Pokemon Universe MMORPG
Creative Discussions => Roleplay Corner => Other Roleplay => Topic started by: Mr Pokemon on September 04, 2011, 05:24:44 AM
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The players escaped. The game was cancelled. For 12 years they played re-runs. People tired of Omnicide, and stopped watching. The owners lost money, and had to do something before they were forced to go on the streets. They gathered a new group of players, a total of 60, and divided them again into 4 teams of 15. The rules are the same, however this time, they prepared for a breakout. Security is doubled, and the guards are highly trained. They removed the firing range, replacing it with an empty room called the "Multipurpose room," although its main use was for beating unruly players who decided not to fight.
Ground Rules:
These rules must be followed at all times while RPing. They shouldn't be too hard to follow if you just use some common sense.
If a rule is broken once it will result in a warning. If it is broken again, you may be kicked out. However, there will be a vote amongst the other RPers to decide.
-No God modding. This means that you cannot control other RPers against their will.
-You cannot make your character overpowered. This makes the RP less fun for others, and quite honestly, yourself. Please be realistic, if you don't know if something is possible, assume it isn't.
-Use proper grammar and spelling. People will take you more seriously if you do this. Plus, it is hard to read and understand, and gets very annoying.
-Please don't make ridiculously short posts that say next to nothing. If you are going to make a post, at least put some time and effort into it. Nobody wants to read through 3 pages of posts that aren't necessary.
Profile Skeleton (Send me, filled out, in PM):
PU Name:
Omnicide Name:
RP Age:
Bio:
Personality:
Image (Optional):
You may not use the same character as you did in the first Omnicide.
That wouldn't make sense, now, would it.
And also, be creative. Don't copy characters from other games or shows/movies, that is plagiarism.
JerryEDIT: Approved as exception given the previous success of the RP :)
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I woke up with an achin' in my head. I was in a strange room, with strange people. Last thing I knew I saw some men dressed in those fancy suits come into my prison cell, and then...
I forgot what happened after that, but apparently it wasn't good. I looked to the person next to me, a young man who looked like he'd seen more than he should've in his life.
"What the hell is this place?" I asked him. He turned, and looked like he'd heard the funniest darn thing.
"Newbie, eh?" He said, then chuckled and turned away. I didn't know what to do from there, so I went back to sleep.
When I woke back up, nobody was there anymore. I got up, and walked around a bit before I realized I was lost. When I found people, they were all in a big room eating food. I looked for a clock, only to find somethin' that looked like a scoreboard, with some names I'd never seen before. I went to where some guys had formed a line, I assumed that was where I got food. The food the other guys got didn't look very appetizing, but I was starvin', and that was the only food around. When I finally got my bland food, I found a spot to sit away from people. Looking around the room, most of the people looked like they were fairly average, apart from the expressions on their faces. There wasn't a smile in the room.
The room cleared out, and I left with the rest of them. They all went back to bed, as did I. I didn't get to sleep 'till early morning. All the time I was awake I had time to think. It wasn't a while after I lied down that I realized where I was. I didn't think I would ever smile, neither.
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Whisp stood in front of a sand bag. He stared it down as if it was an opponent. Scanned it, looking for weak points. Then, without warning he lashed out, sending a flurry of fists into the bag. He continued to jab at sand bag, then, delivered a stronger punch which was intended to break it open, or make it fly across the room, or something. But it just swung back and forth, still dangling from the ceiling. He was displeased with his performance. It was obvious he needed to train more. Unsheathing his dagger (http://thedarkblade.com/wp-content/uploads/robert-shiflett-black-fantasy-typhoon-hook-dagger.jpg) he shredded the sand bag till there was nothing left but a pile of sand on the floor. He then left the room and down the hall toward the cafeteria.
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I was on a bus headed to Military School. Ugh what a life...I was sleeping when a helicopter could be heard over head and I woke up. I sat up and saw that the helicopter was over head and a rope had been droped. A man dropped down and started cutting a hole in the roof, he climed in after his work was done and walked right up to me. I tried to think what I could have done that was so illegal that the special forces would be sent to pick me up. But on the other hand anything was better then school.
He grabbed my shirt and attached me to the rope. He yanked on it twice and up we went. The helicopter disengaged from the bus and headed into the desert.
-Where are we....
The man hit me in the chest and told me to shut the F**k up. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like where i was going.
