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Paintball:


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. If you get a -1, then a 1, however, you end up with 0. You may do this once a day.

He was bored, and although his head wouldn't stop ringing he decided that he would try the paintballing again. He had thrown up a few times, which he was pretty sure wasn't a good sign, but just sitting around was killing him. Plus, he wasn't really in is right mind to be making rational decisions.

As he headed to the room he took the paintball gun and waited. The first thing he saw was human, he was pretty sure, so he didn't shoot. Just waited. The next however he swore was an undead thing! He shot at it and realized too late that it was just a human cut out. He swore under his breath, blaming the error in judgement on his headache and blurred vision. The next cut out was a human, and then after he was pretty sure it was an undead. He hesitated but decided to shoot it just in case. In real life he was pretty sure that he would shoot something that was an undead. Better safe then sorry. The last two were both humans, which was pretty boring. However he was kind of glad when he returned the paintball gun. He hadn't done much better then last time, which sucked, but at least he hadn't done worse either. Plus, in the condition he was in he was happy that he was able to hit anything.

Walking out of the room he threw up again, shaking his head at himself. His father wouldn't be pleased with him, that was for sure, but there was nothing he could do. Whoever hit him came from nowhere, and personally he was just happy to be alive. Whipping his mouth with his hand he decided to go to the medicine bay. While he didn't think they had anything for him, at least they had beds that were more comfortable then his cell.