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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Silver:
Both refused to move. Complete silence throughout the room.
He waited for something to happen, something to break the silence, something to distract this person.
Someone walks in. Blue haired.
Perfect.
He duck under the assailants arm, and dashes to the other side of the room, beretta still pointed at the man who punched him.

Wailord:
 I ambled up to him. Putting the barrel of his Sniper to my head.

He was using a Baretta. I was a Light Sniper man myself. But this was a standered army Sniper. He had obviously served in the military.

St. Jimmy:
Crimson stepped off of the cable car and onto the platform.  He was followed by a few others.  The cable car then shot back up the mountain.  A man, who appeared to be some kind of warden, stepped onto the plat form in front of Crimson.
You have all been brought here to compete in the Omnicide Games.  Most of you chosen for the same reason, but you know what that is.
The warden then started explaining the rules of the Omnicide Games. I've seen the show, I know the rules, so just shut up!
The warden then looked Crimson strait in the eye, And the ten lowest scoring players will be executed at the end of the week.  You don't want to end up there, do you?
You sick bastard!
No sir.
That's what I thought.  Now all of you go to the mess hall and get something to eat!  And if you're lucky you'll may get to see the execution, the warden said with a sickening grin.  Crimson and the other new people took there stuff to there assigned rooms and went to the mess hall.  Crimson was served what appeared to be regurgitated oatmeal and four week old apple slices.  He then sat down and attempted to stomach the gruel.  He then noticed a fight break out. He sat there and watched.

Silver:
[OOC: Oh I see how everyone knew I was a sniper now! For the record: Berretta 9mm custom is a sidearm: [spoiler]http://www.popularairsoft.com/files/images/KSC-GBB-M9-BLSC-JP_4_mark.jpg[/spoiler] Barrett M82 is a rifle:[spoiler]http://www.armedforces-int.com/upload/image_files/corporate_policy/images/projects/7/barrett2b.jpg [/spoiler]]

Mr. Fox:
I saw a fight erupting between the snipers. I got between them.
Break it up! You can kill each other tomorrow! And by the way guns don't work in here. So put those down.
I went to my table and started eating cookies again...

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