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#1  Edited By Renton

@Surkit said:

@Constantine: You know...this isn't real. In these things, true reality is key to remember, but it's even more important to remember that these little worlds are created from other folks minds. So if that's what zombie says, that's what it is, ya know?

Was just saying, ya know?

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#2  Edited By Renton

@614azrael: I'll still throw in a post if you want or...

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Cook (a.k.a Jack O'Connell) cannae believe I only just thought of him >.
Cook (a.k.a Jack O'Connell) cannae believe I only just thought of him >.
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@Naamah_Obyzouth said:

@Risky:

I have mixed feelings about this. Also Risky 1 is a fail in almost any game I have ever played? Too many 1's is a botch... 1's take away from successes... It just seems like it would take away from the writing to me, the more I think about it. It would be good for combat only, and then everything would get realy dull around here IMO.

QFT

I'm all for benefiting the community but how far is too far.

I don't agree with this. Just MO ^_^

We're all here to have a laugh right?

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The controlled explosion had only half succeeded, the beast was injured, but not dead. He made the short trek up to the bomb site, the ground was charred and the trees were felled, tumbled down like bowling pins. There was blood everywhere, his scanners picked it up reading the data trying to match the DNA with anything, all he got was mixed signals, no records nothing. This beast did not exist, which raised questions, what was it? The crimson puddles revealed acidic traits, corrosive. Interesting, and dangerous. Renton picked up on the monsters trail as it had made its way free of the recently made clearing. He was barely out of the brush when he heard the howl of pain. It reminded him of his own injury, he looked to his left arm.

He could see the split in his armour, the beasts claw struck fierce, his prosthetic skin had also been severed, but it did not make way to the shell of his bionic arm. In a way he was thankful he had already lost it, otherwise he feared it may of been a bit disastrous. The foam was doing its job on sealing the wound and stopping blood loss so he paid little attention to it. He needed to have his head in the game, for this was what it was, all a game, not murder, more like chess. Strategic. Play to others weaknesses. Plus he had children to think about, they had already lost their mother. He followed the blood trail, remembered the howl and wondered if the beast was already dead. He knew it surely wasn't the explosion that did it, otherwise he would of been standing over an already dead body. It was safe to assume a trick, or a third player, after all there was almost a dozen of them in there. What was not to say another predator took his prey?

Either way he looked to his power gauge which fueled his suit with Constantine's energy. It was still pretty high at 99% (the 1% used on a test run a year ago before the monks), and so he turned the heat up a little, he felt it course through the suit, bestowing powers unto Renton, the likes of which he had never felt. He was feeling invincible, energy pulsed around him, it was wonderful, he never had any powers, he wondered whether Constantine had always felt this... Magnificent. Slight jealousy clouded his minds eye. That was when he came across her, the supposed third party. She was young, cute and injured. Rent would of placed her at around 18, not far off his own age. His heart dropped a little when he saw her abdomen gashed open clearly by a clawed hand. The beast.

Though something did not feel right, it was not adding up. How could she take down such an animal so easily, after he had tried so hard. That was when the final piece of the jigsaw slotted into place, as always his suit was ten times better than him and it had been working furiously for a solution. The DNA, it matched, hers in the gash and the monsters in the forest. Shapeshifter! That was why it did not register as any known creature, why there were mixed signals. She was not to be trusted, her body posture did not reveal anything, if he did not have the technological eye than she would have surely assassinated him. He had to play it clever, like a true Brit, first things first, spring the trap! He played into her hands, she probably thought it was all going swimmingly. She was not the only one that could lie. He offered her the help she so desperately needed, he promised he would fix her and not her, that he would take her away from here and keep her safe. He turned his back to lead her away.

For a short second he wondered whether this teenage girl would actually sway him whether he were a forty year old man who had already served so much with little more to give. Whether he had already raised his daughter and knew the pain that comes with it and the fatherly protective feel of reassuring any daughter figure. But being so young and ripe, the relentless Renton that he was he cared little for her situation, for her parents predicament. For he was in the exact same position. His power dial turned up once more, discretely. He removed a detachable item from his belt, an explosive of his own. Small with big consequences. He did not know exactly what was going to happen next, or how well he'd be at the end of it. He had never flown before, but he knew the suit worked by his thought. Time to think. He cleared his minds eye. He pulled out a gun from his belt, the stand off was now.

