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[RP] Omnicide II

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Frenchfry:
A tree behind Cecil splintered as a bullet crashed into it. Through his scope, he witnessed as the Eclipse and Cadogan infantry stormed the group's location, wiping out what was left of them. He was torn away from the victory by a buzzing coming from his radio, which he once again removed from his hip, bringing it to his cheek. "Cecil here. What is it?"
Ravaged by static interference, Danny's voice responded almost immediately. "We did it, newbie. We won. Game ends in five seconds."
"Wait, but I thought you said we won already, why would the game be ending in fi-"
The forest around Cecil vanished, and suddenly, he was lying on a hospital bed, Sunny's barrel resting on top of the metal frame at the foot. He dropped the radio onto the sheets, sitting up confusedly.

Bing:
Suddenly the Forest disappeared.  Jed was back in the Crimson barracks.

"The hell?  Oh the game must have ended...  I wonder who won."

Laying down Jed grabbed another bottle of beam from under his bed and began drinking.  Bored he watched as people started returning to the barracks.

Mr Pokemon:
Gus was still groaning from the pain when the battle ended. When he realized it didn't hurt anymore, he was relieved, but also confused. He had always wondered how the players got from place to place. Even now that he had experienced it, he didn't know how it worked. Concluding that nobody should ever try to explain it, including himself, Gus got up, and went back to the barracks of Eclipse. There he found some of the people he had seen in the battle, if only for seconds.
"So, we do one a' those each day, huh? Sounds like hell."
"Buddy, you don't know the half of it." With that, the other man got up and went to the exercise room. Gus remembered that he had decided he was going to get in shape.
"Eeh, I'll do it tomorrow." He lied down, drifting off into a place where he was still pumping gas for low income. Anywhere was better than here.

Mr. Fox:
After the sound there was a blinding flash of light, then I woke up in an bed in a white room. I looked up and saw the other guys in my team stand up and file out a door that read "Cafeteria. I got up and followed them, no doubt that our leader was going to rip my head off for getting our entire team killed in less then 10 minutes...

Sure enough as soon as he saw me he stormed over towards me, he had a look in his eyes that told it all.
-You stupid F**K! You got all of us killed! Next time we will do what I say, we aren't going to listen to you ever again! He calmed down in the same weird manner he just went off and looked back at my bewildered expression. Sorry... I do tend to go off like that when we all get killed off that quickly... Welcome to the team Daniel, I am Lance. Former Student of Rex, one of the least liked people here last time... He was very arrogant, and if I might say so myself kinda stupid... But enough with the past. You got 3 Kills that is the second best of all the new people this week.
He led me to a large white room.
-You showed some skill, but man are weak! You are built like a twig factory! We are going to build you into a killing machine that can carry his own weight on this team. So how much can you bench?
-Uh...I really don't know man... maybe 20 pounds...
I felt like a leper... they were all looking at me like I was a talking dog...

Frenchfry:
Danny and several other members of Team Cadogan approached Cecil's bed, laughing and whispering as they did so. They looked as if they were a few glasses in. Of course, that was impossible, since the match had just ended. Their leader detached himself from the group, dropping a black beret on Cecil's lap. He held it up, examining the insignia on it - A skull wearing an eyepatch over the right socket, overlapped by an old-style looking revolver.
"Congratulations, Cecil. You did good. Three kills, including a team leader."
He smirked, donning the beret. "How do I look?"
Danny applauded drunkenly. "Like a real Cadogan vet! You keep this up and you'll be in the top ten in no time!"
As the group stumbled off, Cecil stared appreciatively at Sunny. Maybe I'm on to something with this whole name deal. He considered going through the same process with his machete, though quickly decided against it, figuring that Sunny had proven her worth already, whereas the blade had yet to show any use.

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