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[RP] Omnicide II

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TrainerX:
 Cyrus woke up in his cell, and heard footsteps echoing in the narrow hall. Five men walked up to his cell. One of them was a high ranked soldier, who was giving orders to the other four men. He was Caucasian, with a red beret on his head. He had one of those moustaches that badass generals have in movies. The cell door opened, and two of the guards walked in. They grabbed Cyrus' arms and brought him out of the cell. The leader of the group walked up to Cyrus. The two other guards held his legs so that he couldn't kick him.

"So you're the next sorry looking son of a b*tch that's going to fight in the Omnicide games. One of the newest participants killed himself, so you get to start early."

"Lucky me."

The soldier ignored Cyrus' remark, and continued.

"Here's how things work here. You will fight 6 days a week in an arena against other participants. Each one of you is put into a team. There are four teams, each with fifteen participants. Each match will have different rules, which you will follow if you don't want to be punished. When you are killed, you are transported to an infirmary where any wounds are healed and any lost weapons are returned to you. Guns don't work outside of the arena, and if you kill anyone with any other kind of weapon, you will be punished severely. You may use any free time however you wish. You will know which areas of the building are restricted, and there will be no excuses for entering any of these restricted areas. You have been placed on Team Eclipse, you will be shown to the barracks, your weapons will be waiting for you."

The man waited for Cyrus to make another sarcastic remark, but Cyrus didn't speak.

"I hope you're not trying to think of a way to escape. It would be disappointing if I had to kill you already."

Cyrus remained silent. The other man punched him in the stomach, and told the guards to take him to the barracks. They took him to the barracks, and threw him into team Eclipse's room. No one else was there, so he found the only unoccupied bed in the corner. His weapons and armor were on the bed. He put his armor on, put the dagger on his belt, and his spear across his back. He started wandering around the building to make sure that he knew where everything was. After that, he headed to the cafeteria, which was filled with 59 other people. Apparently, a match had just finished. There was a big monitor on one of the walls, which showed scores from the previous match, as well as the overall rankings.

So this is Omnicide. I guess if I'm going to be stuck in this sh*t hole for a while, I better earn some respect and make a few "friends."

St. Jimmy:
The match was over, and Eclipse and Cadogan won.  Did Whisp care? No.  Some celebrated, while others pouted, and some grieved at their position in the bottom ten, and vowed to make it out and live another week.  Most won't.  Afraid that he might end up feeling sorry for someone, Whisp left the cafeteria and went to Crimson's barrack.  He then lied in his bunk, and stared mindlessly at the ceiling.

Bing:
Jed, was cleaning Willy when he noticed a weird looking man walk in and lie down on the bed next to him.

"Name's Jed.  Now who the hell are you?" 

St. Jimmy:
The man in the adjacent bunk, who very much resembled a cowboy, spoke to Whisp.

"Name's Jed.  Now who the hell are you?"

Whisp simply glared into the man's eye, only for a moment, and then turned back to stare at the ceiling.

Bing:
"Well same to you buddy."

Jed went back to cleaning Willy.  It seems this man is anti-social.

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