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Notably Dangerous Demo-Knight
(story is at the bottom :D)
I'm selling each full set of cards for 2 Refined each, regardless of which set it is. I'm selling individual cards for 2 scrap each, or exchanging them at 1:1, or 2:2, etc. The exchange costs 1 weapon for an exchange of any amount of cards. Each of my foils cost between one refined to four refined, or you can swap foils with me for your foil and the difference in metal (or I'll give you the difference). Backgrounds and emoticons vary from one scrap to two refined based on the rarity.
If you want to buy or exchange anything just friend me! :D
Full Sets
"'ello mate," Mundy barked.
A distinctly female voice, oddly clipped emanated from the phone. "This is your fault. I'm going to kill you. And all the cake is gone. You don't even care, do you?"
Mundy was a little worried, but decided to play it cool. "I'm sure I don't know wot you're talkin' about mate."
"Your entire life has been a mathematical error... a mathematical error I'm about to correct!"
"Uh..."
"I'll be honest. Killing you? Is going to be hard."
Then the line went dead, and Mundy let the phone fall to the table.
"Shit," Mundy said aloud. Then he went to bed.
At about 4 AM, Mundy was awoken by a lilting, robotic voice quietly echoing through his home.
"Is anyone there?"
Mundy knew it had something to do with the call he received the day before. Without a doubt. He slipped out of bed, and crept across his room to the closet. He fumbled his hand around in the shadows for a moment, then pulled out his kukri.
"Could you come over here?"
Mundy crouched in the corner and put his ear to the floor, but he couldn't hear anything so he got up again. He crept over to the door and peeked out into the hall. From the living room at the end of the hall he saw a red beam sweep across the doorway and he ducked back into the room, but he was too late.
"Hello friend."
Mundy looked around desperately for something that could gain him an advantage. Then he spotted the door. He climbed up onto the top of the door to crouch between the door and the ceiling, using his coat hooks on the wall. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, a white oval waddled in on three, pointy legs.
"Coming through."
As the turret waddled past him, Mundy dropped to the floor.
"There you are"
Mundy slashed at a leg, but his kukri just glanced off the hard metal. Even as he did this, the turret began hopping in place to turn around. In desperation, Mundy wrapped his arms around the base of the turret, heaved it up.
"Hey Hey Hey. Put me down."
Mundy carried the turret to his porch and threw it out into the darkness
The turret landed on the dry dirt with a thud, but Mundy was already on his way to his jeep, carrying his rifle from the porch. As he drove away, he could just make out the turret saying
"Searching..."
In three days of steady driving, Mundy made it to Sidney, where he planned to board the first commercial boat to anywhere by australia. His first stop was the shipyards, where he was told the next ship was leaving in a few hours, so he’d best find some cafe to relax at. So that’s what Mundy did. He hopped out of his car and left it on the dock with the keys on the seat, he wouldn’t need it anymore, and walked towards a line of shops that beckoned him with nice smells.
He wandered around the storefronts, examining the various pastries, coffees, teas, and sweets for sale, until he finally settled on an elephant ear. An actual elephant ear. it was from a poachers stall. Mundy went to sit at a table in front of a Starbucks, but got kicked out for his gross choice in food. Instead of the starbucks, he sat on a dirty crate full of rotten tomatoes overlooking the ocean. He was quite enjoying his elephant ear (it tasted like beef jerky), until his crate exploded, sending him crashing into the cobblestone sidewalk. The turret stood above him, and said “Gotcha.”
