by jak111 on Sat Jul 21, 2012 4:41 pm
With 21/25 people confirmed I think it's safe to start the day.
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The lights flashed red as he came from the showers... this wasn't a drill. He grabbed his dirt brown army boots, lacing them up to the top. He grabbed his M6G pistol from under his pillow, sliding it into the holster as he grabbed his shirt, sliding it over his torso. He briskly walked over to his wardrobe, pulling out his UNSC green camo jacket and buttoning it to his chest. He pulled out his green helmet over his head, turning the HUD on as he finished up buckling on the knee and elbow pads.
Running down the corridor he noticed the other getting up and dressed. They weren't the quickest sort to get ready, but you couldn't blame them from the party they threw last night for their co-worker Trevor. The party was a blast but the men stayed up late drinking. This was the King's Shield after all. They never ran into trouble out here, it was just a patrol route for UNSC trade ships after all.
He ran by the armory's weapon rack, grabbing a M 90 Shotgun, he was more of a close quarters combat fighter than long range. He couldn't understand how others could fight from such a far distance and feel adrenaline pump through their veins. Passing by a port hole, he took a look outside, the ship was surrounded by enemy cruisers. They would need a miracle to make it out of this one alive. Sprinting down to his platoon's meet location, out of the corner of his eyes he saw a single bullet come whizzing from the corridor down the hall. After that he felt nothing. Heard nothing. Saw nothing. As his body collapsed to the floor, dead. The gash in his head made by a BR55 Battle Rifle gushed blood out onto the floor, his nerves still twitching slightly as the intruder approached him from behind. Rolling him over to his side, the intruder picked up his dog tag.
"Hmmph, a lowly corporal. Sod never saw it coming" She smiles as she places the dog tag into her front right pocket.
Corporal Davis Portland, NPC, died.
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Day 1 start. With 25 alive, it takes 13 to lynch. No deadline is yet given!