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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Wailord:
I looked upwards at him, before smirking to myself. Holstering my Sniper I got to my feet and began to walk out into the Mess hall. As I was walking a grabbed a cassete tape out of my Pocket. "Dream on" by super tramp throwing it over my shoulder to Stefan as I walked.

Frenchfry:
Stefan caught the cassette tape.
"Really? a cassette tape? What is this, 1982?" Stefan muttered as he read the words on it. 'Dream On'.

Dropping the tape, Stefan tossed the candle straight up to about shoulder length.
"Alright, have it your way."
Catching the candle, he threw it at the Sniper, hitting his rifle about halfway down the barrel. It must have been a pretty heavy candle, or a really fast pitch, because the rifle was bent about an inch to the left.

Wailord:
I froze. Looking across at my Sniper I could see it had been badly dented, bent at least 45 degrees.

Bloodshot eyed I turned around to face Stefan every fiber in my body boiling with white hot anger.

This wasnt just a Sniper. This was my Sniper.

I began to approaching him, till we were just a nose tips distance from eachother.

Frenchfry:
"Doesn't feel very good, does it?"
Stefan wasn't used to using underhanded tricks like that, but hey, he was dealing with a guy that hides from up to a mile away to kill people without them being able to fight back.
"I broke your gun. To be fair, you broke mine. And my father's. That was a Single Action Army you mucked up."

Wailord:
I held out my hand respectively

He broke my gun, I broke his. I was only fair, and now we were even.

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