Mundy tried to snatch his kukri from his belt, but the turret slammed a foot into the kukri, shattering it as it said “Illegal Operation.” The turret leaned over Mundy and threateningly whispered, “I don’t blame you.” Mundy could hear the gun mechanism whirring into place, but before the turret could shoot, it flew off the cobblestone sidewalk and into the ocean. A huge, pretty fat, bald Russian guy stood over Mundy and asked in a thick accent, “You alright?” Mundy, still in shock, didn’t reply, so the Russian bent down, picked Mundy up and set him down on the table. “Vot vas that?” the Russian asked. Mundy, having regained the power of speech, said “no idea mate, but it’s after me.” The Russian looked a little concerned, but invited Mundy to join his group of large, domineering, smelly Russians lugging around huge suitcases shaped suspiciously like miniguns. Mundy felt that this was probably a good thing the was his life was going, so he decided to join them. As they walked away down the dock, Mundy in the center trying to understand all of the Russians asking him questions in impossibly thick accents, the turret waved it’s legs frantically in the water, trying to keep view of his prey, and said “Whyyyy…”
The Russians took Mundy to their private boat. It wasn’t anything particularly special, it was actually a rusty whaling rig, but they seemed to like it just fine. While cruising to their home in Petropavlovsk, Mundy tried to learn some things about his new found friend, at least his name. No such luck. The farthest he got in the name department was Heavy Weapons Guy. He did, however, find out what Heavy’s motto was: “Shooting Good.” Mundy figured as long as he was actually able to “shoot good,” that was no problem. The voyage was rather uneventful. Mundy was always a little on edge, he was slightly disturbed by how the turret had somehow managed to keep up with his jeep on it’s hoppy little legs. The Russians, however, seemed to think this was nothing out of the ordinary. They passed the time by playing poker, russian roulette jelly bean style, and having arm wrestling competitions. Mundy only ever played poker, he didn’t fancy getting on the bad side of this crowd. Over poker, Mundy and the Heavy seemed to forge a deep friendship, trading eachothers livelihoods in game after game. With the voyage drawing to an end(only a few days until they reached Petropavlovsk), Mundy and the Heavy stood alone on the deck at the rear of the ship, bouncing ideas off one another as to what they would do when they reached their destination. However, they were not as along as they thought. Just below the surface of the water, the turret sped along behind the boat, watching them with it’s single, red eye. As it watched them, it muttered “You’ve made your point.”
When the boat arrived in Petropavlovsk, everyone immediately dispersed into the town as they each had various debts to pay, beverages to drink, or people to meet. The Heavy invited Mundy to grab a drink in his favorite bar, and Mundy, having no idea where to go, gladly accepted. They trudged through the wet, muddy road towards the bar. When they arrived, it was to a state of complete discord. Heavy didn’t even seem to notice, he pushed open the doors, letting out angry yells, hearty laughs, the crash of breaking bottles, and general hubub. He strode through the crowd, parting the sea of drunk men like an ocean liner, with Mundy tagging along in his wake. When they got to the bar, Heavy ordered them his favorite drink: Samogon. They sat, drank, and discussed current events, mostly (note they are quite inebriated at this point) the Treaty of Perpetual Peace in Scotland, and how stupid it was. After a few minutes of discussing this, they were joined by a rowdy, one eyed man. They were having a great time bashing the treaty, until bullets rained down on the crowd of drunkards from the second floor landing. Heavy’s instincts were the only things that saved him. As soon as he heard the rapid “pop pop pop” of gunfire, he grabbed Mundy and his newfound companion and dropped to the floor under the bar, bringing them both with him. Once the gunfire finally ceased, nobody was left standing, the floor was carpeted in bodies. A voice from the balcony said “I’m afraid of heights.” It was quickly followed by “No hard feelings.” Mundy looked over at his buddies in disbelief and muttered “can you believe these wankers?” Heavy replied, “They must become dead.” and the one eyed man chimed in with “Aye… noone should be afraiddd of heightsss…”, pulled out a grenade launcher from god knows where, and began shooting over the bar.
