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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Silver:
Calx pouts.
"No fun..."
Noticing the same light as Stefan
"or out o' doors he went without their helps,
And, to the last, bended their light on me."

Frenchfry:
Stefan removed his revolver from its holster, pointing it at his forehead and pulling the trigger six times, then unloaded it, revealing six unused shells.
"So don't get your hopes up, don't aim too high, they may say they love you, but most of them lie."

Silver:
Calx reaches the end of the fog, stops and turns around. The thing was standing right there, a few feet from him.
" Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?
 your flashes of merriment,that were wont to set the table
 on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?
 quite chap-fallen?"

Frenchfry:
Stefan froze in mid-step when he heard Calx's obscure poetry. Turning around on his heel, he saw what had caused the sniper to be slightly more odd than usual.
IT was still behind them.
"Why, hello there, good sir. I'm sure you're very busy, what with the kidnapping children and impaling them on trees after removing all the organs from their body, so we won't be taking up any more of your time, bye!"
Stefan grabbed Astrid, rushing off again.

Silver:
"Can we keep him Sarge?! Can we keep him?"

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