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do
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>Komet's voice crackles through the room
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>"A series of targets will appear on the range, each will have a number above them. Try to land hits greater than or equal to the amount listed on the targets for each one."
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>A target appears, almost lazily coming into view
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>The number above it is "1"
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>You line up the post, focus in, and pull. The cold in your head subsides a small amount
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>"Good, good! Excellent work, that was close to a bulls-eye too. You must be a natural shot"
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"Truth be told, I used to have a handgun. It was confiscated when I was institutionalized for a few months, never got it back."
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>"Tragic. What happened?"
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>You told a friend you were going to kill yourself and forgot a piece of mail from months prior had your return address on it
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>Stupid, stupid shit
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>She sounds genuine, at least
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"It's been years, don't worry about it. Bring on more targets, Royale. My head is starting to cool down again"
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>Royale calls out from behind you excitedly
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>"With pleasure!"
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>In the beginning, you manage to hit almost every single shot on target
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>You don't shoot too quickly, you know that a desert eagle is a firearm that rewards a certain amount of patience and has a large amount of kick
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>You ensure your aim is steady and near still before pulling the trigger
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>and you are rewarded for this with mark after mark
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>When you need to reload, the targets don't pause
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>You find there's a machine that's spitting out pre-loaded magazines next to you, so you drop the previous ones to the ground
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>After a dozen targets, you begin to feel fatigued from the recoil
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>Your arms ache
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>Your fingers are cramping
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>You just barely made the last target
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>Komet authorizes a break, telling you that it's unlikely you'll need to shoot for that long, and allowing you to sit down and take a breather until the coldness returns to your skull
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>The desert eagle
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>You wouldn't have selected it but
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>Gift horse
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>Mouth
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>Or muzzle
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>You love Royale
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>You wonder what her highest muzzle velocity is
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>[spoiler]Up yours[/spoiler]
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>Komet's voice reverberates once more from your skull
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>"Horny pony. Ready for round two?"
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>Fuck, she can hear your thoughts?
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>You thought only Royale could, and she already knows most everything about you
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>Komet's voice comes through, somewhat somber
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>"It's okay Anon. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be listening"
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"Can everyone hear?"
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>"No, Dave can't."
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>Still...
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>She knows about your stupid mistake
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"More targets, please"
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>None appear for about 30 seconds
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>Instead...
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>A ripper
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>It's coming at you, slow and curious
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>You know it can move a lot faster, coiled muscles ripple beneath indistinct patterns of dark, former flesh
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>You're scared, but you aim for the feature of it that is most recognizable as a head
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>Slow trigger pull, let the shot surprise you
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>Just like the friendly guy at the range all those years ago told you
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>What was he, ex-military?
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>A spatter of fluid comes out the other end of the thing's head and light shines through
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>It roars and bounds forward
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>Steel yourself
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>Adjust
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>One more pull
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>It stumbles
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>Three, on target
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>It falls to the ground
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>Four, good measure
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>It finally stops moving
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>A robed cultist appears
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>You hesitate
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>He draws what you think is a 1911
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>You shoot at his head and miss by an inch, you can see him stumble and he's somewhat deterred
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>Not deterred enough
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>Quickly, you re-adjust for the body and hit him in the neck
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>He cries out in pain, blood spurting from the hole in his windpipe before it fills his lungs and he begins to drown in it
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>Hurts, don't it?
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>A military officer with a strange rifle appears
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>You drop him with little hesitation in three shots, he must have body armor and your hands are getting too shaky and tired to reliably hit headshots
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>Your skull is pleasantly warm now
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>You walk over to him and put one between his eyes just to be sure
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>You back up and wait for more to spawn
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>It's quiet for several minutes
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>A man in a labcoat appears
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>No, wait
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>It's a child
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>A woman?
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>A leopard
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>An enormous anteater
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>The thing smiles at you
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>You smile back, it's somehow inviting
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>It's back to being a man
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>In a labcoat
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>This must be a test, you're not supposed to shoot him
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>Maybe this represents the good in the world?
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>You wanted to be like him
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>Spend your time trying to help humanity
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>Steady paychecks
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>Money left over to meet and spend time with friends
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>Maybe buy a house, settle down and...
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>You're distracted
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>He taps the side of his neck
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>A great force rips your torso asunder from your legs, you look at him in shock as he walks over to you, almost glacial in pace
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>and then, you're back in the ice bath
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>Komet gives you a look of slight disappointment, but she quickly hides it behind one of approval
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>"We've encountered the thing a few times prior."
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>Komet strokes your cheek as you come to your senses
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>Simulated death really fucks you up you suppose
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