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Post by noshield30 on Feb 29, 2012 16:45:27 GMT -5
Omar looked on as he saw one by one, people starting to put on the black suits and taking weapons from the rack. ‘I might as well do the same, just in case if they were important, wouldn’t want to be the only one left out,’ he thought. Omar then started to change into his black suit himself, feeling slightly awkward as he had never changed in front of so many people before. ‘Wow, this suit is a really nice fit, its as if it was tailored to suit my body perfectly’ he thought. Omar remembered how Olympic sprinters used to wear tight fitting suits that supposed to make them go faster. ‘Maybe this can make me run faster?’ ‘Yeah right,’ Omar answered himself.
Omar wandered off to the other room in the hopes of finding other interesting stuff. There were already a couple of people in the room. Omar noticed the huge monocycles, and thought how on earth are we supposed to take these out of the door? Omar then looked around again to find what appears to be sword handles without blades. Wow this looks cool. ‘This sword handle looks like the handle of a katana,’ he thought. ‘But why is it missing its blade? Don’t tell me..’ Omar thought a bladeless katana looked suspiciously like a bladeless jedi sword, before it’s activated, and sure enough, Omar found buttons on the hilt and pressed them, and just like his guess, a long katana blade suddenly burst out of the top of the hilt. ‘What the..’ and then it hit him. ‘These are real weapons we’re being given.’ What the hell are we being prepared for?’ A sense of dread engulfed him for a moment as he realised that truth.
Omar went back to the other room and blurted out to the rest of the people,’ I feel like something big is about to happen, and I think it is potentially dangerous. I think we’re being given these weapons for a reason. I suggest all of you change into your suits. I know some of you might not believe me, but I just have this feeling, I hope you will all do like I say and change into your suits.’
Omar's inventory : Gantz Suit, G Sword, X Gun
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Post by selloutboy on Mar 3, 2012 1:49:07 GMT -5
Rick motioned toward the door with his head in a "follow me" motion and walked back into the main room as Omar walked into the room with the motorcycle-like contraptions. He heard one of the chicks out there say something about a guy in the ball, and sure enough, Rick found the guy upon closer inspection.
The guy kind of looked like Rick's father, if Rick's father was a cancer patient. Well, if Rick squinted. Which he did.
Rick poked the sleeping guy on the forehead. No response. Rick poked him in the eyelid. Nothing. Rick shuddered.
"I dislike that little chemo man."
Keeping a watchful eye on the prison guards, Rick crept back over to his can of gasoline and picked it up in his off hand, holding his new rifle in the other.
Inventory: Suit (worn), controller (strapped to wrist), x-gun, g-sword, x-rifle, Desert Eagle .50 AE Handgun (6 bullets remaining), Police Baton, Stun Gun, Matches, Scissors, Plastic Baggie of Doggie Treats, Empty Crack Pipe, $500 in Small Bills
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Post by Gemini on Mar 5, 2012 19:55:33 GMT -5
Xion woke up in the room. It was spacious, except for the black sphere at the end of the room and the multitudes of people. He was slightly confused on what was going on. Had he just had a nightmare? All he could remember was being recruited by a group to go after a gang leader, shooting the gang leader and getting shot in the head. It wasn't a very eventful death, nor was it unexpected, but he got his job done. Was this the payment? He seemed to be surrounded by people and by the time he was fully materialized, he was lost. He didn't feel the blood trickling down his forehead like he expected. "In order of importance: Where the fuck are we? What the fuck is going on? and What in the bloody hell just happened? I could have sword I was dead..." He stood confused and quickly sheathed both of his switchblades quickly, hiding them up his sleeve. "Assuming anyone knows what is going on." He was rather inquisitive, especially for someone who just showed up out of nowhere. He stood about 5'5" with a thin frame. He wasn't strong looking, but he had the look of somebody who had already given up getting out alive. His eyes were a light green and were faded. His green hair, a shade of brown that looked green in most lights.
He moved around fast, looking out the window, examining everything he could and looking around. His instincts were starting to take over when he saw the guns. He didn't know what was going on, but, for the moment, he was still alive and he intended to keep it that way, even if the guns were toys. He grabbed an x-rifle, a suitcase, a y-gun, and an x-gun.. In his experiences, testing out everything seemed the best idea. He quickly opened the case and laughed. "Well, I guess someone was expecting us. These things look nice fitting." He dropped his clothes in the middle of the room, not even blushing in the slightest before putting the suit on and the controller. He checked inside for any other hidden compartments, but it seemed pretty standard. He kept the case on him, putting his clothes back on, hiding his switchblades again, shoving the x-gun in his pocket and the y-gun in the other, holding the rifle. "So... are we testing new equipment? And on each other or what?" He was talking through military experience. He was calm as he could be considering he either just died or was just drugged and taken somewhere he didn't know. He flexed his muscles a bit, happy the suit fit correctly. Inventory: Suit (100%), Controller (wrist mounted), X-gun (In pocket), Y-gun (In pocket), X-Rifle, 2 Switchblades (hidden up coat sleeves), and jacket.