After about an hour a complex came into sight. Ten minutes later I could see that it said Omnicide. I had never been a fan of the show, but i knew what they did there... I was soooooooooo screwed...
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The van bounced up slightly as it hit a bump in the road. Cecil was grinning at the Omnicide thug sitting across from him, who happened to be the one responsible for the large cut running along his cheek.
"Why'd that make you so angry, anyways, bud? That rapist I shot a friend of yours? Yeah, you look the part of a submissive BDSM partner."
The guard leaned forward, grabbing Cecil by the collar and punching him across the face. He tasted blood.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
He felt another punch and fell to the floor. When he looked up, he saw the guard staring down at him. "You hear me now, ya' piece of sh*t?"
Cecil laughed, spitting out blood. "No, you're gonna have to speak up."
The next few seconds continued this way, until the van stopped, and he was dragged into the Omnicide building by the sleeves of his shirt, laughing hysterically as blood dripped out of his reopened cut. "You don't wanna touch me, buddy, you don't know where I've been!"
They left him in a small white room, with only the now-locked exit, another door, and a closet. Inside the closet, he found his rifle and a machete, along with their respective holster and sheath. The machete confused him, but he took it regardless, placing the machete on his back with the grip protruding over his left shoulder, subsequently slinging his rifle over the opposite shoulder.
He entered the door, stepping into a large room filled with both people and bunk beds. A young man with white hair, sporting a black beret, approached him, smiling warmly.
"Hey, newbie. You look like you just went through hell. Welcome to Team Cadogan."
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Whisp grabbed a tray covered in Omnicide's usual slop and sat at a small table in the corner of the cafeteria. It was dim and dusty, but Whisp didn't seem to mind. Everyone assumed that he was happy sitting in the corner alone, that he hated just about everyone here and preferred to stay away from them. He removed the cloth that covered his mouth and began to eat, though he refused to look at the gruel. He scanned the mess hall, taking notice of everyone there. A few of the newbies stuck out in his mind, though not as a threat. He continued to scoop the putrid excuse for food in his mouth as he looked out into the room.
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Some freak walked up to me. He had a large cut running across his cheek. I tried to talk to him..
-H..hi. I...I'm Daniel... Whats your...name? Oh..thanks...you know whats going to happen to...us?
I looked around and saw a lot of meat heads, it appears as though i had been put in a team of people who cared more about their muscles then intelligence.
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"Team Cadogan? What the hell is a Cadogan?"
The boy in the beret's grin widened. He turned to face the rest of the room. "Hey boys, new guy wants to know what a Cadogan is!"
Several members piped up a multitude of information, revealing that Cadogan was actually a person. "Stefan Cadogan was a player at Omnicide twelve years back." "He was part of the breakout" "Out of everyone, Cadogan was voted by viewers to be the second most bizarre, due to how nice he was for an Omnicide player." "Number one was the sniper, Calx, but he was completely insane." "I hear he could shatter concrete walls with a single kick."
The boy patted Cecil on the shoulder. "We're his legacy, newbie. My name's Danny, by the way. I'm in charge of this team. Come on, let's head on down to get something to eat. What's your name?" Danny led Cecil out the door, through a hallway.
"Name's Cecil. I'm a sniper."
"Cecil, huh? That's one classical name, man." Danny pushed a set of double doors open, revealing what looked like a cafeteria. "Hey, Cadogan! This here is our newest member, Cecil. Now he's my buddy, so be nice!" Several hands were raised in greeting, some of which held berets identical to Danny's. Apparently it was something of a team uniform, though not everyone in the last room had been wearing one. Danny patted him on the shoulder. "We'll get you a beret after our next game, bud. You don't have to wear it, but I think it's pretty badass myself."
Cecil shook his head, chuckling to himself. These Cadogan fellows seemed pretty friendly for a group of gladiators. He sat down at a table among some of his teammates, responding to several questions about where he came from, his gun, and how much of a team player he was.
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Commotion sprang out from Team Cadogan's side of the cafeteria. A new member had just been assigned to their team, and they seemed to be treating him fair enough.
Whisp was on Team Crimson, not that he he acted as if he was. He'd slit anyone, regardless of who they are or what team they're on. Though, he found Crimson a fitting name for an Omnicide Team. Not only was it the name of a top Omnicider twelve years back, who was involved in the mass breakout, but it was also the color of blood, which ranked as the most common liquid found in Omnicide.
