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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Mr. Fox:
I walked into the range holding my Shiruikens. I saw Renegade throwing Knives. Rookie. I blind folded my self and started throwing... When I removed my blind fold I had made a Smiley face. I looked at Renegade and smirked.

Silver:
Mountains. Mountains have snow. Suit up in whites, its gonna be cold.
You don't have the clothing to be in the mountains.
The map says theres a place to suit up.
Again with this map
Next to the firing range is the room.

Calx begins to head down the hallway. Following the faint sounds of gunfire.
Practicing on such boring targets isn't going to help you at all
Its good practice

He keeps walking, past the shooting range and into the room next to it.
The room was full of clothing, greens, tans, whites, blacks, if you could think of an enviroment, this room had gear for it. Calx walks to the area that was predominatly white, he grabs some rope, some ice picks, and a white ghillie suit. He catches a glimpse, of something on the floor. A tubelike object, ends wider than the center. He recognises it instantly, and puts it in his pocket. Looking aorund to make sure noone is there.

Ready to go, he sits in the corner of the room, waiting for the announcement that let him do his favorite thing. Shoot.

Desbear:
"oh someone's a show of i see" renegade thought and blind folded himself and threw his knives when he removed the blindfold he looked and they made a the word renegade and looked at rex who was smirking and then renegade pointed to his target

Mr Pokemon:
Demos was done with guns. He ignored Renegade, and went to find clothes. Mountains were white, he would wear white. Camouflage would be his best weapon. As he walked into the room he noticed the new kid sitting in the corner. He didn't pay attention to him. Demos put on an all white cloth jacket and pants. He wore an off-white scarf around his neck and mouth, and on his head a white beanie. He tested how his wrist knives slid out of the jacket sleeves, and found a pocket his gun would fit in. He sat next to Calx.
"This is it. This is your routine. Get used to it."
Demos put his head against the wall and closed his eyes. He wasn't a fan of the cold.

Mr. Fox:
Watch your back kid. When your not looking i will be there.
I threw him a RGA token, marking him for death.
See you on the field. I spat at his feet then left for the equipment room.
I saw crimson walking out, he looked like a turtle.
What are you doing? Unless your a sniper you need to be able to move quickly! Take only what you can carry on your person, no backpacks.

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