~*~Genetically High RP (Role Play)~*~Unlike Any Other! {Restart!}~*~

Mika snorted and shocked a creature. "What are these things called, anyways?"

Weston (I keep calling him Kaleb!
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too many RPs!) saw a group of people fighting an even larger group of creatures and ran over to them. "Would you like some help?" He said as he shocked one.
Cass shrugged, "No - (grunt) - idea." She then glared at Weston, "No, no we'd like to avoid help to make it more likely that we die! Duck!"
 
Cass shrugged, "No - (grunt) - idea." She then glared at Weston, "No, no we'd like to avoid help to make it more likely that we die! Duck!"


Weston hit the ground like a rock in the ocean. "Haha." He moaned going back into kill mode. Scratch, shock, move on, scratch, shock, move on. "When will it end?!?!" He shouted over the loud noises of dying creatures.

Mika was having the worst day of his life; his favorite shirt had been ripped to shreads, he was covered in horrible smelling creature blood, and he had a giant claw mark from his left hip to his right shoulder that was an inch deep. "Worst day ever!"

Sam jumped on a creature and stabbed it. "When will it end?" She said after it fell.
 

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