed not nearly as elite or quality as Mea’s. Her stance was a bit off too. The challenger raced up the steps and swung. Mea parried but was offset and taken aback by the ferocity of the strike. They exchanged several blows until Mea feinted towards the chest, knicked Topide’s thigh, and kicked her through the window.
Topide was sprawled on a myriad of broken glass. She heard a key being turned in the door and stood up quickly. The black-haired beauty gave her little time to recover, slicing up a storm. Topide was clipped twice, the shoulder and side. Their battle progressed farther into the house, through the foyer, the living room, and into the kitchen. Mea forced Topide back against the kitchen counter where the blonde managed to pull a nearby kitchen stool to he with her foot and kicked it at the aggressor. With no room to swing her blade, Topide snatched a potato peeler from the granite surface and in one motion rammed it into Mea’s forearm. However, she was unprepared for yet another kick, which sent the younger girl through the thin paper wall into the dining room.
Topide recovered and stood up on the banquet table she had landed on. The raven-haired opponent threw a wooden chair at her, which she deftly cut in half. The duel continued on the table, each forcing their nemesis back and forth along its length. Mea leapt to the chandelier. Topide followed suit, getting onto an adjacent one. They swung back and forth, taking stabs and slashes at each other. Topide’s started spinning the wrong way, swinging back towards Mea, back facing her. The older girl grinned triumphantly and swung; There was a crash and Topide felt a stringing line of pain from shoulder to hip instead of being cloven in two. Mea and her chandelier lay on the ground, its chain having broken off. Her katana lay five feet from her, giving Topide the chance to leap, her turn to try and strike a finishing blow. Mea’s feet were up in an instant, catching Topide full in the gut and driving the wind out of her. She rolled out of under the collapsing girl and scrambled for her own blade, limping from the fall. Snatching it and whirling around, she saw that her quarry had disappeared, leaving a trail of blood.
Mea tracked her to the master bedroom. There Topide stood, checking her back in the mirror. They were at it again in a heartbeat. Both receiving and inflicting minor wounds. Topide allowed herself to be forced over towards the fireplace, which was burning away merrily. She held the katana in one hand and grabbed the firepoker, battering at Mea’s steel relentlessly. Mea’s eyes widened as her katana was forced from her hand and kicked under the bed. Topide dropped the firepoker and thrust with all her might. A speeding katana, a spray of blood, and an excellent improvised bladestop by Mea. The sword was thrust half way through her palm. With a great deal of pain, she grasped it with the same hand and discarded Topide’s weapon. She was on the younger in a blink of an eye, pummeling her face, chest, and stomach. Mea hefted Topide and hurled her into the sink mirror, Topide landed back down on the impressive faucet, her back arching agonizingly. Too stunned to move, a red haze began to creep into her eyes, and all she felt was pain. Mea gently cradled her opponent’s form, laying her on the bed. Topide’s pleading eyes were begging her to put the ravaged girl out of her misery. Mea stroked her enemy’s hair and face. “I can make this a lot easier on both of us,” She cooed softly. Topide groaned in painful resignation as Mea straddled her friend and reached for her buttons on her bloodied blouse.

wow that story was boring (joke) but u should of killed mea instead of letting her kill urself...

heres my version...

Toptide walked up too Mea and said bitch give me your money... Mea said no then toptide pulled out a 9mm and shot her in the head... then she shouted "Thats How We Do It In The Hood" then Toptide lived happily ever after...
:wub:

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A warning shot to the head.

