Among all of the equipment and sports gear that lie around ready for common use on the playing field, there is a section squared off for another test that the faction has created for new members. It's simple enough - you're given a paintball gun with a silencer on it - this is important, because guns are too noisy to be fired out in the open field, even if it's still protected by the electrified fence. It might attracted too much unwanted attention.
A crudely made mechanical device pops up cardboard cut outs of what looks like were once poster advertisements of various people. There's a busty woman smoking a cigarette and leaning on something that might have been a car. There's a young man in jeans that hang too low, trying to look like James Dean in a black and white photo. There are several of these cardboard people, most of which are only from the midsection up, that pop up at random times like Whack a Moles. Interspersed between them are similar cutouts - except these have been altered. The skin has been colored to green, eyes have been blackened or reddened, and blood seems to have been drawn everywhere. These are the infected. It's your job to shoot them. And only them.
The test isn't necessarily a chance to practice your shooting skills - it's meant to test your ability to make quick decisions, and a crude attempt to lesson friendly fire casualties. The cutouts pop up fast, and at random, making for a hectic challenge; so it's also a stress test.
Step One: Roll 6d6 in one NON-RP post. Each dice is considered one cutout, in the exact order they are rolled. Even means it was a human, odd means it was a zombie.
Step Two: In your next post, roll 6d6 again. Each dice is considered the shot for the cutouts in your first roll. The first dice tells you whether you hit the first cutout, and so on. Even means you shot it, odd means you did not shoot. -You must roleplay each cutout individually, although you may do them all in this one post. Just describing what you hit is enough. -This post in total must be a minimum of 300 words.
Example: -I roll 6d6 and get 5, 6, 3, 1, 5. This means I have a zombie, a human, a zombie, a zombie, and a zombie, in that order. -I roll 6d6 again, and get 6, 3, 5, 1, 2. This means I hit a zombie, I did not fire at a human, I did not fire at a zombie, I did not fire at a zombie, I hit a zombie.
IC Modifiers: -Your character might be wary about shooting anything (This is your roleplay choice based on your character). If so, you are allowed to choose to change one of your six shots to a no-shot, each time you do this exercise. -Your character might be trigger happy (This is your roleplay choice based on your character). If so, you are allowed to choose to change one of your six shots to a hit, each time you do this exercise. -You may not do BOTH of these each time. Just one. -You may choose to do neither. -The choices you make do affect your end score.
Rewards: For every zombie you hit, you get 1 bar. For every human you did not shoot, you get 1 bar. For every human you hit, you lose 1 bar. You cannot get negative numbers, so if your third shot hits a human and you are at 0, you remain at zero. You may do this once a day.
This game again. Kaethus had snuck away from the watchful eye of his brother and anyone else who might see this mess. He was still ticked off from the last time. How could he have been so hesitant to shoot? The gun wasn't even real! The thief looked down at the paintball gun, feeling the pull on his shoulder that was still sore. Just what the hell was up with that anyways?
Either way, he was facing those cardboard cut-outs again, staring them down with an hangry look in his eyes. Angry that he failed before and hungry to redeem himself.
Perhaps that was why he missed the first target when it popped up. With the noise it sent a jerk through his body and he froze. Like a deer in the headlights and watched the cut-out for a moment staring at him, but by the time he realized that it had been a zombie, it was too late.
"Oh to hell with this!" He roared to himself as it flattened away from him, grabbing a hold of the trigger as the next cardboard slap popped up into his face. It was a girl-oh god with a knife! He fired at it only too late to realize that it was actually a comb.
But he didn't stop there. In fact, he never took his finger off of the trigger as the man came up next. The picture was black and white and looking like the man was constipated while modeling his bright underwear to the camera. Kaethus hit him square in the junk before the next one popped up again.
((Using IC mechanic of trigger happy to change the 4th shot from a miss to a hit))
With his finger never leaving the trigger he continued his onslaught at a boy covered in blood with teeth out. YES! Was the internal cry. He'd finally hit something that was meant to be hit and moved the painball gun down the line.
The fifth target wasn't even recognizable to him. Something from a new zombie movie that he'd probably never seen, or would have cared to. Now the guy had a big pink paintball mark over his face and it made Kaethus smile as the final target popped up. Kaethus hit the thing right in sternum and would have made him proud if it had been a real Undying or worse. But it had been a human.
"Heh heh." He said, twirling the gun in his hand, turning behind him but then he frowned. That was right, he hadn't invited Aaron this time. Or anyone. In fact, he was alone now and sighed to himself, forcing his finger away from the trigger before he fired against the ground and made a mural.
"Not there yet." He said, turning away from the set up and shaking his head. Yeah, it was better than the first time. But what was that when he still couldn't differentiate between friend and foe? It was going to take a lot more work for him, that was for sure. Maybe another day of practice...
OOC
Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal background mostly in pick-pocketing and shoplifting.
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