Heavy pulled out a shotgun from inside his vest and crawled over to the side of the bar where he could get a view of their assailants, and Mundy, spying an SMG lying under a table (this is Russia, after all) crept over to it, grabbed the gun, and flipped the table for cover. Another voice came from the balcony, saying “Preparing to dispense product” shortly before another hailstorm of bullets covered the bar. When the bullets finally ceased, a silence filled the room. Then the one eyed man burped uproariously, and began firing more grenades over the bar. Heavy looked back at Mundy behind the table and said “This man. I like heem.” Mundy grinned, winked, and stuck his hand out from behind the table and fired his SMG towards the balcony. Heavy snatched a stool behind him and threw it up at the balcony. Soon after he let go, cries of “Malfunctioning,” “Whyyyy,” “Coming through,” and “Ahhhhh,” emanated from the balcony. Mundy peeked his head out from behind the table and saw about seven turrets tipped over on their sides, waving their bodies about in fright. One lucky one, leaning on the banister, hadn’t shut down. It had a tattoo on it’s side that was a minimalist image of Mundy’s face with an X through it. It growled “Illegal operation.” A turret on the bottom of the pile screamed “Help! Being squished!”
I'm selling each full set of cards for 2 Refined each, regardless of which set it is. I'm selling individual cards for 2 scrap each, or exchanging them at 1:1, or 2:2, etc. The exchange costs 1 weapon for an exchange of any amount of cards. Each of my foils cost between one refined to four refined, or you can swap foils with me for your foil and the difference in metal (or I'll give you the difference). Backgrounds and emoticons vary from one scrap to two refined based on the rarity.
If you want to buy or exchange anything just friend me! :D
Full Sets
- Dota 2
- TF2 (7x)
- The Binding of Isaac
- Garry's Mod(2x)
- Skyrim
Ace of Spades
ORION: Dino Horde
Foil Cards- The Zombie
- Step Backwards
- One Bite
- Impossible
- Genji the Pollen Prophet
- Leon Chameleon
- Yuri
- Pitazo
- CaptainVideo(3x)
- Reverse Merman
- Joker
- The Guards
- Melody
- Harmony
- Fireman
- Handyman(2x)
- Songbird
- ZERO
- MAYA
- HANDSOME JACK
- GAIGE
- Eddie Riggs
- Marlton Johnson
- Nikolai Belinski
- Tank Dempsey
- Beefy Sandwich
- Frost King Spotting(2x)
- Anarchist(3x)
- Balkan
- The Runestone
- The Khan(2x)
- The Feast
- The Duel(2x)
- Dmitry Fyodorovich Koshkin
- Dr Heinrich Hagen
- Arctic Temple
- Order of his majesty the King of Spain
- Bounty Hunter
- Phantom Lancer
- Razor
- Riki
- Tidehunter
- Tiny(4x)
- Tusk(2x)
- Vengeful Spirit
- Pig Cop
- Brax
- Lord Dredmor
- Diggles
- General Gaius(2x)
- SmoBop, Figet, & Bopo
- Haley & Matti
- Forma
- Apocalypse(2x)
- Slasher
- Stealth Cruiser
- Federation Cruiser
- The Start
- The Mug(2x)
- Face Posing(4x)
- Invasion(2x)
- Physgun(7x)
- Thrusters(7x)
- Movie Maker(7x)
- Spammer(3x)
- Melon Racer(2x)
- Missing Textures(10x)
- Trouble in Terrorist Town(4x)
- Good Ol' Christmas Duck
- Just Rock Out in This Cap
- Calavera de la Dia
- Juan Aguacate
- Tostada
- Juguar Javier
- X'Tabay
- Chicken
- Amazon(2x)
- Alyx Vance
- G-Man(2x)
- Gordon Freeman
- Biker
