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Nightmare Vortex
Oct. 22nd, 2010 01:15 pmI.
[Ed, Rummy's best friend in the whole world, is sitting in a pool of his own blood, a gunshot wound in his stomach.]
Ed! Ed, speak to me, nigga!
[Ed remains motionless. He's still breathing, but barely.]
II
[Iraq. The sounds of gunshots are everywhere, and bullets go flying towards the ground. Corpses of soldiers, ally and enemy alike litter the dirt. Rummy is tucked behind a rock, waiting for an opportune moment.]
[OOC: First one is observation only, from a third person or first person. Second is fully interactive.]
[Ed, Rummy's best friend in the whole world, is sitting in a pool of his own blood, a gunshot wound in his stomach.]
Ed! Ed, speak to me, nigga!
[Ed remains motionless. He's still breathing, but barely.]
II
[Iraq. The sounds of gunshots are everywhere, and bullets go flying towards the ground. Corpses of soldiers, ally and enemy alike litter the dirt. Rummy is tucked behind a rock, waiting for an opportune moment.]
[OOC: First one is observation only, from a third person or first person. Second is fully interactive.]
