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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Silver:
Noone could see Calx from below anymore, only the muzzle of his rifle, poking out of the leaves.
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A scruff of brown catches his eye 400 meters away, his scope snapes to it, and he fires a single round, and drops back down out of the tree, walking towards his target, unsheathing his knife as he walked.
Reaching his destination, he grabs the now headless deer with his right arm, and drags it into the open, immediately gutting it with smooth, expert movements.
Frenchfry:
"...Ah. Hunting."
Stefan sat down, watching Calx cut apart what was once a deer.
Silver:
Calx places the now cut deer steaks on a pile of leaves he tore from a tree. Cleaning his knife of blood, he begins to search for some firewood.
If you can't survive by yourself, you're not worth keeping alive
Frenchfry:
Stefan looked over to Astrid. There wasn't a single callous on her hand, and her arms weren't particularly thick with muscle, either. Why had she been brought to Omnicide?
Silver:
Calx examines the zippo lighter, flicking the lid on and off. On and off. Cracking the case on a nearby rock, he pours the lighter fluid onto the newly formed pile of dry branches.
"Now where am I to get a lighter?" he asks, rolling his head in the direction of the other two.
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