This varient happens after Ty manages to survive the apocalypse. Ty in his post-apocalypse variant has him wearing a trench coat, a bandana, iron-toed boots, biker gloves, and his sword has rusted a little. His sword is 12 feet long(handle and blade) dwarving all the other swords in fictional history. Ty is a grey color and has neon yellow shoes. He weighs in at about 126 pounds, making him a heavyweight in the world of sonic characters.(since Sonic himself weighs only 77 pounds) Ty stands at roughly 5'11, making him quite tall compared to the other sonic characters. 10 Death Move(Ultimate Attack) (Only 2). 9 Ultra Moves(Level 2 Finishers) (You get 2).8 Super Moves(Level 1 Finishers) (You get 3).I took another look at the man called Allen and knew my job was so much at stake. Free cut out f grim reaper scythe full#Allen Maclean.’ The sound of the name in full sent chills down my spine and made my intestines churn. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation but did you call him Allen?‘ I needed to confirm. You’re not drunk are you? You should quit…’, Wait, I had to chip in. ‘It is good to see you again old friend, I must say you look ravishing tonight. A lady with blonde curls in a sleek black dress called out as she walked toward the stranger I just had a confidential chit-chat with and kissed his cheek. Plus, none of us get to see him since he works from the comfort of his home him alone! Even when I work extra hours,I never get recognized by him and when I once asked Kate(his Secretary) about taking a leave she said it was quite a long process with Allen concerning leaves. Funny enough it rhymes with pollen and reminds me of this bully I had as a mate in kindergarten. ‘Don’t tell anyone but his name happens to be Allen. I told him how incompetent and autocratic my boss was. I told him how lame the idea of the retreat night at a bar was to me. Free cut out f grim reaper scythe free#It was a retreat to free one‘s mind after all, wasn’t it? So I did it I let out all the beans. ‘Nothing much… just forcibly celebrating the last night of an annual retreat at work which I clearly don’t fancy?’ ‘You don’t? Why? Where exactly do you work?’ Well it seemed he wanted to know more and it was a night to spill not only strong alcohol on me but to let go the overwhelming feeling from stress at work. ‘So what are you up to here?’ He took a seat next to me. ‘Well, thanks for the compliment.’ He looked pretty drunk to me. ‘Boy you have a hairy face!’, I said out loud. ‘I’m used to it Mr…’, I wasn’t lying, ‘ …I guess that marks my lucky charm at night clubs and bars.’ I said sarcastically and turned to a tall man supposedly in his forties with a beard and his hair in a bun. ‘My apologies young lady’, I heard a hoarse voice amidst the Dj’s annoyingly repetitive scratches. ….splash! I felt ice cold liquid pour on my lap waking me from my worries. In fact he bosses everybody around even the coffee man. He thinks the whole of China is wrapped around his little finger. Everyone drains me there especially my boss Allen. You don’t want to end up like me.’ I’d thank her for reminding me of my mortality and give her a kiss or two on her cheek just to lick her brain and actually cut things short. ‘Bunny love, you won’t live forever darling. Not to mention Grandma - God bless her soul wherever she is- Granny never stopped reminding me of a husband. I always thought those tights were cute from ‘Me Before You’ - that tragicomedy which I only watched whenever I felt teary. Rhea - my little sister would make mockery of my sense of fashion even from a distance : ‘ Who’d wear bumblebee tights to a wedding?’, she’d choke on her silly giggles. I’d consider it a comment to alter my curves and ignore it. ‘You’ve grown too skinny at 31, I could use you as a chopstick. Let’s begin from home: Mom was so skeptical about how I ate, slept and what I even dreamt. It seemed I didn’t have a good hold of my own life at all. The speakers were terribly loud but not quite as loud as my thoughts. I hated it! ‘ Come with us for once, it’s going to be fun Bunny’, Yeah I had a peculiar name and allowed myself to be influenced by the only friend I could make in this lifetime who could listen to all my complaints without blinking or grimacing. It was our last day of our one week work retreat and Allen- the boss I had never met- suggested we have a night out in an atmosphere of noisy people who’d like to wriggle every part of their bodies on the dance floor. Well I was at a bar sipping vermouth, just that - I didn’t want to drink much and leave all wasted without reason. This is the story of how I died … Well the grim reaper didn’t actually come with his scythe to take my soul but it was one heck of an experience.
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