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9/7/2015 2:38:10 AM
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"Nah, man, it's cool. Um... I don't have much, actually. Lived on a farm my whole life. That's pretty much it. Born an' raised. We grew what we ate, an' sold the rest. Came here after the family agreed to sell the farm."
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[b]They all hold shotguns and knives and they surround the hostage with their backs facing you.[/b]
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[b]I sneak up behind the terrorist in the middle, Krisboc in one hand and Pistol in the other. Wrapping my arms around the middle's neck, I jerk one arm up, snapping his neck while I fire the guns into the other two.[/b]
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[b]They all drop but three more come running in firing at you. They seem to have hear the gunshots.[/b]
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[b]I attempt to fire the rest of the Krisboc's clip into the guards, auto firing in a sweeping motion.[/b]
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[b]They take some hits but they continue to fire at you.[/b] "Better get to some cover." [b]Etana says.[/b]
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"Or maybe not!" [b]Kyle charges the terrorists, grabbing two of the shotguns from the ground. He raises them and fires them into the terrorists on the sides, then continues his charge as he tackles the center to the ground.[/b]
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[b]The two drop and the one in the center struggles to get out of your grip.[/b]
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[b]Kyle continues to hold him down, and head-butts him in the forehead, knocking him unconscious.[/b] "Okay..." [b]Kyle gets back up and turns to the hostage to free him.[/b] "Not bad fo' a man from th' sticks, huh?"
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[b]The hostage turns blue and disappears indicating his safety. Suddenly the lights go out, leaving it pitch blacked.[/b]
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[b]Kyle aims his shotguns at each door, listening closely for any indications of people.[/b]
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Edited by EvoTymes: 9/9/2015 1:03:11 AM[b]You hear some static and you feel a kick to your back. [/b]
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[b]I allow myself to fall to the ground, turning to my side midair and landing on my hand. I push up against the floor, sliding under the terrorist and causing him to trip. I grab him as he falls, slamming his head into the ground and knocking him unconscious.[/b]
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[b]You find that your hand hits the floor before anything. It seems like it's a hacker, a tougher opponent. You hear footsteps running to you but you don't know which direction.[/b]
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[b]I back into a corner with my shotgun, checking the ammo as I listen for the footsteps to get closer.[/b]
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[b]The footsteps disappear and you hear a knife flying towards you.[/b]
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[b]I quickly slide down the wall, the knife barely missing my skull as I fire a shotgun round in the knife's direction.[/b]
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[b]You hear something fall to the ground.[/b]
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[b]I listen a bit more, pumping the shotgun again.[/b]
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[b]You notice that it's a chair that fell and you feel a gun pressed against your back. [/b]
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[spoiler]I never moved. I'm still in the corner; I was listening for other noise.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ohhhh. My bad.[/spoiler] [b]You noticed it was a chair and you can barely hear the faint sounds of footsteps.[/b]
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[b]I fire another gauge into the sound's direction.[/b]
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[b]He hear someone fall to the ground and groan.[/b]
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[b]I rush toward the sound, body slamming the source.[/b]
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[b]The figure dies. The sound of a powerful handgun echoes through the halls and you feel an electrical surge flow through your body the simulation stops and Etana appears out of the darkness with a pistol in his hand. The barrel smoking. [/b]