[sorry about the crappy post, just wanted to post so ulrich could go on with it.]
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Post by Tame on Mar 7, 2012 9:05:44 GMT -5
A young man who might have been good-looking were it not for the blank expression he had on his face, stared round the room in disbelief. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his stomach as his would-be mugger had struck. Then the sound of the man fleeing, and he remembered... well, he supposed he must have lost consciousness, but it was hard to tell... it was like trying to remember falling asleep - you can't.
Then he was suddenly in this room full of people. No one had paid any attention to him, so he had been at liberty to stare about him, trying and failing to make sense of it all. His brain had, too all intents and purposes, temporarily shut down out of sheer bewilderment.
That black ball had begun playing that song, but he had hardly registered what it had sounded like, and then it had shown them some weird picture and opened. Then people had checked out what was inside - weird sci-fi weapons and suitcases. A few had left the room and come back wearing black suits - presumably they were what the cases contained.
Eddie didn't want to be the only one not to take any initiative, so without talking to anyone, and trying not to catch anyone's eye, he went over to the ball. Examining the suitcases, he was shocked to find one with his name on. However, he had the good sense to grab it. He also took one of the guns with three points sticking out of it (they looked like toys to him) and slid it into his coat pocket. Then he picked up one of the larger guns and lugged it and his suitcase out into the hallway.
There Eddie opened the case to indeed find one of the weird suit. Quickly stripping, he tried to change into it, but find he had even to take off his pants to do so. He got it over with as quickly as possible (unlike those weirdoes who'd just whapped their cocks out in front of everyone) and was soon suited up. Looking down at the case, he found a small gizmo thing in there, which he found could easily be strapped to the wrist.
Finally he took the smaller gun from his coat pocket and put it in the holstery thing on his right leg. Then he put the rest of his clothes back in his case, save for his coat. He picked up all of his remaining belongings and, with his hands full, managed to get them back to the main room. In a corner he dropped his suitcase, his bag and his coat, and stood ready for... whatever, with his larger gun in hand.
Eddie looked round again as the reailty, if that's what this was, of his situation, finally began to hit him. 'What the fuck am I doing?' he thought. He was standing in a weird room, full of weird people, wearing a gimp suit and holding what looked like a toy gun. Oh yeah, and just before that, he'd been stabbed. Now what the hell was going to happen next, and when?
Inventory: Suit, controller (on wrist), Y-Gun (right holster), X-Rifle
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Mar 11, 2012 15:26:56 GMT -5
Abel watched the people walk over to the ball and take whatever they wanted. He didn't like the sight of most of them: one looked like a shady bastard, another one was a pretty crazy-looking coke and metalhead, a homeless guy, some kid, a prisoner, and his guards... Quite the crowd you get when you're gathered together by dying. Most of the people were putting on those suits and that Asian kid from earlier was telling them to. He sighed, the suits had to be worth something if everyone was putting them on, right? Surprisingly enough, the prison guards didn't say a thing to everyone that was changing. Nor did they say anything about the two people that were projected into the room as Abel reached out to snag the suitcase with his name on it. With the case tucked in with his elbow, he took two of the remaining rifles with his somewhat-free hands. He handed one to the schoolgirl, who hesitantly took it. Sex with an underaged girl. Go for it.[/i]
"Oh, thank you..." Celine responded before asking the strange man, "Would you hand me one of those cases...? My name is Celine..." Thankfully, she had noticed that there were names on the cases. Abel had seen her case beside his and grabbed it, then held it out to her. Celine plucked the case from the German's grasp and nodded her thanks, before drifting into the bathroom. It was in there that she changed into her clothes and put on the suit. After seeing other people attach their devices to their wrists, she did the same. When she was finished, she jumped in fright at what she'd heard and nearly wet herself.
Peter was unable to handle the thoughts going through his mind. He remembered dying. His clothes were ripped apart - a testament to the fact he'd been killed. He didn't know where he was and it was driving him nuts. The wannabe-gangster snapped and walked into the main room, a psychotic glint in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his glock and aimed it at one of the cop's heads. They weren't looking at him. Nobody was. Everyone was too intent on saving themselves to care about anyone else.
