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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Silver:
Calx woke up to bright lights directly above him. He sits up and examines his face with his hands.
Where did she hit me? She never misses...
Moving his hands further down to his chest, he feels some scar tissue. Upon taking off his shirt, he finds the entry wound; the joint between his right shoulder and his right arm.
If she didn't plant one in my head, maybe I wasn't meant to die.
After putting his shirt back on, he begins to analyze his surroundings. White room, four lights, one above the only bed. Gun cabinet in the corner. No windows. Steel door, with a small LED sign on the inside, on the wall beside the door, a speaker. A message on the LED said,"You have been selected to compete in the Omnicide Games, if you refuse you will be executed with the rest."

Calx had heard of Omnicide. Who hadn't? He didn't picture himself as a player, but he sure as hell wasn't dying until he could find out what happened to have Nex take a shot at him. Deep in thought, he walks over to the gun cabinet, and opens it.
His M82, along with his beretta and knife was there, thank god. But at the bottom of the locker was what he was really looking for: a small leather bag attached to a rope. He scoops it up and puts it around his neck, leaving everything else in the locker.
Leaving the room, he finds himself in a hallway, filled with doors similar to his own. He decides to walk to the left, and watches a man being dragged, kicking and screaming, something about being "Charles Whitman". He didn't care. Proceeding down the hall, he walks into a room, with a few people in it, two bickering, while others sitting idle. Calx finds a corner and puts his back to it, and sits down examining the room, and the people in it.

Frenchfry:
Almost out the door, Stefan noticed an unfamiliar face sitting alone in the corner with a sniper. Did Eclipse have an equally reclusive sibling or something?
He turned around and walked over to the new guy, curious as to what misfit had been tossed in with them this time.
Sitting down across from the new guy, Stefan greeted him.
"Howdy, new guy. How's Omnicide been treating you so far? Damp? Dirty? Unfriendly people?"

Silver:
Well aren't you peppy?
"No clue just got here...why?"

Frenchfry:
Not quite as reclusive as Eclipse, then.
"Because, new guy, between me and you, the worst thing about Omnicide isn't the constant threat of death. It's not even that only the top ten players get ice in their drinks. It's the goddamn people. You've just entered the wacky world of pricks."
A genuine smile crept over Stefan's face. It might sound cynical, but it was true.

Silver:
Fun
Calx stands up, and walks back to his room. He opens the locker, puts on a chest holster, and puts his beretta in it as he walks back.
"Insurance" he mumbles, sitting back down in his corner.

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