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It turns out that he wasn't talking to me and i stepped away. I hopped no one would notice me, I didn't want to become one of these guys chew toys. As I tried to slip through a door that read cafeteria one of the meat heads grabbed my shoulder.
-Who the hell are you?! Get the hell out of here you little book worm!
He picked me up and threw me through the door. looks like i wasn't wanted in there... I found an empty table and sat there, I didn't know what was expected of me. I looked around for a computer, none to be seen. I slumped in my seat and fell asleep.
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"What the hell?"
Jed woke up on the floor clutching a bottle of Jim Beam. Looking around he recalled talking to some bastard about a life and death game.
"Ah, this must be the Omnicide games that guy was talken bout."
A strange looking man walked up to Jed.
"Your finally awake. Welcome to Omnicide and team crimson... Please enjoy your stay."
Staggering to his feet. "Bout dam time, oh and where the hell is the mess hall, I'm starved."
"It's down the hall this way."
Taking a swig of Beam, Jed stumbled down the hall and into the mess hall.
Under his breath. "Bout dam time..."
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I woke up to a sharp kick to my shin.
-Whats your name nerd?!
-Daniel, why?
-Get your ass to team Clax's barracks!
I stood up and looked for the door. It was on the far side of the cafeteria. I walked into the barracks and fell into a bed.
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Whisp left the cafeteria, and went to the multipurpose room. He took notice of the man being beaten, but only for a second did he pay attention. Now ignoring the screams of pain behind him, he set up a target, and threw an array ofshuriken (http://www.swords24.eu/images/products/en/Shuriken_Cold_Steel_Sure_Strike_80TS.jpg) at it. Only one hit the bullseye. He twitched at the imperfection of his aim, because if was going to make a kill, if he was going to live another week, he needs to be perfect. Grabbing the shurken off of the target, he stormed out without one glance toward the bleeding man.
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Jed grabbed some slop, sat down and began eating. In between bits he took swigs Beam.
When he finished eating he stood up and walked out of the cafeteria. Bumping into the strange man from before.
Hey, where the hell is the team crimson barracks.?
"They're down the hall. We've placed your gear on your bed. Along with the requested beverage.
"Hmm... Thanks."
Jed walked down the hall towards the barracks.
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Whisp went to barracks and lay on his bunk. He noticed that the one next to his, which used to be vacant, now had someone's belongings. He then turned his head to face the wall, and drifted into sleep.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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A voice came out of the intercom, and it ringed all throughout the building:
"Attention, the first match of the week will take place in a wooded area. I repeat, the first match of the week will take place in a wooded area. The match shall start in 30 minutes. Please be prepared, and welcome all newcomers. End of message."
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He led me into a large room and told me to pick any weapon. He slammed the door and locked it. I looked around and examined the guns and bladed weapons. I found the lightest guns and hooked a few into some holsters I found. I found an AA12 , my favorite weapon from my favorite video fame. I grabbed as much ammo as I could carry and pounded on the door. He opened it and let me out. He pointed at a launch bay and told me to get in.
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Whisp went to Team Crimson's docking bay. He was the first one there. Soon enough more players began to fill the docking bay, all carrying big swords and guns and axes and things. It looked as if Whisp had nothing but his clothes, because he kept his weapons concealed.
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-Further details of the current match are now available. The next match with be a Search and Destroy match. (this should be familiar to any CoD players http://callofduty.wikia.com/wiki/Search_and_Destroy and for those of you who don't.) Teams Calx and Crimson are on one side and Teams Eclipse and Cadogan are on the other. Game starts in ten minutes. End message.
At least they used a match where i knew the rules. I just might get a good score here.
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Cecil stocked up on ammo in the armory. As he was leaving, he paused at the sight of a small switchblade hanging from the wall. After a moment of thought, he removed his Rifle, using the knife to carve a single word into the stock: Sunny. Thaddeus Rope, a renowned assassin, was known to give a woman's name to each of his weapons. Perhaps doing the same would grant him some luck.
"Cecil, let's go! You're gonna miss the start!"
Fumbling with the knife for a moment, he put it back on the wall, joining the rest of Team Cadogan and Team Eclipse at the entrance.
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Gus woke up to an announcement.
"The Fu** is this?" Gus looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8:00 a.m.
