Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-03-2010, 12:35 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit lifted his weapon, but stopped. Clearly, this was an ally, considering that every person who wasn't one of the other players was trying to kill the others. Whit had no intention of being added to that kill list.
Still, this was a good... chance. As soon as he thought the word "chance", he realized something was different about his perception. Visually, things didn't look any different, yet at the same time he felt that some things had a heavier weight then others. Was this some side effect of gaining more life, especially from that dealler? At this point, Whit had realized that certain members of the casino staff were strange, but hadn't thought much more than that. Had he caught some of that strangeness?
"oh well, I can't be bothered with such trifles," he said absently as he ended that line of thought.
He slipped his godgun back into his sleave and brought out one of the pistols that he had been holding on to all this time. He trained it on The skirmish. One bullet could end Zeke right now, Whit knew. The other man was in the way, but Whit needed him to be- the man was occupying Zeke's movements. Whit just needed to wait until he could get a clear shot...
Whit lifted his weapon, but stopped. Clearly, this was an ally, considering that every person who wasn't one of the other players was trying to kill the others. Whit had no intention of being added to that kill list.
Still, this was a good... chance. As soon as he thought the word "chance", he realized something was different about his perception. Visually, things didn't look any different, yet at the same time he felt that some things had a heavier weight then others. Was this some side effect of gaining more life, especially from that dealler? At this point, Whit had realized that certain members of the casino staff were strange, but hadn't thought much more than that. Had he caught some of that strangeness?
"oh well, I can't be bothered with such trifles," he said absently as he ended that line of thought.
He slipped his godgun back into his sleave and brought out one of the pistols that he had been holding on to all this time. He trained it on The skirmish. One bullet could end Zeke right now, Whit knew. The other man was in the way, but Whit needed him to be- the man was occupying Zeke's movements. Whit just needed to wait until he could get a clear shot...