[RP] The Omnicide Reality

[Mr Pokemon]

Demos sat, smiling at the feud over the TV. Rex wasn't doing himself any good arguing so much. How did anybody like him?
Demos turned to Stefan. "We're the Jewish. We just haven't found out who Hitler is yet."

[Frenchfry]

It took Stefan a moment to understand the analogy Demos had made.
"Well, I know something about him. Judging by the fact that all his henchmen carry M-freaking-60's, I'd say that this whole tournament comes down to one thing: The owner is compensating for a tiny penis."
The documentary played a few seconds of "Hitler's only got one ball," a skit from Monty Python's Flying Circus.

[Declan_23]

The rest of the day like it was going to drag on, apprently there wasn't much to do on days off except watch TV. Deccers had never really liked TV, the only useful thing they ever showed was the news, and he wasn't sure he could deal with what the outside world was going through right now.
To pass the time quicker, he headed back to the dorm and charged his mags, ensuring that he put three tracer rounds in first. That way, it'd be obvious when he was running low on ammo.

[Frenchfry]

"Alright, I'm gonna go watch the execution. I'm curious to see how the guys in charge around here kill off the losers each week."
Stefan got up and wandered out of the room, taking the remote with him.

[Wailord]

I looked up at the elimination board to see who had been selected.

My blood froze. I saw my name on the board. Not my Omnicide name, but my old name. The name I had not been called in 13 years.

Impossible! I thought to myself. I was 5th on the scoreboard of last game.

I looked around to see someone being dragged to the execution chamber, kicking and screaming

YO FOOLS YOU CANT KILL ME. IM CHARLES WHITEMAN MOTHA F*CKAS.

I gave a sigh of relief that it wasnt me. I shivered at the very thought of the name. That name reminded me of when my life was a hell hole. When my life was a world of pain.

[Silver]

Calx woke up to bright lights directly above him. He sits up and examines his face with his hands.
Where did she hit me? She never misses...
Moving his hands further down to his chest, he feels some scar tissue. Upon taking off his shirt, he finds the entry wound; the joint between his right shoulder and his right arm.
If she didn't plant one in my head, maybe I wasn't meant to die.
After putting his shirt back on, he begins to analyze his surroundings. White room, four lights, one above the only bed. Gun cabinet in the corner. No windows. Steel door, with a small LED sign on the inside, on the wall beside the door, a speaker. A message on the LED said,"You have been selected to compete in the Omnicide Games, if you refuse you will be executed with the rest."

Calx had heard of Omnicide. Who hadn't? He didn't picture himself as a player, but he sure as hell wasn't dying until he could find out what happened to have Nex take a shot at him. Deep in thought, he walks over to the gun cabinet, and opens it.
His M82, along with his beretta and knife was there, thank god. But at the bottom of the locker was what he was really looking for: a small leather bag attached to a rope. He scoops it up and puts it around his neck, leaving everything else in the locker.
Leaving the room, he finds himself in a hallway, filled with doors similar to his own. He decides to walk to the left, and watches a man being dragged, kicking and screaming, something about being "Charles Whitman". He didn't care. Proceeding down the hall, he walks into a room, with a few people in it, two bickering, while others sitting idle. Calx finds a corner and puts his back to it, and sits down examining the room, and the people in it.

[Frenchfry]

Almost out the door, Stefan noticed an unfamiliar face sitting alone in the corner with a sniper. Did Eclipse have an equally reclusive sibling or something?
He turned around and walked over to the new guy, curious as to what misfit had been tossed in with them this time.
Sitting down across from the new guy, Stefan greeted him.
"Howdy, new guy. How's Omnicide been treating you so far? Damp? Dirty? Unfriendly people?"

[Silver]

Well aren't you peppy?
"No clue just got here...why?"

[Frenchfry]

Not quite as reclusive as Eclipse, then.
"Because, new guy, between me and you, the worst thing about Omnicide isn't the constant threat of death. It's not even that only the top ten players get ice in their drinks. It's the goddamn people. You've just entered the wacky world of pricks."
A genuine smile crept over Stefan's face. It might sound cynical, but it was true.

[Silver]

Fun
Calx stands up, and walks back to his room. He opens the locker, puts on a chest holster, and puts his beretta in it as he walks back.
"Insurance" he mumbles, sitting back down in his corner.

[Declan_23]

Deccers looked up as the tough looking sniper entered the room, some poor sod behind him was being dragged away, screaming his heart out. He'd picked up enough now to know that he wouldn't be screaming much longer.
After sliding the last round home into the eighth mag, he flopped back down on his bed and begun a series of sit-ups.
Geesh, this place is a dump.

[Wailord]

I smirked to myself as I saw Stefan talking to a new guy on the block. Who also happened to be a Sniper.

He would know all the same tricks as me. My tactics. My knowladge. He was a threat.

I cracked my knuckles before standing up walking over to the new kid, giving him an uppercut in the chin.

I clicked my neck from side to side before getting ready to fight. Omnicide wasnt big enough for the both of us.

[Silver]

As the Uppercut touched his jaw, the beretta was under the assailants, safety off, finger on the trigger.
Not even 2 minutes after the warning.
"That felt nice, thank you." Calx says sarcastically. He smirks, "I wonder if this bullet through the jaw will?"

"Walk away."

[Mr. Fox]

It took awhile to get the hand of my new weapons, but I did. I walked out of my training room, because I go tired of waiting for Kain. I saw a sniper in the corner talking to Stephen. Joy another sniper. those people are cowards hiding behind hundred of yards and rocks... That Stephan is like a virus...

[Wailord]

I waited for him to shoot me.

He didnt even realise that the guns were unable to fire out of the arena.

I stood my ground, Readying a roundhouse kick.