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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Silver:
Calx leans back in his seat.
"Mass is a very broad term. In everyday usage, "mass" is often used interchangeably with weight. Even though it shouldn't be, as weight is your apparent mass with respect to gravity. To call one a mass murderer is to claim that they take the lives of many people without giving the public time to cool down between events correct? Well, with that definition, one could call the pre-apocalypse court system a mass murderer because of all the people they sentenced to death, innocent or guilty, you could call our goverment a mass murderer before the world went to hell for sending forces over to territories that didnt belong to them. Is an abortionist a murderer for killing babies before they are born? If so, can one call any sexual intercourse or menstruation cycle that doesn't result in a birth a murder as it is destroying a potential life every time?"
He leans foreward, staring directly into the man eyes
"Lives come and go. And in this day and age, its mine or theirs, and there is absolutely no way that I'm leaving Nex by herself with the world the way it is. If that means I have to taint myself with the blood of others, then so be it."
Frenchfry:
Anurak narrowed his eyes, standing up.
"Don't try to pass yourself off as just a protector. I've seen your criminal records. I suppose publicly displaying parts of a corpse was a method of warding off potential threats? Be honest with me, Sniper. What is your REAL motive? Do you... ENJOY killing people?"
Silver:
"Oh him...he was a...special case. If you saw where his hand was, you would cut it off at the shoulder too. And putting it where his friends could see it was a public serive announcement to his rapist buddies in case they tried to do the same thing."
Frenchfry:
Anurak's hands were closing, slowly. He turned his head to Nex.
"And what about you, young lady? Is your rap sheet as long as his?"
Silver:
Nex did not respond she was staring into nothingness, her fingers white from the deathgrip she had on her knees.
"...I talked about it..."
Calx buries his face in his hands.
"I promised I wouldn't talk about it.
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow and delight
No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
Was this upon myself: what I am truly,"
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