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that just won the fight
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Toppy
Jan 12 2008, 03:36 PM
Mea stood at the top of the steps to the mansion, katana in hand.  It was a beautiful and lethal blade; the sharpest ever made.  Ever since she would walk, she had been trained in the arts of combat by her father.  Her family’s violent background seemed to be at odds with her life, which was relatively peaceful.  Today that would change.  Her opponent stood at the bottom of the sixteen steps.  Topide wielded a katana as well, but it seemed not nearly as elite or quality as Mea’s.  Her stance was a bit off too.  The challenger raced up the steps and swung.  Mea parried but was offset and taken aback by the ferocity of the strike.  They exchanged several blows until Mea feinted towards the chest, knicked Topide’s thigh, and kicked her through the window.
Topide was sprawled on a myriad of broken glass.  She heard a key being turned in the door and stood up quickly.  The black-haired beauty gave her little time to recover, slicing up a storm.  Topide was clipped twice, the shoulder and side.  Their battle progressed farther into the house, through the foyer, the living room, and into the kitchen.  Mea forced Topide back against the kitchen counter where the blonde managed to pull a nearby kitchen stool to he with her foot and kicked it at the aggressor.  With no room to swing her blade, Topide snatched a potato peeler from the granite surface and in one motion rammed it into Mea’s forearm.  However, she was unprepared for yet another kick, which sent the younger girl through the thin paper wall into the dining room. 
Topide recovered and stood up on the banquet table she had landed on.  The raven-haired opponent threw a wooden chair at her, which she deftly cut in half.  The duel continued on the table, each forcing their nemesis back and forth along its length.  Mea leapt to the chandelier.  Topide followed suit, getting onto an adjacent one.  They swung back and forth, taking stabs and slashes at each other.  Topide’s started spinning the wrong way, swinging back towards Mea, back facing her.  The older girl grinned triumphantly and swung; There was a crash and Topide felt a stringing line of pain from shoulder to hip instead of being cloven in two.  Mea and her chandelier lay on the ground, its chain having broken off.  Her katana lay five feet from her, giving Topide the chance to leap, her turn to try and strike a finishing blow.  Mea’s feet were up in an instant, catching Topide full in the gut and driving the wind out of her.  She rolled out of under the collapsing girl and scrambled for her own blade, limping from the fall.  Snatching it and whirling around, she saw that her quarry had disappeared, leaving a trail of blood.
Mea tracked her to the master bedroom.  There Topide stood, checking her back in the mirror.  They were at it again in a heartbeat.  Both receiving and inflicting minor wounds.  Topide allowed herself to be forced over towards the fireplace, which was burning away merrily.  She held the katana in one hand and grabbed the firepoker, battering at Mea’s steel relentlessly.  Mea’s eyes widened as her katana was forced from her hand and kicked under the bed.  Topide dropped the firepoker and thrust with all her might.  A speeding katana, a spray of blood, and an excellent improvised bladestop by Mea.  The sword was thrust half way through her palm.  With a great deal of pain, she grasped it with the same hand and discarded Topide’s weapon.  She was on the younger in a blink of an eye, pummeling her face, chest, and stomach.  Mea hefted Topide and hurled her into the sink mirror, Topide landed back down on the impressive faucet, her back arching agonizingly.  Too stunned to move, a red haze began to creep into her eyes, and all she felt was pain.  Mea gently cradled her opponent’s form, laying her on the bed.  Topide’s pleading eyes were begging her to put the ravaged girl out of her misery.  Mea stroked her enemy’s hair and face. “I can make this a lot easier on both of us,” She cooed softly.  Topide groaned in painful resignation as Mea straddled her friend and reached for her buttons on her bloodied blouse.

wow that story was boring (joke) but u should of killed mea instead of letting her kill urself...

heres my version...

Toptide walked up too Mea and said bitch give me your money... Mea said no then toptide pulled out a 9mm and shot her in the head... then she shouted "Thats How We Do It In The Hood" then Toptide lived happily ever after...
:wub:

You do realize they were about to scissor, not Mea killing Topide?

