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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Frenchfry:
Calx made a very angry, very dramatic entrance. Now he was pinned down by Green Stefan.
Stefan pulled out his colt, aiming at his counterpart's skull.
"Oh, hey, I have a gun, too! Now, can we please talk like human beings before the apocalypse hit? I'm getting tired of killing people."

St. Jimmy:
Crimson crouched silently in the bushes by the road. Waiting or someone to come.  Suddenly, he heard the roar of an engine. Motorcycle... He thought to himself. He readied a shurikan, waiting for the rider to pass by.  The rider came into view. With a flick of the wrist and throwing motion of hims arm, the shuriken silently cut through the air, and the hit man in the temple. He fell off the bike and the bike fell on it's side. The wheels still spinning. Crimson pulled the shuriken out of the riders skull. He then dragged the corpse deep into the woods. Crimson took his sunglasses.  Crimson likes sunglasses.  Crimson went to the bike and turned it off.  He then pulled it up, got on it, turned it on, and sped on down the road.

Silver:
Now then, I don't reccomend pointing that at me. Because if i die, who would dissarm the landmines you two sat on? Stefan spits out his cigarette, and pulls another from his shirt pocket.
You see, as soon as you remove too much weight, Boom! He exclaims as he throws his hands in the air.
I wonder if the girl will still be pretty without a lower torso? Shall we find out?

Frenchfry:
Normally, Stefan's immediate reaction would be to stand up and approach anyone who threatened his friends. It needn't be said why that wasn't going to fly in this situation. Rather, he pulled the hammer of his revolver down. Cliche, maybe. But punctual.
"Get off of him."

Silver:
Now, I can't do that either, as Calx here will probably try to kill me if I so much as shift my weight. Maybe after he calms down we can figure something out, kay? He exhales deeply, blowing a set of lungs worth of smoke into Stefan's face.
And besides, at this point in the game, you don't really have the authority to tell me to do anything as long as you're still on that couch. Well, I guess you could, but I might get offended, and leave you to as you are. And that would be oh so tragic. Stefan takes the cigarette out of his mouth, and examines it.
So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to tell you where she is after you do a little something for me. Don't worry Calx, you're good at this kind of stuff, I know you are, so it'll be easy. hell, I'll even let you take your two friends here with you to help. As Stefan puts the cigarette back in his mouth he asks,
Sound Fair?

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