- Owl
- Pig
- Bill Kerman(2x)
- Gene Kerman
- Ground Crew
- Stalker(2x)
- Bloat
- Siren
- Boomer
- Charger(2x)
- Jockey
- Smoker(2x)
- Spitter
- Tank(2x)
- The Doctor
- Soul Drain
- Earth Element
- Shield Element
- Path of the Mark
- Close Call
- Hanza trooper
- Reich Scout
- Hanza Sniper
- Hazard Suit
- Reich Heavy
- The Cleaner
- The Redhead(2x)
- The Hacker
- The Locksmith
- Citadel
- TSF Marine
- The Fade
- A Dark Reality
ORION: Dino Horde
- STEGOSAURUS
- TRICERATOPS
- PTERANODON(2x)
- DILOPHOSAURUS
- Scarlet
- Stacy
- Tommy
- Family Ties
- Into the Mines
- Fodder
- I Got Your Back
- Bain
- Chains(6x)
- Dallas
- The Elephant(3x)
- Torn Page of the Guide of Bain
- Vlad
- Wolf
- Clear the Street
- Devil Monk
- Chell(3x)
- Destruction(2x)
- GlaDOS
- The Lab(2x)
- Mannequin
- Underground
- Velvetopia Villians(2x)
- Cristpin Whytehead
- Edgar
- Milk Man
- Raz
- Lungfishopolis(3x)
- A New Beginning
- Nature's Will
- To Infinity and Beyond
- Forest Giant
- Swamp Giant
- Swamp Ambassador(2x)
- 62nd Army
- Elevator
- Magma Worm
- Charge
- Stealth(2x)
- Asha Odekar(2x)
- Benjaming King(2x)
- Keith David(2x)
- Shaundi
- The Boss
- The Herald of the Walking Apocalypse(2x)
- Johnny Gat
- Zimos
- Bismarck(2x)
- Elizabeth I
- Science(2x)
- Washington
- North(2x)
- Power
- Eggman
- Gilius
- Shogun
- herbivore larva
- carnivore larve(2x)
- carnivore imago(2x)
- herbivore imago
- Caviar
- Skyrim
- Captain McCallum
- U.N.E Captain
- Epic Meat Man!(2x)
- Barnardshire General
- Ham Fisted(4x)
- I Heart You(2x)
- Meat Scarf
- Socking It To Ya(2x)
- Tooled Up
- Tarka versus Zuul
- DEMOMAN(18x)
- ENGINEER(10x)
- MEDIC(15x)
- PYRO(21x)
- SCOUT(10x)
- SNIPER(8x)
- SOLDIER(9x)
- SPY(7x)
- HEAVY(11x)
- The Guide
- Eye of Cthulhu
- The Underworld
- Night's Edge
- Glowing Mushrooms
- Living Wood
- 0 The Fool
- I The Magician
- II The High Priestess(2x)
- III The Emperess
- IV The Emperor(3x)
- V The Hierophant(2x)
- VI The Lovers
- VII The Chariot
- VIII Justice
- Azura(2x)
- Nordic Ruins
- Mehrunes Dagon(2x)
- Daedric Warrior(3x)
- Talos
- Draugr Deathlord
- Troll(2x)
- Wistmother
- Family Urns
- Leona Wolf
- Toki Tori
- Berry(2x)
- Geisha
- Volvano
- Antler Helm Crest
- Uranus
- Antler Helm Crest
- The Hat
Brütal Legend
Backgrounds- Fletus
- Motorforge
- Screamwagon
- Physgun
- Spitter
Bioshock Infinite
Emoticons- Baptism
- Citadel Core
- Payday 2
- Stanley Parable
- XCOM
- Awakened(2x)
- McPixel Head Buddies
- Engineer(2x)
- Pyro
- Scout
- Soldier
- Overworld
- Miraak
- Caverns
Bioshock Infinite
Once upon a time, there was a sniper by the name of Mr. Mundy, but he just goes by Mundy for short. Mundy was chilling in his Australian ranch home, looking out over his vast lands dotted with sheep and cows and eucalyptus trees and cleaning his rifle. Next to him, his land line phone started to ring. He leaned his rifle on the wall, leaned back in his chair, and answered.- :cage:
- :conquistador
- :koi:
- :dragon2:
- :dynamite:
- :sfsmile:
- :jarate:
- :sentry:
- :sticky: (2x)
- :zombiehead:
- :markarth:
"'ello mate," Mundy barked.
A distinctly female voice, oddly clipped emanated from the phone. "This is your fault. I'm going to kill you. And all the cake is gone. You don't even care, do you?"
