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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Mr. Fox:
It is a replacement barrel for you gun. I hope it is the right size.
Declan_23:
Deccers woke up in some kind of dormitory, beds lined both walls.
The bastards! This is why they wanted to take me alive, so I can be a player in one of their sick games.
After studying the ceiling for a while, a voice came over the tannoy.
'This conclude today's game. Good game people.'
People slowly filled the room. Deccers reckoned he could split them into two groups, battle hardened veterans and those with no will left to live.
Poor buggers.
To his disgust, some of the harder looking guys sported gang tattoos. He rolled up his left sleeve, exposing his winged dagger. There'd be no dispute as to which side he fought on.
Frenchfry:
Stefan opened the package. It was a 5.5 millimeter Colt Single Action Army barrel. That wasn't the end of it, either. It'd been engraved by the previous owner, with what looked like a dragon curving upwards along the barrel, with its snout landing just on the tip. It was beautiful.
"Well... That was very considerate of you, swordsman."
Stefan stood up and stretched.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find a new team. I got stuck on Flare, you know?"
Mr. Fox:
((dose your char know mine or what. Because I have a gang on the outside...))
Declan_23:
Everybody carried a weapon, weapons that Deccers had never thought would be viable in modern battle: Swords, pikes, hell some guys even carried bows. He felt naked without his rifle and body armour. He stopped some poor soul aimlessly wandering around with a mace in one hand.
'Sorry mate, but you wouldn't know where the armoury is would ya?"
The man merely lifted an arm in the general direction of a sign.
'Cheers.'
Walking along seemingly endless corridors, he checked the possessions that he'd been left with. His ipod in his pocket, and the coin strung around his neck were all that remained other than his clothes of his previous life.
Gonna be a pretty clean break I guess.
Upon reaching the weapons store, Deccers was taken aback. Weapons from every era of history lined the walls. A few aisles down were what he was looking for, modern weaponry and armour.
((He doesn't know him personally but fought gangs outside))
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