He spun and she attacked, his finger was on the trigger of the explosive cooking it. Bullets whizzed past and contacted, he did not know how many times he was hit but he knew he hadn't got any shields up in time to block the worst of it. His mind was sent rocketing, banging inside his skull, they found places in his shoulder again, pressing against the already weakened armour, pushing him back. He shot wildly at the not so innocent girl as well aiming for the gut. He was trying to leap back, initiate flight. He dropped the explosive at her feet, ready to blow, just before he felt searing pain once more, he saw his own blood splatter as the sword penetrated his prosthetic skin and bionic structure and wiped clean the phalanges of his little and ring finger. He regretted getting the scientists to make the left arm feel as real as before the explosion. He was flying backwards very gracelessly, he was still firing until the clip ran free, he was barely a meter away when the explosive went off, trigger a series of explosions all around in his predestined trap. The explosion blasted him free of the map up into the force fields barrier, he fell unconscious into the water below.

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#6  Edited By Renton

@TheDealer: I can see that. Miss three days and apparently thats when things get interesting.

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@nonfiction91 said:

@Renton: Its is :)

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@Renton: It is. Best part is, I'm in the same jail as the King of Kings and the Honors and a Feral Nova and Sha fight is going on at the same time. Hold up. , getcha ass ready!

Sweet, may have to read up and join :D

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This looks cool

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Renton was waiting patiently, however the action did not take long to arrive. In fact it was a lot quicker than he had hoped for. It means he had to pick off someone who was fresh and not war torn like his original plan. He was surveying the area, as the south quadrant was the smallest in the arena, only the size of a football field, and he had picked a higher spot to view the clearing he was able to see up to the edge of it all, just where the woodland began on the outskirts. His suit was constantly taking in and analyzing everything around him, producing raw data on screen for Renton to read. From what sort of animals where in the forest, to how heavy the man who had taken the stock of the weapons missing and the propellant course of the man after that who flew away. So when the pile of weapons booby trapped at the edge of the south exploded into a fury of information processed by Renton's super suit, he was very worried that the cause of the explosion originated above him. His instinct told him this was not good. His inner eye told him, practice.

He spun onto his back, and just in time to see the attacker, he followed the momentum into a roll away from an onslaught of bullets which he saw flashing towards him, sniper in his hands. The hail of impact onto his right shoulder told him he did not get away scot-free, though he knew his suit could take it. Rent followed the roll into a back flip using his acrobatic skills. He landed on his feet and managed to pop off a shot at the Lycanthrope's gut, just before a giant paw swung at his gut. Renton put down his left arm to block the attack but this proved futile and he was knocked off his feet, with a searing pain burning in his arm. He rolled down into the brush and foliage, thankful his camouflage would put him at an advantage. If he didn't think it strange for a giant wolf to carry a P90 he might of thought it a strange trick, but whose telling what the mystical three could conjure up. Speak of the devil, above bellowed the sound of the Three's incentive. A wish to the winner. Renton did not focus on that.

He knew his attacker would be quick on his trail, so Renton acted quicker. He pulled free a hologram disk from his left shoulder and slapped it vertically onto a tree projecting an image of himself running away to the clearing. At the same time he dropped the disguise of mud and replaced it with that of bark, moss and leaves. He then pulled out a sealing gel from his utility belt and poured it into the gaping wound up his left forearm, preventing any infection or scent of blood. He was against a werewolf and did not trust an open wound. With sniper in hand he silently but quickly ran the opposite direction of his holo, and circled behind the creature until he was near his RPG. His suit automatically dropped his body temperature as it told him this was no ordinary werewolf. Renton positioned himself to the side of the assumed monster and cracked off two shots, head and body. Before running over to his RPG. He freed it of mud and leaves and picked it up in his left arm, hoisting it onto his shoulder he followed the creatures movements, and with his sniper still in the right, he stopped. He let his inner eye take in everything, and saw that the monster was near one of his explosive traps. He fired a bullet off that connected with the C4 and exploded near the animal, and shot his RPG off simultaneously in the opposite direction, in case it jumped away from the C4. Before running into the foliage again. Trying to avoid its line of sight.

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#10  Edited By Renton

@Mercy_ said:

Be nice to Renton :3

woo backup.

Nice one DC