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He ducked for cover behind a small concrete blockade as a bullet passed right by his ear. Shaking his head lightly in annoyance as the cover gets riddled by bullets from unseen marksmen in the distance. "Get your shit together private!" A voice called on the other side of the street, his captain having gone to cover behind a blockade similar to his own. Dennis knew he was spacing out in the middle of battle and it was also annoying the hell out of him, but he couldn't help himself, it was like his mind going blank all of a sudden. He shook his head again and pointed his rifle over the blockade, firing a few shots blind into the distance, hope

Simon went towards the crowd of people, walking just behind Vespriars thin form, as if he hoped that maybe he could hide himself. But that were not the will of Vespriar as he called out to the group. "Look my friends, the missing link has arrived." He said with a smug grin and a look directed at Simon. Most of the people in the group turned their heads to first look at Vespriar and then to Simon, some nodding lightly others grunting in annoyance. The arrangement of people were highly varied about 10 or 15 people, some were lean and muscular, others were small and seemingly insignificant whilst another group entirely would be almost hideously

Simon felt as if the evening came much too quickly for his own taste, his mind had been filled with dread about what was to come. His concentration had dropped significantly, he could only think about what in the world that Michan had in mind for their group to do today. Recently his ideas had gone through the roof; everything they did had slowly gone more and more crazy. Last time had ended with someone that had actually gotten hurt so badly that the doctors said he might never walk again… And maybe that he had gotten a severe concussion as well. Simon had realized how insane Michan actually was back then, his complete lack of moral an

You get handed a report on the crime hunter you're thinking about betting on, but it looks much like a criminal report as well. "The Shadow A once great assassin that got captured when he was sent to kill a high ranked U.S.A Officer. Once captured, he was sent to the survival games, surviving purely on his own wit, stealth and survival skills. He became renowned for speaking to his victims before they are slaughtered, even when he didn't have any implants or specials weapons. Being spiritual by nature or even shamanistic but resorting to cyber technology for killing his enemies. Weapon of choice: Retractable Monofilament-Katana gauntlet.

Simon put on his rather heavy backpack, filled with all of his school stuff and decided to head to school. The mornings in Jamaica, especially in Kingston, where he lived, could be so hot and it was starting to become summer, so the mosquitoes especially, could be annoying in the morning where you wandered around in the open completely exposed. The streets were crowded as it was the time of the day where everyone wakes up and goes about their work or the children to school. You had to be quick on your feet and sharp with your mind, if you wanted to stay alive in the mornings in Kingston, although there had been issued a law about how low tha

Simon woke up slowly. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes lightly as the morning sun glared directly at him through the window with the curtains pulled to the side. He got out of the bed, walking over to his drawer and opened it with a yawn. He picked some casual clothes that he'd convinced his mother to buy for him a few days ago even though she didn't like them very much. Then again... She didn't like many newer things, complaining that they disturbed the connection with the spirits to wear things that were so unnatural. Sımon didn't care about that at all. For all he cared, he just wanted some new clothes instead of those old rag