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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Desbear:
renegade woke up and saw someone he new and hadn't seen in awhile  renegade then said "haven't seen you in a while leena"  leena was a girl same age and good with knives she then said "took you long enough to wake up" renegade then said "well i have to tell you something " she then cut him off before he finished and said "i already know he came and released vivian" renegade then said "well we need to train then" 

Frenchfry:
Stefan was fumbling with the unfamiliar handle of his knife when he noticed Calx leave the cover of the tree, heading deeper into the woods. On closer observation, he saw a fire in that direction. Dropping the snake, he moved after Calx.
Hunting isn't my thing. I should change that, but I really don't see myself having the time for that before this little journey comes to an end.

Silver:
Drawing a berretta in each hand, Calx walks into the camp. Everyone seemed to be sleeping, as if preparing for or recovering from something after dark. Counting 8 tents, he puts his pistols away and reveals 10 small grey blocks with a plastic box on each, placing one about a foot outside all but the one tent he wished to go inside.

Making his way to the largest tent, he silently walks inside. The gigantic mound of a man was sleeping there, the dirty blanket nowhere big enough to cover him. Calx giggles a little and quickly stops as the man stirs slightly. Pulling his Beretta out he takes aim at the hulks head for an easy kill. The gunshot echoes throughout the camp, if anyone was still asleep they weren't now.

Holstering his beretta and unsheathing his knife, he starts slashing at the tent nylon, leaving nothing but shreds and the frame. From the outside he can be seen standing on what one would call the leader of the camp.

All of the lackeys begin to claim the life of Calx from the openings of their tent, going back inside to grab their knives and other close combat weapons.

Pulling out a detonator, out of all the things he does he begins to sing

"This appeared as a moral dilemma
Cause at first it was weird though I swore to eliminate
The worst of the plague that devoured humanity
Its true I was vague on the How
so how can it be that you have shown me the light?

Its a brand new day
And the sun is high
All the birds are singing
That youre gonna die

How I hesitated
Now I wonder why
Its a brand new day"

He pulls the trigger, the beautiful mixture of orange flame and red flesh fill Calx's eyes, and a his psychotic laughter being muffled by the sound of the blast.

Frenchfry:
Stefan almost followed Calx right into the camp. Almost. Something Green Stefan had said made him hesitate. Something about nailing arms to phone poles. Rather, he waited outside the camp for a few minutes. He wasn't disappointed. A gunshot rang out from one of the tents. Soon, the camp was a beehive of activity. Drowzy, armed men were filing out of the tents. Calx slashed the christ out of a large tent, reducing it to wood and ribbons from the inside.

The apparent soldiers were surrounding Calx now. He made no move to dispatch them, not even holding a weapon anymore, just a black rectangular object. In fact... was he... SINGING?
"This appeared as a moral dilemma
Cause at first it was weird though I swore to eliminate
The worst of the plague that devoured humanity
Its true I was vague on the How
so how can it be that you have shown me the light..."
At the end of his song, things became decidedly less fun for the soldiers. Massive explosions tore them to shreds, turning flesh into red mist, tents to black shreds of fabric flying through the air. Calx was laughing, the perfect image of a complete sociopath. Stefan didn't get to see any of this though, because the moment he saw something explode, he dove behind a tree. Only one thing in the world really made him scared, and that was tiny, sharp items flying through the air at fatal speeds. Shrapnel. Shrapnel can take out eyes. And explosions are choc-full of the stuff.

Silver:
Calx's face began to itch, but when he scratched it, it stung.
is this...mine? He wonders looking at his hand, this blood was fresh, not caked on and dry like the rest. His right palm had a small piece of glass in it. Sitting down to pull it out, he became aware of an even larger pain. This one in his right shoulder. The scar from his bullet wound had been crudely reopened, and a piece of metal had pushed the bullet deeper into his shoulder, restricting his movement.

Thats what you get retard.
Calx turns around to find the source of the insult, to be greeted by the butt of a rifle, the impact knocking him out cold.

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