"Why the hell they gotta make us wake up at eight? Goddammit, I'm goin' back ta sleep." Somebody came up to Gus as soon as he closed his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing? You need to get up! A match is about to start!"
The young man looked around frantically.
"Get up! Get to the armory, we can't risk another loss today! I almost died last week!"
With that, he stormed off, and Gus unwillingly got up and trudged his way to the armory. On the wall, he saw a sawed off shotgun (http://c95946.r46.cf3.rackcdn.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/_/M/_MG_9773.jpg) that had his name written on it. Metaphorically, of course. Nevertheless, he grabbed it and held it close, for this was the only thing he could rely on.
When Gus went back to where he had been sleeping, a piece of paper caught his eye. It was a list of the matches that would take place that week. As he read it, he thought about how he would have so much enjoyed watching it on TV. However, now that he was here, things changed.
Monday:
Woodland - Search and Destroy* [No Respawns]
Calx & Crimson vs. Eclipse & Cadogan
Tuesday:
Shopping Mall - King of the Hill (Roof = Hill) [Respawns: 5 minutes]
Every team for themselves
Wednesday:
Hotel - Team Deathmatch (100 kills) [Respawns: 5 minutes]
Every team for themselves
Thursday:
Farm - Battle [No Respawns]
Eclipse and Calx vs. Cadogan and Crimson
Friday:
Hospital - Deathmatch [No Respawns]
Every man for himself
Saturday:
Mansion - Capture the flag [No Respawns]
Every team for themselves
*Due to popular demand, this will be the last Search and Destroy match.
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A buzzer sounded as the doors to the arena opened. Both teams charged in, but Cecil, along with Danny and a member of Team Eclipse stayed behind. The leader locked eyes with Cecil.
"Alright, Cecil, you know the drill. You die, and you're out of the match. That's an entire day of lost kills, so you don't want that. Richard and I are gonna stay back here for a few to get a plan started, then we're headed in. If you need help, call for us over this radio." He handed Cecil a small black two-way radio. "For now, I want you on defense. Set yourself up by our base and take down anyone trying to plant a bomb."
Somewhat surprised by Danny's sudden loss of levity, Cecil nonetheless nodded in agreement, clipping the radio to his hip, heading into the brush. He set himself up seven hundred yards behind their base, on a hill, laying flat underneath a fallen tree. Quietly, he removed Sunny from his back, aiming in the direction of the base and waiting patiently for the other teams to arrive.
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Whisp burst out of the arena and darted into the woods. He looked around for the perfect spot, but none were to be found. He continued to move through the woods. Finally, he stumbled upon a thick pine tree. It was perfect to hide in. He climbed up and held himself up in the branches. Then he just stayed there, and waited...
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Gus wasn't sure what was happening, but he was in a woodland. He ran up to a slender man hiding in the bushes with a rifle.
"You huntin' 'er what?" Gus asked.
"Anyway, whadda ya know about this here Omnicide thing? I don't know what's goin' on."
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"Dammit, fatass, get down!" Cecil reached up, grabbing the new arrival by the shirt and pulled him under the cover of the tree. He then returned his hand to Sunny's grip, settling back into position. "You're in stealth territory. You can't keep it down, get away from me." He paused, seeing someone from Team Calx approach the base, pausing near the center, procuring and opening a heavy-duty suitcase. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and pulled the trigger. His victim's head erupted into an explosion of red, then they vanished.
Cecil risked a glance at his ally before continuing. "They're trying to blow us up. We can't allow that. So get out there and make yourself useful. If you stay within a few feet of our base, I might be able to help you out if you get screwed over. Maybe."
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Gus looked out from behind the tree as Cecil shot.
"Hooo, sh*t! Oh, god!" Gus whispered. He had seen it on TV before, but in real life, it was so much more intense. Just knowing that the same thing could happen to him any second made his heart beat faster than normal, which, for Gus, was already pretty fast. He remembered what the other guy said. He had to stop them from blowing Gus' team up.
"I can't hit a damn thing from up here, I'm gettin' closer."
Gus slid down a hill, tumbling clumsily at the bottom, landing sprawled on his back. A few bullets whizzed over his head, blowing Gus' hair back. Breathing heavily, he quickly found a tree to hide behind, before several bullets came his way again. He glanced out from behind the tree to see if he could spot anyone, but it was just an empty forest. Gus ran to the next tree, and the next, and the next. He'd only covered 60 yards and was already tired.
