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[RP] Omnicide II

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Frenchfry:
Cecil closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Alright, so basically, at the end of the week, the ten worst players are killed of for real, right?" A few nods confirmed this. "And over the course of the next couple of days, another ten players are gathered up to replace them." More nods. "The top ten players, on the other hand, get ice in their drinks, fresh straws, and a wider selection from the armory."
Danny piped up when he'd finished. "Sounds like you're already getting the hang of things, man. Tomorrow we'll see if you can't make it into the top ten, huh? Alright, let's get back to the barracks. I want you all getting no less than eight hours of sleep in before the next game starts."
Within the next minute, everyone from Team Cadogan had finished eating and left to the barracks. Cecil took a vacant bed, zonking out within a few minutes. This might not be so bad, after all.

Bing:
Walking into the barracks, Jed saw a man sleeping.  Sitting down on his own bed, Jed grabbed Willy, - His Colt Anaconda.  Willy is a beautifully crafted .44 Magnum with a 6 inch barrel.

"No, bullets huh... I guess I won't get those til the game starts.  My butterfly knife is missing as well.  But, hey looks like they got the Booze right."

Jed opened a fresh bottle Jim Beam and laid back.  He needed to be well rested for the start of the games.

Mr. Fox:
I fell from my bed and saw a boot coming towards my face. In an instant it had hit me and my nose was spewing blood all over the floor.
-Stand up wimp.
I stood up clutching my nose.
The guy knocked my hand down and looked at my face. He grabbed my hands and looked at them.
-You have never even picked up a gun before?! Oh my god! they want my team dead... tommorow is a game, your first, stay with us and you might stay above the bottom ten.
-What happnes to the bottom ten?
-They die for real. By they way what did you do to one get their attention and two: before you got here?
-I was a hacker, pretty good if I say so myself!
-Useless...just pick a weapon and stay close...

I stood up and sat back on my bed... oh boy was all I could think.

Frenchfry:
Cecil woke up staring down the barrel of a revolver. One of the other Cadogan members was holding it. "Sorry, kid, but I can't have another player taking my kills." He pulled the trigger, laughing as it clicked harmlessly. "Ah, I'm just kidding, newbie. Guns don't work outside the arena. But seriously, get the hell up. Time to get ready, the match is starting soon."

Cecil grunted, pushing the gun aside as he sat up, gathering his things for the match.

St. Jimmy:
Whisp arose to find his teammate sleeping in the bunk beside his.  The man reeked heavily of alcohol, and Whisp couldn't stand it much longer, and started jogging through the halls of the Omnicide building until he reached the cafeteria.  He looked up at the leader board and saw his name in fourth place. After breakfast he went to the armory and sharpened his dagger, then he waited until it was time for the match.

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