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Jan 12 2008, 03:36 PM
Mea stood at the top of the steps to the mansion, katana in hand.  It was a beautiful and lethal blade; the sharpest ever made.  Ever since she would walk, she had been trained in the arts of combat by her father.  Her family’s violent background seemed to be at odds with her life, which was relatively peaceful.  Today that would change.  Her opponent stood at the bottom of the sixteen steps.  Topide wielded a katana as well, but it seemed not nearly as elite or quality as Mea’s.  Her stance was a bit off too.  The challenger raced up the steps and swung.  Mea parried but was offset and taken aback by the ferocity of the strike.  They exchanged several blows until Mea feinted towards the chest, knicked Topide’s thigh, and kicked her through the window.
Topide was sprawled on a myriad of broken glass.  She heard a key being turned in the door and stood up quickly.  The black-haired beauty gave her little time to recover, slicing up a storm.  Topide was clipped twice, the shoulder and side.  Their battle progressed farther into the house, through the foyer, the living room, and into the kitchen.  Mea forced Topide back against the kitchen counter where the blonde managed to pull a nearby kitchen stool to he with her foot and kicked it at the aggressor.  With no room to swing her blade, Topide snatched a potato peeler from the granite surface and in one motion rammed it into Mea’s forearm.  However, she was unprepared for yet another kick, which sent the younger girl through the thin paper wall into the dining room. 
Topide recovered and stood up on the banquet table she had landed on.  The raven-haired opponent threw a wooden chair at her, which she deftly cut in half.  The duel continued on the table, each forcing their nemesis back and forth along its length.  Mea leapt to the chandelier.  Topide followed suit, getting onto an adjacent one.  They swung back and forth, taking stabs and slashes at each other.  Topide’s started spinning the wrong way, swinging back towards Mea, back facing her.  The older girl grinned triumphantly and swung; There was a crash and Topide felt a stringing line of pain from shoulder to hip instead of being cloven in two.  Mea and her chandelier lay on the ground, its chain having broken off.  Her katana lay five feet from her, giving Topide the chance to leap, her turn to try and strike a finishing blow.  Mea’s feet were up in an instant, catching Topide full in the gut and driving the wind out of her.  She rolled out of under the collapsing girl and scrambled for her own blade, limping from the fall.  Snatching it and whirling around, she saw that her quarry had disappeared, leaving a trail of blood.
Mea tracked her to the master bedroom.  There Topide stood, checking her back in the mirror.  They were at it again in a heartbeat.  Both receiving and inflicting minor wounds.  Topide allowed herself to be forced over towards the fireplace, which was burning away merrily.  She held the katana in one hand and grabbed the firepoker, battering at Mea’s steel relentlessly.  Mea’s eyes widened as her katana was forced from her hand and kicked under the bed.  Topide dropped the firepoker and thrust with all her might.  A speeding katana, a spray of blood, and an excellent improvised bladestop by Mea.  The sword was thrust half way through her palm.  With a great deal of pain, she grasped it with the same hand and discarded Topide’s weapon.  She was on the younger in a blink of an eye, pummeling her face, chest, and stomach.  Mea hefted Topide and hurled her into the sink mirror, Topide landed back down on the impressive faucet, her back arching agonizingly.  Too stunned to move, a red haze began to creep into her eyes, and all she felt was pain.  Mea gently cradled her opponent’s form, laying her on the bed.  Topide’s pleading eyes were begging her to put the ravaged girl out of her misery.  Mea stroked her enemy’s hair and face. “I can make this a lot easier on both of us,” She cooed softly.  Topide groaned in painful resignation as Mea straddled her friend and reached for her buttons on her bloodied blouse.

wow that story was boring (joke) but u should of killed mea instead of letting her kill urself...

heres my version...

Toptide walked up too Mea and said bitch give me your money... Mea said no then toptide pulled out a 9mm and shot her in the head... then she shouted "Thats How We Do It In The Hood" then Toptide lived happily ever after...
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Lol at your version Andy :o...
@Z3, he tends to call me that for some reason.
@Roll, who are you again =x? Ty ;o
@Narsil, o.ooo...
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Lol at your version Andy :o...
@Z3, he tends to call me that for some reason.
@Roll, who are you again =x?
@Narsil, o.ooo...

Don't deny it.

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Cmon topper. SEQUEL PLOX :phat:
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Cmon topper. SEQUEL PLOX :phat:

Erm.. mebe ._.
Narsil, :ghjjf:

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Lol at your version Andy :o...
@Z3, he tends to call me that for some reason.
@Roll, who are you again =x? Ty ;o
@Narsil, o.ooo...

roll is that ladies man who makes cocks out of cookie dough and dresses up in his sister's clothing.
jesus christ its a snail
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