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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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St. Jimmy:
Panting, Crimson made it out of the woods and onto the road.  He found the motorcycle and rode off. 
What was that thing?
The bike got slower and slower until it eventually came to a halt.
Dammit, out of gas.  He pushed the bike to the side of the road and began walking down the lifeless street.

Wailord:
"V"



I kept a firm grip on my knives as I walked through the empty remains of a once heavily populated town. The mist emerged from drains and gutters. The silence bringing a lovely gloomy atmosphere.

Omnicide. Co, certainly has a way with cities full of Omnicide Game protesters.

I had been a paticipent myself. Killing for enjoyment, wasn't the greatest of professions.

Infact that is why im here. Mr. Creedy used to be the Omnicide Uk warden. It has come to my attention that he has retired. Unfortunately for him, I know where he is dwelling.

Watch out Mr. Creedy. Im coming for you.

Mr Pokemon:
Demos walked into the city, to a building he remembered from long ago. It seemed almost the same, except the walls were more weathered, the paint peeling, and there was a wierd feeling about being at this place Demos once called home. He entered, and a foul smell filled the air.

Damn. What happened to this place?

He went up there stairs, whereupon the stench grew to almost unbearable. Covering his nose, Demos continued onward. He turned a corner at the end of the hallway. He went no further. The pale, empty face staring at him from it's spot on the ground was one he had seen before. One he had loved before. One he had held, spoken to, kissed...
Now she was gone. Aria, his only love, was gone. Dead. He would never see her again. She was his life. His life...
In tears, Demos ran to the roof. He stared down at the bare road, the pavement patiently waiting for them to meet. Demos stared down, looking at what was soon to take his body, his life, but not his soul. Then he jumped...

St. Jimmy:
Crimson made it to the city limits.  The entrance was only about 100 meters away.  But he was tired.  He had been walking for what felt like days, but was only hours.  He was tired and wanted sleep.  His eyes were heavy like weights.  He could bare the tiredness no more and fell to the ground, drifting into slumber.

Frenchfry:
Stefan leaned against the wall around the city.
"So... Now what? You guys plan on running from place to place forever? I don't. I've got an old friend I need to meet up with."

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