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[Hubb was infected. Kite drained him, and this caused a heart attack. You may find his body in he second floor somewhere, but he will not respond as he is dead and all.] -
[Video]
Jasmine.
Jasmine.
Where is my wife?
[Hubb is walking aimlessly throughout the hallways. Black spots are spreading across his face and arms.] -
[Audio]
Ritsuka, do you still want to go riding? -
[Video/action]
[There is now a roaring bonfire on the beach. Not just any fire, but the most extreme bonfire of all time! And, roasting over it is not one, but two, giant dire bears!]
Might have gotten carried away with the hunting. So, you all are free to show up and eat some if you want.
[He's going to sit down and drink some extreme old man lemonade!] -
[Video]
[Hubb is loading an impressive array of armaments, including a bowie knife and shotgun, a rifle, and a few handguns.]
Seimei, it's about time to intensify your training. You should come hunting.
On that note, Hibari, I found a very extreme monster. You up for the challenge? -
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[Hubb is behind a makeshift barricade, the open sky can be seen behind him through a huge gap in the wall. He has his gun propped atop the barricade, firing at the advancing ghouls. The shots do not fail to fit the head in each case, and thankfully he had a stash of silver bullets on hand ever since fighting werewolves in the monster's event ( Read more... ) -
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Seimei, if you intend to continue.
Checkerboard hills.
Ten minutes. -
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[In French, because the translator is being funny]
What the hell is going on with everyone this event?
It seems like i can run into all the many morons I hate, and not anyone else. -
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[Hubb is just standing in the beach. He has a lost expression on his face that is usually only seen while he's sleepwalking, but his eyes are wide open ( Read more... ) -
[Video]
[Now for a new edition of "Cooking with Uncle Hubb!]
Look, I know a number of you kids can't cook. So here goes. Get a bowl, add spinach, eggs and milk. Stir it. Season. Stir. Add onions. Stir. Throw all of that out. Buy a steak.
What are you, a god damn weenie?
Now go bug someone else.