[RP] The Omnicide Reality

[St. Jimmy]

Sure.  Crimson then remembered that the fight was ina an apartment complex.  He ran back to his room and grabbed that P90 again.  He went to the firing range to practice with it.  He did okay, but he didn't get any bullseyes.

[Mr. Fox]

My sword was all i was going to need. the close quarters would make it deadly... I sat the entire morning sharpening my sword, knives, Shurikens, and my K-Bar.

[St. Jimmy]

Crimson was walking out of the firing range when something hit the gun.  Some retard was playing around witha sword in the halls and slash his gun.  It was completely busted.  Crimson turned to the inconsiderate asshole with the sword, What the Hell!  Crimson threw the gun down and stormed away. 

[Desbear]

renegade then started going threw a vent but he was wrong there were guards up there he got caught and was thrown back into the training room he then started practicing with his knifes in close combat

[St. Jimmy]

Crimson went back to his room, searching through his weapons.  He didn't have time to get used to another gun.  He then pulled out this triple-bladed claw thing.  He wasn't exactly sure what they were, but he liked them and were really good with them. These will do just fine. He then equipt himself with his kunai, shuriken, and pistol as well.  He then went to the training room and started shredding the dummies with his claws.

[Frenchfry]

"Don't you have anywhere else to be, kid?"
"C'mon, I know he's compensating for SOMETHING. Is he a midget? Got a distinct lack of muscle tone? Maybe he's got a huge boil on his face that no cream will get rid of?"
"I don't know, I never met the guy! Now go do something else!
Security had just about doubled, which suited Stefan just fine. He was having plenty of fun bothering the guards.
...It WAS a bit troubling, though. He wasn't an outstandingly good marksman, and these guys were all armed to the teeth. When he made his escape attempt, he would have a hard time getting past more than one or two of these guards.

[PkMn Trainer Black]

When Dakentio woke up, he seen that there has been an increase in the guards. All were pretty much armed, but they looked like they could handle a regular swordsman easily, which he wasn't. He decided to go to the training room to train his special skills, but seen that two people were already in here: one with claw weapons and another with knives.

What teams can I go to for this game, you two?

[St. Jimmy]

There was a voice behind Crimson, asking a question.  Crimson responded, If it's a team you need, then you should join Team Rex, but you'll have to ask our leader first.

[Mr. Fox]

So who is your new friend Crimson?
I looked at this new kid, I wondered if he had any experience...

[St. Jimmy]

I'm not sure who he is.  He walked in asking about teams.

[Mr. Fox]

ok, I'll help. In team Rex you are more likly to make through the end of the week, but you WILL do what I say, when I say. Team Nova is the next best, but they lose around 2 people a week. Team Luna, they are full of noobs and need new guys every week, about 3. Team Flare, they make up the last of the people lost. Make up your mind...

[Wailord]

Night had come. Still hiding in the lockers I waited untill two night guards had passed, where I slipped out silently doing my best to avoid attracting any attention.

I was getting outta here.

Sticking too the shadows I crept along passing the elimination room. All the lights were turned off.

Nice and dark. Just the way I liked it.

Approaching the chemical lab I unsheathed my knife and attempted to pick the lock. Unfortunatly that didnt work. I tried again. But the lock was too strong.

I stared closely at the lock. It was made from iron. I grinned as a genius idea shot into my head.

I drew my knife once more drawing an equation out on the wall

Iron + Air + Water ------> Hydrated Iron oxide.

I had my Iron. I had my Air. But where the hell was I going to get my water? This would require me sneaking back once a night to douse the lock in water .

It would take a mere week before the lock rusted up and I would be able to break in. It was genius. But where the hell could I find enough water to soak the lock every night.

I silently returned to my quarters. My mind vigourously ticking away thinking of idea's.

[Declan_23]

Deccers rolled out of bed after waking. He began his new training regime: 50 situps on the rug next to his bed; a 2k run through the halls and 50 pressups to finish. Sure, he wasn't going to win any marathons, but being even slightly fitter than your opponent was a huge advantage in close quarters combat. After sweat had formed a thin sheen on his body, he headed towards the shower room, once again kissing the coin around his neck.
Before breakfast, he bombed up his magazines, and checked the cocking mechanism on his gun was oiled correctly. As he picked it up, a note fell out.
'That's interesting, But who would want to help me? I've not exactly done anyone any favours around here. I wish I could ask him how he did it. I wouldn't mind my rifle and pistol being altered too.'

[TrainerX]

((Rex, Team Rex is best, Team Luna is second, Team Nova is third, and Team Flare is worst))
Kain noticed that there were more guards. He couldn't figure out why. Unless someone told them that everyone at Rex's meeting was going to escape. Kain sat on his bed, waiting for the match to start.

[Frenchfry]

Running out of guards to annoy, Stefan went back to his room for a moment, closing the door and sitting directly under the security camera, hidden from its view. Procuring his Single Action Army, he started dismantling it, until all 49 parts were out in front of him, the weapon no longer resembling anything useful.

...Wait, what? Forty nine? A 3rd gen Single Action Army only has forty eight parts. That little green rectangle shouldn't be there. Quietly, he slipped the extra part into his pocket, putting the weapon back together.