Mundy was a little worried, but decided to play it cool. "I'm sure I don't know wot you're talkin' about mate."
"Your entire life has been a mathematical error... a mathematical error I'm about to correct!"
"Uh..."
"I'll be honest. Killing you? Is going to be hard."
Then the line went dead, and Mundy let the phone fall to the table.
"Shit," Mundy said aloud. Then he went to bed.
At about 4 AM, Mundy was awoken by a lilting, robotic voice quietly echoing through his home.
"Is anyone there?"
Mundy knew it had something to do with the call he received the day before. Without a doubt. He slipped out of bed, and crept across his room to the closet. He fumbled his hand around in the shadows for a moment, then pulled out his kukri.
"Could you come over here?"
Mundy crouched in the corner and put his ear to the floor, but he couldn't hear anything so he got up again. He crept over to the door and peeked out into the hall. From the living room at the end of the hall he saw a red beam sweep across the doorway and he ducked back into the room, but he was too late.
"Hello friend."
Mundy looked around desperately for something that could gain him an advantage. Then he spotted the door. He climbed up onto the top of the door to crouch between the door and the ceiling, using his coat hooks on the wall. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, a white oval waddled in on three, pointy legs.
"Coming through."
As the turret waddled past him, Mundy dropped to the floor.
"There you are"
Mundy slashed at a leg, but his kukri just glanced off the hard metal. Even as he did this, the turret began hopping in place to turn around. In desperation, Mundy wrapped his arms around the base of the turret, heaved it up.
"Hey Hey Hey. Put me down."
Mundy carried the turret to his porch and threw it out into the darkness
The turret landed on the dry dirt with a thud, but Mundy was already on his way to his jeep, carrying his rifle from the porch. As he drove away, he could just make out the turret saying
"Searching..."
In three days of steady driving, Mundy made it to Sidney, where he planned to board the first commercial boat to anywhere by australia. His first stop was the shipyards, where he was told the next ship was leaving in a few hours, so he’d best find some cafe to relax at. So that’s what Mundy did. He hopped out of his car and left it on the dock with the keys on the seat, he wouldn’t need it anymore, and walked towards a line of shops that beckoned him with nice smells.
He wandered around the storefronts, examining the various pastries, coffees, teas, and sweets for sale, until he finally settled on an elephant ear. An actual elephant ear. it was from a poachers stall. Mundy went to sit at a table in front of a Starbucks, but got kicked out for his gross choice in food. Instead of the starbucks, he sat on a dirty crate full of rotten tomatoes overlooking the ocean. He was quite enjoying his elephant ear (it tasted like beef jerky), until his crate exploded, sending him crashing into the cobblestone sidewalk. The turret stood above him, and said “Gotcha.”
Mundy tried to snatch his kukri from his belt, but the turret slammed a foot into the kukri, shattering it as it said “Illegal Operation.” The turret leaned over Mundy and threateningly whispered, “I don’t blame you.” Mundy could hear the gun mechanism whirring into place, but before the turret could shoot, it flew off the cobblestone sidewalk and into the ocean. A huge, pretty fat, bald Russian guy stood over Mundy and asked in a thick accent, “You alright?” Mundy, still in shock, didn’t reply, so the Russian bent down, picked Mundy up and set him down on the table. “Vot vas that?” the Russian asked. Mundy, having regained the power of speech, said “no idea mate, but it’s after me.” The Russian looked a little concerned, but invited Mundy to join his group of large, domineering, smelly Russians lugging around huge suitcases shaped suspiciously like miniguns. Mundy felt that this was probably a good thing the was his life was going, so he decided to join them. As they walked away down the dock, Mundy in the center trying to understand all of the Russians asking him questions in impossibly thick accents, the turret waved it’s legs frantically in the water, trying to keep view of his prey, and said “Whyyyy…”
The Russians took Mundy to their private boat. It wasn’t anything particularly special, it was actually a rusty whaling rig, but they seemed to like it just fine. While cruising to their home in Petropavlovsk, Mundy tried to learn some things about his new found friend, at least his name. No such luck. The farthest he got in the name department was Heavy Weapons Guy. He did, however, find out what Heavy’s motto was: “Shooting Good.” Mundy figured as long as he was actually able to “shoot good,” that was no problem. The voyage was rather uneventful. Mundy was always a little on edge, he was slightly disturbed by how the turret had somehow managed to keep up with his jeep on it’s hoppy little legs. The Russians, however, seemed to think this was nothing out of the ordinary. They passed the time by playing poker, russian roulette jelly bean style, and having arm wrestling competitions. Mundy only ever played poker, he didn’t fancy getting on the bad side of this crowd. Over poker, Mundy and the Heavy seemed to forge a deep friendship, trading eachothers livelihoods in game after game. With the voyage drawing to an end(only a few days until they reached Petropavlovsk), Mundy and the Heavy stood alone on the deck at the rear of the ship, bouncing ideas off one another as to what they would do when they reached their destination. However, they were not as along as they thought. Just below the surface of the water, the turret sped along behind the boat, watching them with it’s single, red eye. As it watched them, it muttered “You’ve made your point.”