That's what you get for working at a goddamn gas station your whole life, ya fat ass.
Gus realized he was going to need to get in better shape if he hoped to live through the week. He decided he would start after this match. Hopefully it would be a while before he was finished, but from the looks of things, he didn't think he would last another minute.
Gus ran out from behind the tree, sprinting as fast as he could to the next. He heard a few shots in the distance, before feeling a sharp pain in his right foot, causing him to tumble. Luckily, he was close enough to the next tree that he could safely crawl there, without taking anymore trouble. However, now he was stuck with nobody but the sniper behind him and 1 or more enemies in front.
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Jed awoke to find himself in a forested area. A note was stuck to his coat.
"You wouldn't wake up. So we dropped your sorry ass in the middle of the competition. It's search and destroy. You won't respawn, so don't die."
"Heh."
On the ground next to him was a bottle of Beam, Willy and a box of bullets.. Chugging half the bottle, Jed loaded Willy and then started walking north.
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Whisp was alert, taking in all the sounds from the battle not to far away from him. Suddenly, he heard someone coming. Just one person, so he wasn't worried at all. He saw a young man, probably around 17, who seemed like he was trying to get away from the rest of the fight.
Whisp launched out of the tree in a blur and cut the boys throat. He fell to the ground and vanished to the infirmary. He then darted back into the tree, and continued to wait.
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The doors burst open and all of my team mates ran out, it was our turn to plant the bomb. They went in every direction trying to find the bomb. I tentively stepped out of the launching dock and the door slammed shut and vanished. I jumped and a sniper bullet wized past my head, I hit the ground and crawled to a nearby tree. I sat there until a person came running past me. I shot My AA12 and it went strait into the air missing every shot. He turned towards me and leveled a gun at my head... I think I craped myself...
I heard the crack of a bullet, then a thud.
- I thought I told you to stay close to one of us?! Get your ass up and move!
He yanked me up and ran me to where the rest of our team was. One of them had the bomb and was moving to place it. A Sniper shot and he was dead.
-We need to take out the sniper...
-No duh! Now how should we do that mister nerd?!
-Have half of us launch a fake attack on point A and have the other half flank around and hit point A from the back. He is in the tallest tree. I pointed at the tree that he had shot from. I might be just a nerd, but I did pay attention to my surroundings.
He looked at me like I was stupid, and I then wished that I had said nothing.
-Get me team Crimsion's leader on the radio! You are a smart one nerd.
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Two men were running toward Whisp's position. He launched out of the tree and threw a shuriken at one. It just missed his jugular vein. Whisp then took his dagger and slashed a deep cut into the other man's gut. He was in pain, but still alive. Then, Whisp turned his attention to the other. Swinging his leg around he landed a kick into the side of the man's knee, though in return, he managed to shoot Whisp twice in the right shoulder. He fumbled toward the man who was now on the ground and kicked his gun away from him. Then, Whisp plunged his dagger deep into the man's heart, finishing him off.
The fight wasn't over yet. The other man had grabbed Whisp from behind and threw him into the tree he was hiding in. Now his entire body was in pain. The man then took his weapon, which was mace, and swung it strait at Whisp. He reacted fast and rolled off to the side and stood up. Every motion hurt, but he learned to ignore pain a long time ago. He continued to dodge the man's swings, but he could keep it up much longer.
Finally, a break. The man got the mace stuck in a tree trunk. Now was his chance. First, Whisp disarmed the man of his weapon. Next, he knocked him to the ground. Then he took the dagger, and cut his throat wide open. Soon enough, he disappeared, and Whisp was left alone. He finally let the pain soak in, and it was overwhelming. He fell to the ground. He wanted to lie there, but he knew he had to stay alive. He dragged himself into a bush, where he was practically unnoticeable, and just lied there.
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A heavier assault was launched on the base as members of Calx and Crimson poured into the base. Cecil shot down another two attackers, then crawled back down the hill, finding a new location to fire from. As he did, he removed the radio from his hip. "Danny, we're under attack. Send over anyone you can spare."
The other end crackled to life, a static version of his captain's voice coming out at a low volume. "Working on it, Cecil. we'll have a good twenty fighters over in a minute. Just keep anyone from planting a bomb in the meantime, eh?"