He pulled the trigger on his gun and watched the bullet speed out and slam into the top of the Tom's head. The opposite side exploded, plastering the wall behind him with blood, gray matter, and skull. "Fucking pigs! Suck on that, shi-" Peter had gotten too caught up with the thought that he actually killed someone - he was talking instead of acting. As a result, John had been able to turn, lift up his shotgun and fire. The kid's head exploded as the shell bore through it, showering the kitchen's table and floor with crimson rain, bony bits of skull, and a fair amount of gray matter.
After the first gunshot, Abel had dropped to the ground, wincing at the ringing in his ears. He looked up and saw the two similar-looking guys drop down, too. The second shot went off, then the sound of a shell hitting the ground - it had been louder than the smaller 9mm shell. He turned around and saw the kid's headless corpse fall to the ground with its neck acting as a great fountain of blood, spurting it across the room, like a jet directed towards the hallway-side of the room. Celine stayed in the bathroom, clutching the rifle to her chest. She saw blood leaking into the room and prayed that she'd be left alone.
Morbius strode into the room after the gunshots, he saw one of the guards taking shotguns shells off of his buddy and some clips from his bag. With a toothy grin, his crimson eyes set on the corpse spraying blood. He'd smelled it, that's what brought him out. It looked good, too, that crimson color with its metallic taste... He could do with a meal to go, it almost made his mouth water. Morbius was glad that he kifed that sword hilt earlier, he had it in his side pocket. Using that would be definitely easier than making a weapon. Without a problem, the vampire grabbed Peter's headless corpse by the back of the hoodie and dragged him away. In fact, he made sure to grab the handgun from the kid's hand. The body had been placed on the back of the Monobike, with its stomach on the seat, after checking the kid for anything else. Morbius found two clips in the hoodie's pocket and put them in the opposite pocket as he put the hilt.
When Morbius was looting, John had taken to searching for ammo on his dead coworker and a case with his name on it. He never really liked Tom, the guy was a pain in the ass. Thankfully, the kid shot him, instead. Besides, now he had some more bullets for fighting whatever-the-fuck was coming up. After taking his suitcase, he glanced around the room. He watched as the guy on the floor's head started to disappear. "Everyone, get your shit together, we're out of here! If he's going, we're going!" The guard pointed at Abel's half-gone head and assumed that they were following him, since they were also all brought there.
Aside from Rick, Ellia, and Leslie, everyone else that saw the man inside the ball had ignored him. Remaining Equipment: 6 X-Rifles, 0 X-Guns, 1 Y-Gun, 1 G-Sword, and 1 Monobike.
Character Equipment: Abel: X-Rifle and suitcase. Celine: X-Rifle and suit, controller on wrist. John: Spas-12 (4 shells loaded), twenty-two spare (12 gauge) shells, body armor, M1911 Colt (7 rounds in clip), and two spare clips. Morbius: Glock 19 (9 rounds in clip), and two spare clips.
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Post by Tame on Mar 11, 2012 17:06:40 GMT -5
Eddie was lost in his own self-obssessed thoughts when the gun was pulled. He had just enough time to glance over at it, but when the shot was fired he hadn't even properly registered what was going on. He jumped out of his skin as the noise shook the room, but the shock of it was as nothing compared to the sight of the man's head exploding.
Letting the hand holding the gun fall limply to his side, Eddie raised his other hand to his mouth to help choke back the vomit that had just filled his mouth.
'Fucking pigs! Suck on that, shi-.'
A second shot went off, and a second head exploded. Vomit hit the floor. Eddie, doubled over, coughing and spluttering.
'Ugh, fuck...' he mumbled after a few moments, wiping his mouth clean and trying to recover. His glance fell on the boy's headless body just feet away from him, and Eddie quickly glanced away again. He was so grossed out that he was even a little grateful to the mental-looking guy who dragged the headless corpse away.
'Everyone, get your shit together, we're out of here! If he's going, we're going!' Eddie glanced up at the words. The guy who had fired the second shot was pointing at the half-gone head of a guy crouched on the floor.
'Fucking hell...' mumbled Eddie in monotonous tone, and just hoped that whatever was going to happen happened quickly.
Inventory: Suit, controller (on wrist), Y-Gun (right holster), X-Rifle
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Post by selloutboy on Mar 11, 2012 18:10:59 GMT -5
Rick ended up hitting the floor when the shots rang out. He looked up and saw two dead men and a prison guard with a smoking shotgun.
Self-defense? Murder? Rick didn't care at this point. If a gunfight was breaking out, he didn't intend to risk dying. Plus, he had some new toys to try out.