When the boat arrived in Petropavlovsk, everyone immediately dispersed into the town as they each had various debts to pay, beverages to drink, or people to meet. The Heavy invited Mundy to grab a drink in his favorite bar, and Mundy, having no idea where to go, gladly accepted. They trudged through the wet, muddy road towards the bar. When they arrived, it was to a state of complete discord. Heavy didn’t even seem to notice, he pushed open the doors, letting out angry yells, hearty laughs, the crash of breaking bottles, and general hubub. He strode through the crowd, parting the sea of drunk men like an ocean liner, with Mundy tagging along in his wake. When they got to the bar, Heavy ordered them his favorite drink: Samogon. They sat, drank, and discussed current events, mostly (note they are quite inebriated at this point) the Treaty of Perpetual Peace in Scotland, and how stupid it was. After a few minutes of discussing this, they were joined by a rowdy, one eyed man. They were having a great time bashing the treaty, until bullets rained down on the crowd of drunkards from the second floor landing. Heavy’s instincts were the only things that saved him. As soon as he heard the rapid “pop pop pop” of gunfire, he grabbed Mundy and his newfound companion and dropped to the floor under the bar, bringing them both with him. Once the gunfire finally ceased, nobody was left standing, the floor was carpeted in bodies. A voice from the balcony said “I’m afraid of heights.” It was quickly followed by “No hard feelings.” Mundy looked over at his buddies in disbelief and muttered “can you believe these wankers?” Heavy replied, “They must become dead.” and the one eyed man chimed in with “Aye… noone should be afraiddd of heightsss…”, pulled out a grenade launcher from god knows where, and began shooting over the bar.
Heavy pulled out a shotgun from inside his vest and crawled over to the side of the bar where he could get a view of their assailants, and Mundy, spying an SMG lying under a table (this is Russia, after all) crept over to it, grabbed the gun, and flipped the table for cover. Another voice came from the balcony, saying “Preparing to dispense product” shortly before another hailstorm of bullets covered the bar. When the bullets finally ceased, a silence filled the room. Then the one eyed man burped uproariously, and began firing more grenades over the bar. Heavy looked back at Mundy behind the table and said “This man. I like heem.” Mundy grinned, winked, and stuck his hand out from behind the table and fired his SMG towards the balcony. Heavy snatched a stool behind him and threw it up at the balcony. Soon after he let go, cries of “Malfunctioning,” “Whyyyy,” “Coming through,” and “Ahhhhh,” emanated from the balcony. Mundy peeked his head out from behind the table and saw about seven turrets tipped over on their sides, waving their bodies about in fright. One lucky one, leaning on the banister, hadn’t shut down. It had a tattoo on it’s side that was a minimalist image of Mundy’s face with an X through it. It growled “Illegal operation.” A turret on the bottom of the pile screamed “Help! Being squished!”
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