He rolled his eyes as he returned the radio to his hip. As it happened, I WAS planning on letting them plant it. He found his new location half-buried in a pile of fallen leaves. Once he was squared away, he returned his eye to Sunny's scope, watching silently over the base.
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-Crimson here! What do you want Calx?!
-We want to pull a flanking maneuver. Recall all your men and bring them to point A! Calx out! This better work Nerd!
I looked at my gun and noticed it was empty, I slipped another mag onto it.
-Where do you want me?
He looked at me.
-Where do you think?! We are taking the back lets move men!
The remaining 15 members of our team broke off and headed back into the thicker woods. As we went past Point A we could see Crimson attacking Point A head on, they were focused on them not us! As we came out of the thicker bush a sniper opened fire hitting the two men next to me.
-DOWN! HIT THE DECK!
We hit the got back into the woods as fast as we could. Our leader pulled out a grenaded and handed it to me.
-I will draw his fire, you throw this at him! YOU HEAR ME!
He darted out of the trees and made a run for a near by rock. I saw the muzzle flash and just chucked the grenade. A second later a loud explosion and a scream told me I had hit him.
Our leader beckoned us towards our objective. One of the others told me I had done a good job.
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For a moment after the explosion, Cecil allowed himself to bask in his seeming omnipotence. These men were like cattle before a slaughter. He could see and kill them. They could do neither to him. He returned to work, looking over his possible targets. One was a small, sickly looking boy, most likely a very new recruit. Another was clearly the leader, if his hand motions were anything to judge by. Officers love to wave soldiers on, and they love to point.
I wonder if he can still wave like that with a .408 bullet lodged in his heart.
Lining up the man's chest in his scope, the heart just below the center of the crosshair, he fired.
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Our leader went down with a single shot. I ran up to him and he vanished.
-What happned?!
-He's dead... Great so much for this plan! There are too many snipers!
-We are not running! We can win this with out him! come one stay low.
I ordered them to get low and we crawled to a small rocky outcropping.
-Any one have a sniper?
-Whats a little kid like you going to do with a sniper?!
-I am not a kid! I am 19! And I should be able to shoot it once before I break my arm off!
One of them tossed a sniper at me, it hit me square in the chest and knocked me down.
I dragged it to the proper location and set it up. Of course it was too big for me. I looked in the site and started scanning for the sniper. I remembered from a show I saw that snipers in Vietnam were trained to look for the glint of the enemy sniper's scope so that was what I would look for...
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He lay there in the dirt, blood slowly oozing from the two holes in his shoulder. He lay in retrospect, remembering the reason he doesn't speak, or trust anyone anymore. What happened? He had such a great life. Rebellious and free. A job he loved, a girl he loved, but that's the past, and it isn't good to dwell on such things. He came back to reality, and realized that he was lying under a bush. Something in his must have said "F*ck this," because he took his dagger, pierced his heart, and closed his eyes.
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Gus looked out from the tree one more time. He could have swore he heard footsteps or something.
This is it. This is my chance. If only I could see this mother fu**er...
*Crunch*
"I got you now, b*tch!"
Gus stood up on his good leg, turned to where the sound came from, and saw a young girl. He hesitated to pull the trigger. She was cowering, waiting to be shot. Gus couldn't bring himself to do it, he always hated the guy who shot the girl.
Before he knew it, he was under fire again. When Gus was back behind the tree, the girl worked up the confidence to bring up her pistol and look down the shaking sights.
Gus heard her whisper "Sorry," as she pulled the trigger, wincing at the same time.
What he expected was much better than what he got. Her shot fell a little low. Actually, it fell very low, entering at the base of his scrotum, and not exiting. He let out a howl of pain, loud enough to be heard at the opposite end of the large forest.
"Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!" Gus repeated this many times while rocking back and forth. In a fit of rage, he drew his shotgun and shot the girl square in the chest, the shot tearing through her shirt and skin. She disappeared almost immediately afterwards.
Gus lay down, trying to get focus on things other than the pain, but to no avail. At least he got a kill, that's something.
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Undisturbed by the scream he heard over the gunfire, Cecil continued to follow the group through his scope, waiting patiently for a clear shot. When they paused again, there was a good degree of fuss between them, eventually resulting in the small one receiving a sniper.
DSR-1. Bull-pup bolt-action sniper rifle compatible with .308 winchester, .308 winchester magnum, and .338 Lapua magnum. Fully loaded with scope attached, fifteen pounds.
