[RP] The Omnicide Reality

[Mr. Fox]

It is a replacement barrel for you gun. I hope it is the right size.

[Declan_23]

Deccers woke up in some kind of dormitory, beds lined both walls.
The bastards! This is why they wanted to take me alive, so I can be a player in one of their sick games.
After studying the ceiling for a while, a voice came over the tannoy.
'This conclude today's game. Good game people.'
People slowly filled the room. Deccers reckoned he could split them into two groups, battle hardened veterans and those with no will left to live.
Poor buggers.
To his disgust, some of the harder looking guys sported gang tattoos. He rolled up his left sleeve, exposing his winged dagger. There'd be no dispute as to which side he fought on.

[Frenchfry]

Stefan opened the package. It was a 5.5 millimeter Colt Single Action Army barrel. That wasn't the end of it, either. It'd been engraved by the previous owner, with what looked like a dragon curving upwards along the barrel, with its snout landing just on the tip. It was beautiful.
"Well... That was very considerate of you, swordsman."
Stefan stood up and stretched.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find a new team. I got stuck on Flare, you know?"

[Mr. Fox]

((dose your char know mine or what. Because I have a gang on the outside...))

[Declan_23]

Everybody carried a weapon, weapons that Deccers had never thought would be viable in modern battle: Swords, pikes, hell some guys even carried bows. He felt naked without his rifle and body armour. He stopped some poor soul aimlessly wandering around with a mace in one hand.
'Sorry mate, but you wouldn't know where the armoury is would ya?"
The man merely lifted an arm in the general direction of a sign.
'Cheers.'

Walking along seemingly endless corridors, he checked the possessions that he'd been left with. His ipod in his pocket, and the coin strung around his neck were all that remained other than his clothes of his previous life.
Gonna be a pretty clean break I guess.

Upon reaching the weapons store, Deccers was taken aback. Weapons from every era of history lined the walls. A few aisles down were what he was looking for, modern weaponry and armour.

((He doesn't know him personally but fought gangs outside))

[Wailord]

I watched as Rex gave the Barrel within the package to Stefan.

How did I know it was a Colt barrel? Because I had tampered with it. Scratching with my knife

"ECLIPSE WAS HERE"

Underneath the barrel, Just for a laugh.

I carried on Pouring oil down the barrel of my Sniper.

[Mr. Fox]

I saw a new person walk into the weapons room I followed him. I need new people to relpace the one I had lost last week... I walked up to him and noticed his tattoo.
Hey, you new?

[Declan_23]

Deccers checked out the standard kit from his army days:
The L85 assault rifle, medium range, medium firepower, medium weapon; a 9 milly for sidearm and a bayonette. He settled for kevlar body armour over ceramic, it didn't seem many people used firearms here. Fresh DPMs, webbing and 8 mags to finish.
He began to strip and oil the weapons, you could never be too careful and he intended to keep them for some while yet.
A boy approached him. Deccers noticed his sleeves were rolled down.

'Hey, you new?'
'Who wants to know?' was his gruff reply. He didn't want to make friends. Survival was his one aim.

[Mr. Fox]

Rex W Argin. Leader of Team Rex and the RGA. And if you want to make it here you might want to join a team.
This guy looked mean, I had tred carefully...

[Wailord]

I glared across at Rex chatting to a new boy in the field. One more kill for me.

[Declan_23]

'Rex W Argin. Leader of Team Rex and the RGA...'
Deccers didn't want to hear any more. He sprang to his feet, pulling his kit onto his back.
Snarling, he pushed his face into Rex's.
'You dare to come near me again and I'll rip you limb from limb.' Spittle sprayed the boy's face.

He pushed past him, making his way back to his dorm.
The guts that kid has to talk to ME about joining the RGA
He fingered the 2 pence coin around his neck and his throat choked as he was overwhelmed with memories.

[Mr. Fox]

I didn't know that tattoo, but he knew who I was. I was going to have to ask my men.
Hey ass hole! At least tell my you name!

[Declan_23]

'Hey ass hole! At least tell my you name!'

'Deccers' He managed to splutter out without it sounding like a sob.

((The winged dagger is the insignia for the SAS, technically a flaming sword but it's more commonly known as the former))

[Mr. Fox]

Deccers... I knew that name. I walked to my barracks and gathered my men.
Who is Deccers, and what gang does he belong to?!
Uh... sir?
YES!
He is a soldier of our rival gang the Winged Daggers.
The Winged Daggers? But their leader was my friend.
What do you mean. The leader of them is my friend!
Sir the man you left in charge.. Uh... he decalerd war on them.
War, this was very serious... I had lost control of my army. I dismissed my men and told one of them to put out the word to kill Seth.

[Desbear]

renegade woke up in the infirmary and thought "okay seriously how in the world did i survive that?"renegade looks down to see a bunch of nano bots and says "i hate you"he then remembers  that he didn't have the skill to win he then thought"thats it no more nano bots i need to train without nano bots" renegade on his way to the training room saw a new guy with a L85 assault and thought "okay is it just me or is there a lout of new guys with guns i wish i could change weapons wait if i'm not using nano bots i need a solid weapon" renegade then says to the new guy "do you know where the armory is?"