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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Frenchfry:
"You know... come to think of it..."
Neither Stefan nor Astrid had eaten in two days. Had Stefan known how to make fire out of Agate, he would have had a large deer the night before. He checked his pockets for any money he might have left.
"I've got... ten dollars, three pounds, and what looks like one thousand Columbian pesos. Can I afford a meal for three people? I think not."
TrainerX:
Kain was getting impatient. He started going faster. After about 45 minutes, he was there. He drove by three people, and almost ran them over. He didn't realize that he just drove past Stefan and Calx. After ten more minutes, he was at his house. He turned off the security system and stepped inside. It was two stories high, and had a basement. He grabbed everything that he could sell, and grabbed all of the ammo in his house.
I wonder if my car is still here.
He grabbed his car keys, which were sitting on a table. He walked into the garage. His Mustang was still there. He had installed a small computer where the radio had been, which could hack other computers, find files on almost anyone, it was also a better radio, and it could do some more awesome stuff. He had also made some modifications so that it would go faster. He got in and opened the garage door. He drove out onto the street, and looked for shops to sell his stuff to. He had 500 pounds after he was done selling all of the stuff that he brought. Then he drove back to the checkpoint that he had passed. This time he stopped when he saw the people he had passed. He saw Calx, Stefan, and Astrid. He stopped the car when he was next to them and rolled the window down.
"What are you guys doing?"
((Kain's car is a Blue '69 Mustang with two white stripes on the side))
Silver:
Continuing along his designated path, Calx pulls out his knife and grinds it against the side of the blue Mustang creating a deep, long scratch all the way down the body, the shriek of steel rubbing against steel filling the air.
"Food, food, food..." He chants under his breath, passing the car, and returning his knife to the sheath.
TrainerX:
"What the hell Calx? Do you know how important this damn car is to me? You're paying to get it fixed you bastard!"
Frenchfry:
Stefan and Astrid hurried after Calx, the promise of food luring them in. Astrid stopped for a moment by Kain's window.
"I wouldn't try reasoning with him right now. He's in his own little world."
She jogged slightly to catch up with the other two.
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