"Jesus Christ, that boy is a twig."
Sighing as he aimed Sunny, Cecil took another deep breath, pulling the trigger when he had exhaled the last of his air.
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Whisp awoke in the hospital wing. He found his weapons lying on the table next to him, so he quickly collected them, and went to the cafeteria to watch the fight on the big screen. He wasn't surprised to see many people already taken out, including the one's he killed, who shot Whisp a nasty look. As do they all.
Looking up on the screen, he saw the focus was on a group from team Calx. One of there new kids, who very much resembled a stick, was taking aim with a sniper. Good luck with that. The camera then switched to a sniper from team Cadogan. Also a new person, but he seemed much more skilled. The battle was starting to get interesting.
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Hearing the gun fire, Jed grinned and downed the last of his beam. Grabbing Willy he ran in the direction of the noise. Suddenly an explosion rocked the ground next to Jed. Rolling away he managed to dodge the attack. A man appeared though the smoke, holding another grenade. Before the man could throw the grenade, Jed dropped to one knee, pointed Willy at the man's face and fired. The man dropped to the ground shot through the throat and disappeared.
"Dammit, I'm a little off today"
Jed, kept on running towards the sounds of combat.
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I saw what I was looking for I aimed for the glint and pulled the trigger... The next thing I knew I was on my back gasping for air the shot had flung me 15 feet back onto a rock.
-Holy poop! Is he breathing?! poop Sniper!
I could hear shot being fired all around us, this was the end of our little team, thirty seconds later all of us were being gunned down by another team. I drew my pistol and shot one of them in the head before i got shot in my leg, I shot again missing by a football field, another shot from me and another went down from a shot to his left kidney, then I got kicked in the head and killed in return...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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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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."
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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"Well same to you buddy."
Jed went back to cleaning Willy. It seems this man is anti-social.
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People started leaving the cafeteria, and Cyrus noticed that everyone in Team Eclipse was gone.
I guess I'll go introduce myself.
He walked through the halls until he stood outside of Team Eclipse's room in the barracks. He opened the door, and walked inside. At first glance they were just a group of random men. Well, that's just what they were. But they were pretty organized, considering that they were just a random group of men taken from the streets, prison, or wherever they found all of these men. They had three squads, each with five men. Each squad had a leader, a sniper, someone who used swords, spears, or other close quarters weapons, an assassin, and someone who used guns of various kinds. They got inexperienced men most of the time, so this system worked quite well. They just trained them to use whatever they needed them too. Exceptions were made sometimes, but it generally worked like that.
Eclipse's leader walked across the room until he stood in front of Cyrus.
"So, you're Cyrus. I'm Soren. Let me explain how things work here. You will be placed in a group with four other men. You will listen to your squad leader's orders in each match. If he dies, one of the other two leaders will give you your orders. Most of the time, you'll join one of the other squads and you will attempt to complete the most important objective. However, I have the final say over anything, which means you will follow any of my orders whether it interferes with your squad leader's orders or not. The squad you'll be joining is named Delta, my squad is Alpha, and the other squad is Beta. The names sound a little bit weird, but they work. They were like that before I got here, and there's really no good reason to change them. I want you to be well rested before our next match, so don't take to long to introduce yourself to the rest of your squad.
((I'll just finish this in another post))
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The other members of Team Cadogan had gathered around Cecil in a half-circle, listening intently to what he was saying.
"...So Mister Rope, he's like, a total white collar assassin. Probably one of the only people that makes a suit and tie badass. Mister Irish is a drunken bastard, but somehow still manages to be a shotgun surgeon when he's practically off the charts. These two are pretty much the best killers on the planet. Anyway, so that's why I decided to name Sunny."
One of the younger members piped up. "Wow... So that's what happened to Armor Plateau? I figured they'd just run out of potential customers."
The sniper couldn't help but smile. Omnicide may be a prison, but it was almost enjoyable with so many friendly faces around. Sort of like a bubble of pre-apocalyptic society.
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Lance had me doing push ups. It wasn't going to well...
-Come on you lazy nerd! Not bad, two down forty eight to go.
I fell flat on my face with exhaustion. Maybe I should have paid attention in P.E. Lance gave a big sigh and walked out of the room. I picked myself up sat down, my arms were throbbing, I noticed that no one else was in the room. I stood up and walked out of the white room and went into our barracks. None of them would even look at me, it was like I was a ghost in a room of meat heads. I sat in my bunk and tried to break the ice with the guy across from me.