From the floor, Rick leveled his x-rifle at the remaining guard and pulled the top trigger. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but he quickly noticed that the x-ray screen on the back of the gun had frozen on an image of the place where he had aimed. Some kind of lock-on?
Rick grinned and pulled the bottom trigger.
"Bet you didn't think you were gonna die today. Surprise!"
Inventory: Suit (worn), controller (strapped to wrist), x-gun, g-sword, x-rifle, Desert Eagle .50 AE Handgun (6 bullets remaining), Police Baton, Stun Gun, Matches, Scissors, Plastic Baggie of Doggie Treats, Empty Crack Pipe, $500 in Small Bills
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Post by Gemini on Mar 13, 2012 18:33:47 GMT -5
Xion flinched as he watched the head explode. It wasn't the first time he had seen it, but it was that exact action that got him kicked out of military camp. A bullet into his best friends head, an accidental misfire from a gun that shouldn't have even been loaded. The memories flowed through his head, making him completely forget reality. By the time he snapped back, he saw the corpse dragged away.
Xion quickly went into the room as he saw the man's head dissapearing. He didn't know where he was going or what was happening, but Xion figured he had one of everything here, so he could figure things out when he got to... well, to where ever they were going. He looked around inside the room and saw a hilt in the room. Well, it was probably a broken weapon anyway, so he left it on the ground. He saw someone pull two triggers, but he didn't see anything leave the gun except light. Maybe these guns were like the laser guns at the toy stores, but either way he was freaking out.
"Enough damn killing. Every person we kill is another asset we lose."
With that he watched people vanish one by one.
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Post by queenofblades on Mar 15, 2012 13:21:10 GMT -5
Ellia didn't have any time to react when she saw one of the people in the room head explode. Her eyes grew big and for a moment she couldn't even breath. Until this day Ellia had never seen anyone die in front of her before. She always heard about deaths but never actually saw one. Her left hand slowly made it's way to her mouth and covered it up as she mumbled "Oh my god he's DEAD!" Ellia knew that she had to calm herself so that she could focus on the matter at hand. She was a police officer after all. "Calm down Ellia ju-just calm down. You are part of the NYPD and it is your job to stay focused." For a brief moment Ellia closed her eyes, took a deep breath and released it. When she opened them people started disappearing the same way they entered. "So are we leaving this place?"
Inventory: X-Gun, Controller, Suit, Y-Gun
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Post by noshield30 on Mar 16, 2012 22:07:15 GMT -5
When Omar saw Tom's head being blown off, he's reaction was that of indifference. It wasn't so much that he didn't care that somebody had just got murdered, it's just that it happened so fast and so suddenly that his mind literally could not comprehend what the fuck had just happened. A few seconds later, another person was also shot in the head. Some drops of blood managed to find their way onto his face. Before his head could get around the traumatic event that was happening before him, Abel's head started to vanish. Omar thought 'Oh,what now??' As Omar calmed down a bit, he realised that a gun fight between the policeman and their prisoner had just occured. And then as suddenly as the gun fight had happened, Omar saw Rick pull the trigger of one of those black guns as he aimed for the last policeman. 'Dude! That's the police your shooting at!' Unfortunately for Omar, he never got to see what happened to the policeman after, because at that moment his head started to vanish, and his vision was turned to somewhere else entirely.
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Post by βeηrγ on Mar 23, 2012 16:50:05 GMT -5
Brett instinctively fell on the ground as soon as the shots were fired. He covered his head as the bloodbath happened in an instant and when all was over, and he opened his eyes, he saw lots of blood in front of him. The fuck is happening here tonight... He thought as he blocked his nose with his fingers. He was always calm and he managed to remain calm even in this situation but the smell was something which he could not ignore. Then one guy screamed and Brett saw one of the dead people began to disappear just like they all had appeared in the beginning.
"So it's starting..." He mumbled to himself. He was ready.
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Post by Amphyess on Mar 26, 2012 13:58:24 GMT -5
Max had grabbed his coat and put it on so he could have his precious coke next to him but as he entered the room two people were shot and killed he couldn't but start laughing. Then he noticed Rick pointing his riffle at the remaining prison guard he didn't know the guy but if Rick was going to kill the guy Max was going to help he pulled out his x-gun and pointed to the guard and was going to pull the triggers when some guy(Max hadn't seen before but max thought must have been some guy the ball brought back) started shouting about not killing to which max retorted with "Hey lag fucker. hahah that's funny. But would yank that moral stick out of your ass and shut the fuck up if my pal going to shoot a fuck I might as well too dam-But as Max was talking the top of his head began to disappear.
