
Killers for money need a code. |RP/Parody| #Earth333
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“If you're gonna be a fraggin' scumpile, at least do it with a code.”
— Lobo of #Earth333
— Backstory Incoming but should be nearly identical to N52 Lobo
— Fresh slate for development!
Lobo is not accepting tag team partners at this time
All applicants, including pizza guys, will be shot on sight.
Lobo retweeted
Replying to @TheSassInSuper @TheCodeInKiller
- someone.”
After attempting to sell this as a ‘I have a date’ kind of thing, Kara really REALLY hoped the pizza guy was running late. Showing up now, and blowing her cover would be beyond embarrassing.
Lobo retweeted
Replying to @TheSassInSuper @TheCodeInKiller
- recently. It was almost sweet—if she wasn’t so salty.
Lounging on the couch with her limps stretched out, and a blanket wrapping her up like a burrito, Kara was a regular bump on a long with a side of that salt previously mentioned.
Why -
Lobo retweeted
Replying to @TheCodeInKiller
Kara Zor-El was also minding her own blonde business—Okay, wait, that was a lie, actually she was minding her cousin’s business via flipping of the news stations, and her own special intel—super hearing. If she was going to be left behind, -
Replying to @TheSassInSuper
@TheSassInSupes So there Lobo was, minding his own fraggin’ business. He was sitting in the cockpit of his spacecraft; lounging at the helm of his destiny, though he had little idea at the time. For hours, there was nothing out of the ordinary. A few -
- in a way that brought him to the farmhouse he once attempted to kill someone on. In public discourse, Lobo is forbidden by the code to discuss specifics of that assassination attempt. He can only say that the contract is still ongoing.
And -
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the contract, technically speaking, wasn't on pause when Lobo knocked on the Kent farmhouse. Because the target was the only one home to answer the door. #WW333 @TheSassInSupes
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Lobo retweeted
Having been left behind—as always—Kara popped a fresh bowl of popcorn, planted her butt on the couch and flipped on the news. If she couldn't watch #WW333 up close and punch personal, then she'd at least watch it unfold on the big screen. Well, 45inch screen.
As a general rule, Lobo really didn't like Earth. It was an odd planet, and none of its oddities were remotely endearing. See, earth is a vacation destination in the same way that the toilet is a vacation destination. At the very best, you mingle with piss and crap in the hopes -
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- of a lone farm on the outskirts of Smallville. He didn't spare a second glance at the deep emerald grass, or the radiant pale blue sky shining overhead. None of that mattered to him.
Lobo just continued to waltz through the front lawn, simultaneously drawing a high-powered -
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- laser pistol from the armament stocked on his waistband.
As he approached, he knocked on the door much like any normal person would. The goal was simple enough. @TheSassInSupes comes to answer the door, and then Lobo doesn't even take a full look at her before shooting her.
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