-So when is...
He got up and walked out. Every one seemed to follow his example, and they all got up and left. Soon I was left alone in the room. I felt like I felt back home, the feeling wasn't new to me, but I had never been rejected so quickly and by those who I would spend the rest of my, now obviously short, life. I fell face first into my bed and started to cry, I didn't know where the tears came from, I had spent nearly a decade learning to hold them back, but still they came. I was so screwed and I knew it...
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Cyrus walked to his bed, and one of the four men near his bunk got up.
"Welcome to Omnicide Cyrus. I'm Jared. I'm the leader of this squad."
He had a hand-and-a-half sword in a scabbard on his belt.((Just in case you don't know, a hand-and-a-half sword is a sword that can be used with one hand or both hands.)) He was tall and muscular, with short black hair.
He pointed towards a thin man with blonde hair. He had some smoke around his belt, a few knives, and a bow on his back.
"That's Drake, our assassin."
Then he pointed to a Russian man in a full suit of camo.
"That's Dmitry, he's our sniper.
He pointed to the last man. He had two pistols and an FN SCAR.
"And this is Lance. I want you well-rested before tomorrow morning. Soren might seem like a nice guy, but if you mess up and cost us the match, he'll get really pissed, and then he makes the rest of us miserable."
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Gus looked around. The lights went out sequentially on the ceiling, leaving the room in complete darkness. He curled up and closed his eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep.
When the lights came on, startling Gus awake, he looked for the nearest clock. It was 6 o' clock AM. He had plenty of time to get breakfast and prepare his weapon before the battle started.
Gus got to the cafeteria, got his slop, and sat down next to several people he recognized from Eclipse. They seemed more able-bodied than himself. Of course, almost everybody did.
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As had been the case last morning, Cecil woke up to the barrel of a gun. This time, however, he didn't pay much attention to it, knowing it wasn't any danger to him. Taking advantage of the time he had before the game, he visited the armory. The top ten section was still off limits to him, but he still came across a few valuable items, including a land mine and two feet of piano wire. After adding the two potential weapons to his inventory, he made his way to the cafeteria, sitting with a few other Cadogans.
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I woke up some time latter, my pillow was sopping wet. I did my exercise and refocused on the goal, get above the top ten. I stood up and went into the cafeteria, knowing that none of my team members would let me sit with in one hundred miles of them, I found an empty table and sat down. The slop was hideous, I almost puked when I ate it, but I was so hungry I ate all of it.
Having my eaten my food, I went into the training room and found the smallest guns I could find I wasn't able to carry the big ones so I would run with the smaller ones. The guns I settled on were the G-18 (http://www.google.com/imgres?q=g18+gun&num=10&hl=en&gbv=2&biw=1024&bih=653&tbm=isch&tbnid=Iw4mcrf6I3iQ_M:&imgrefurl=http://www.saintsrow.com/forums/topic/44919&docid=GWYVio9AAwmBpM&w=768&h=576&ei=vOxsTvTcHariiAK0w435Bg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=723&vpy=351&dur=925&hovh=194&hovw=259&tx=96&ty=90&sqi=2&page=1&tbnh=160&tbnw=230&start=0&ndsp=11&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0) and Vector (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:TDI_Vector_(Kris_Super_V).jpg) With these I could maybe aim and shoot.
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Whisp awoke and went to the cafeteria to get his morning gruel. After obtaining his tray covered in... Whatever... He approached his usually table to find a poor, lonely individual sitting there. Now for Whisp this simply won't do. So found a lone chair and sat, quietly eating his... "food."
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Cyrus followed the rest of his team to the cafeteria, and sat down with the rest of his team. The more experienced men gave him advice throughout their meal. When they all finished, the intercom turned on, and it gave them the usual announcements. The next match would be starting in 10 minutes. Team Eclipse made it's way to the gates and separated into their squads. Soren gave the other two commanders their orders, and they handed out radios to their squads. Now there was just 5 minutes left, and Cyrus was actually a little excited. Or maybe he actually felt like he was going to throw up that crap that they called food.
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Whisp made his way to the launching gate. He leaned against the wall, sharpened his dagger, and waited for the onslaught to begin.