Inventory: suit, x-gunX2(holstered), controller and a bag of coke
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Mar 28, 2012 10:10:48 GMT -5
Taylor rocked continuously as the gunshots sounded and he started screaming into his chest "NA-NA SAVE ME! NA-NA WHERE ARE YOU? WHY AREN'T YOU SAVING ME FROM THE DEMONS?"
When the shot's had finished and people were either screaming or shouting Taylor peaked out of his self made cocoon. He saw the bodies, this did not phase Taylor in the least as he was used to seeing dead people in different circumstances daily on the streets as a result of demons. What made Taylor shit himself, literally, was the sight of a demon in this very room (Morbius).
Taylor was physically frozen with fear, Taylor had seen that demon before in an alley sucking out someones soul and when that demon left the room with the body he screeched "NA-NA THE DEMON IS HERE!"
Before Taylor could react to any further he again froze but not out of fear, he was disappearing but so were other people.
Inventory - Clothes
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Apr 17, 2012 8:01:35 GMT -5
Everyone from the room found themselves standing in a cemetery in the middle of the New York countryside. The only exceptions were both prison guards and the young man, Peter. John's head had exploded when the last of the people were being transferred and he was starting to open the case with his name on it. Nothing was left of his head, aside from the blood and bits of bone that were splattered messily across the walls, the ball, and the floor.
The cemetery was expansive, stretching out for what seemed like at least half a mile to a full one in each direction from the center. Gantz had felt some sort of "camaraderie" amongst the new Hunters and decided to split up the main group, there was obviously no trust between them. The only question would be whether or not the idea was a good one. Only time will tell.
Ellia and Leslie were transferred, standing beside one another - though, the homeless man Taylor accompanied them both. The trio were in front of a mausoleum; it was towards the more-outer edges that the thing rested, filled with the "Menald" family's line. Atop a hill, the four that hadn't really talked to anyone - Morbius, Brett, Xion, and Eddie - were transferred. Abel, Celine, and Omar were elsewhere, in the middle of a sea of headstones, some of which were turned over. A sick joke on Gantz's part: Rick and Max were stuck with the useless Trainor brothers. All they were doing was screaming, they were superstitious about graveyards. The fact that they were standing on graves in the middle of one with two complete strangers wasn't helping things, either. The Islamic couple found themselves standing in the complete middle of the cemetery.
Spectral figures soared through the air, about ten of them were able to be seen. They sped along rather quickly, racing about in search of something. Three of them detected what they wanted and dove down. One of the figures lifted both of the screeching Islamic lovers into the air, holding them by the back of the neck. The other two drifted around, brandishing their scythes in a vertical slash. Abdul screamed out in agony as his pelvis was shredded in 'twain and blood poured rapidly forth - increasing in intensity as the slash bore upwards. After reaching the stomach, his innards poured out like a macabre waterfall of blood and maimed organs. He convulsed madly on the blade that was halfway through his chest before it was wrenched free by the alien. Lorraine, Abdul's wife, suffered a much more fortunate fate in terms of pain and suffering. The other Reaper had swung his scythe to split her in the middle of the ribcage; allowing the remainder of her organs to fall down that weren't split off from the lower half. Her death was much faster than her husband's...
Morbius was able to smell the scent of blood dripping from the air and let out a sadistic grunt. It was all he really could make, in regards to sounds. He waved an arm around to get the other two's attention, grinning all the while.
Abel had stepped behind a headstone and quickly stripped himself before donning his suit. There was some sort of controller, it was filled with red blimps. He held the thing with one hand, his X-Rifle with the other. He showed it to Celine and Omar. Celine looked at the controller on her wrist and said to them both, "I think the red dots are maybe... The things we're supposed to kill... That would make sense, wouldn't it?"
The Trainor brothers didn't do much of anything, just scream loudly - like a sensor for the Reapers to flock to. Like moth to a flame...
Character Inventories: Abel: X-Rifle, suit, and controller. Morbius: Glock 19 (9 rounds in clip), two spare clips. Celine: X-Rifle, suit, and controller on wrist.
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Post by queenofblades on Apr 17, 2012 14:02:15 GMT -5
Ellia was shocked when she looked around and saw she was in front of a mausoleum. "What the-" She cut her sentence short when she notice Leslie was with her. That eased her mind a little to know that whatever was going on she was going to go through it with her hero....well heroine. Another person from the room was them. A guy who appeared to be homeless. "Who are you? No time for that now. I think we should stick together. Deal?" Ellia held her X-Gun up and waited for Leslie and the homeless man to agree with her.
Inventory: Suit, Controller, X-Gun, Y-Gun
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