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Quietly, Ashley set down the pistol, and shuffled behind all the other children. When they reached the barracks, Ashley sat away from all of the other cadets. He pulled out a notepad and a pencil, and began drawing amorphous creatures.

Vissigoth wrote:

Menendez shouts, "Good job cadets. Report to the class room for your lessons. Tomorrow we will continue the firearms training. Dissmissed!"

Everybody gets another 25 XP.

Another 25 XP, when did we get the first 25?

Gee, is that character affecting you in real life now? :)

We got it when we hit the targets the first time around

Er... Ginny? Sean? You both hit at least twice.

Ashley stared at the near perfect accuracy of the loud mouthed girl, then turned back to his target. Nervous, he aimed and fired.

15 to hit
(2) (13) (11) (15) (7) (8) (4) (15)
Two hits, six misses.

Breathing heavily, Ashley looked at the two shots clipping the head of the target.

Huh... I had a 25% chance of hitting, and I hit 25% of the time. Awesome.

Are you crying? THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!

'... Finally, someone made her be quiet...'

Hits on a NINE
(1) (7) (14) (6) (20(10)) (16) (10) (11)
One crit miss, two misses, four hits, one confirmed crit hit

Unused to the recoil of the pistol, Ashley's first shot ricochet's off of the stand for the target, and his next shot misses nearly as badly. Pausing for a moment, he lined up the sights, and managed to hit the target. Mood uplifting, he slowly but surely began hitting the target, one shot driving straight through the bulls-eye.

Ashley, having stayed in the back of the group, was one of the last to jump. 'But... if we fail the test, then we'll just die. So, that means that you only have to live to make it into the program...?' Ashley thought as he shuffled up to the door.

'... That's harsh...' were his last coherent thoughts before the Spartan pushed him out into the screaming sky.

"... you're too loud..."

"... all right..."

... Ready...

particular, we need a medic

::is shamed::