Lostcause

Name: Freza Del Diablo (English: Spawn of the Devil) Age: 32 (appears 25) Gender: Male Race: Mystic Sub-race: Demon Side: Mystic Weapons: Large swords that extend from his fore-arms, beginning from about two inches below his elbow. Extend to a maximum length of 24" from his fist. Covered in a dark and mysterious flame. Appearance: Freza stands at a height of seven feet. He is a fit man, yet he does not have large muscle mass. Freza has short black hair, spiked in the back. He also has crimson red eyes. When out of a battle, Freza can be found wearing a black trench coat, and a matching cowboy hat. Although, within battle, he resembles nothing of his formal self. When busy conducting "business", Freza removes his coat and hat, showing his battle scars and his markings. Freza has massive amounts of inscribed symbols covering his chest, allowing him to perform spells at his own whim, with a chant of the incantation and a target already locked on to. He wears leather pants, but not tight at all. They have many chains hanging from them. Each chain in return has many bones hanging from them, each one from a "contract". He wears boots resembling that of army boots, yet made of the same black leather as the rest of his attire. Bio: The moment Freza inhaled his first breathe, he knew his fate. Born already in a teenage state resembling that of an 18 year old, Freza gained a strange bond with the blaze that had wiped so many from this world. He knew that eventually he too would become victim to the fire. But, he also realized that the current residents not born recently were not obeying the whim his creator. At once, Freza took to war with the old, pushing the ways of change. Freza's mind is complex, and yet he only works off of two impulses. Survival of Mystics, and will of the fire. To Freza, change must be made, no matter the cost. He will remain upon this planet to hunt all Shifters down. He is slowly gaining popularity within the Mystic culture. Although his appearance within the Mystic realm is of that of a celebrity, all Shifters know him as a criminal.

The favorite final boss fight of mine would have to be in Star Ocean Till the End of Time. That game was great, it always threw an interesting character at you all the time. The bosses always looked great too. But at the end, [spoiler] when you go into the hall with all the clocks, and then you have to fight The Creator, its just amazing. He was so hard for me to beat, i had to go back and level up more and more, and by then i had some pretty neat attacks. I knew though, with Albel, Fayt, and Cliff, i could woop his butt. It was such fun.[/spoiler] And i liked the fact it was real time. fun stuff...

Refering back to DeJa Vu, I definetly have it alot. Its kinda wierd too, cause i say the same things, act the same way. To be honest, its very frightening. But then again, if you wish to touch on the subject of Pre-cognition, srry about the spelling, then i also believe that to be true. I dont mean to sound like some guy who believes everything her hears, its just, sometimes, its like somewhere deep inside of me tells me to do something, so i perform the givin task. Later on, normally within the next few seconds i see the result of the inner feeling. If you need an example then here you go. One day, I was calmly walking through our local mall. All the sudden, out of the blue, i felt as if i should put my arm over my girlfriend at that time. I did,and low and behold, a baseball wound up hitting my arm, giving me a very decently sized bruise, but also protecting her from a possibly serious concusion. Later that day, on my walk home from the mall, due to the fact i still had not obtained my liscense, i felt something tell me to walk down the back of the Lowe's. Although it was out of my way, i decided to go along for this stroll. When i turned the corner, i found the brat who had thrown the baseball at me, laying there beat up and bruised, bloody nose too. I asked him where he lived, and i picked him up and took him home, where his mother bandaged him up. I dont know why, but sometimes these impulses i feel lead my to do good things....

oops, srry posted the wrong crap, follow the one bellow me Also, the laughing man. Wow, what a guy, or guys for that matter. Throughout the series you will see that the laughing man's identity changes alot. He/she was a person who happened to hack through every system that viewed him/her on a specific day. He/she held a man at gunpoint then ran away. No information could be found of the man/woman, due to the fact that his/her hacks were so good. He/she left no traces, and no evidence was found on him/ her. Many people to the credit for his/her work. It is a very mindboggiling story line. But one that i found very entertaining... if ya need some more info, just ask.. I would love to help

I'm the Theatre guy who is into everything. So, IM A DORK :D

While repitition was a problem in the series of games, I have a good feeling it wont be the same for this game. I understand the guy is a PK, who kills PK'ers... and he is also an AIDA. Now, just to throw something out there, you all read about whats going on right. Ten years later, The World is a mess, guilds at war, massive PK'ing, well what if besides the normal game play, you belonged to a guild. Something of that nature to where you are given special tasks to go out and complete to up your level and progress through the game. Personally, with the ability to switch fighting styles in an instant, I REALLY hope there is a guild based on that of the ancient art of Assasination. Yeah, killing for many and items. I just really hope that there isnt a character like Mestral, grr i hated her. So blonde, so dumb, and so weak..... Ah, anyway, i have high hopes. You guys and gals think there will be guild opportunities?

Please its obvious. Ed would win with ease. "Hi my name is Kuwabara and I have a shiny sword and can see ghost." "Hi, I'm Ed, and i just sent a massive cannon ball towards you in mere seconds by just clapping my hands together and touching the ground." Like i said right there, while Kuwabara has luck, and he can make his sword, I just dont think he could take on an alchemist. With the ability to transmute anything with a clap and a slap, i dont think Kuwabara would stand a chance. He may be able to see ghosts, but can he dodge a massive wall of spikes comming up from the floor, i think the highschool bully can not. (psst, remember, its just my opinion.)

I have to say Lord Dante is right. FFVII was by far one of the best games i ever played. It got me hooked on RPG's, and it was just a breakthrough back then. While i do enjoy shooters for stress relief, and action for cool kick butt moments, RPG's never let me down. They have great story lines, and cutscences you wouldnt bleieve. So, once more, GO FFVII

Raynor awoke, partly dazed, yet somewhat coherent. He opened his eyes to the sight of Mayan being thrown onto the cross. While he could view at the moment, he did not yet have the energy to speak. [I]They tried the stake, and that didn?t work?!?!? What are we going to do?[/I] Raynor had a flashback. He went back to the day the necromancers attacked his tribe. He looked around, seeing himself as a child crouched on the flour as his father killed the undead, and his mother was making a protective spell. As she had finally cast the spell over him, she looked to her right and saw a vampire attacking the women of the tribe. She sat on the ground and drew in a special circle. It was the circle that Raynor prayed within every night. Yet, he knew he had no magical powers as is. Gradually, Raynor sat up, and started scribing into the dust on the floor the symbols which were needed to perform the spell. He first drew the pentagram, followed by the cross. He looked around. To his surprise, Aella had no clue that Raynor was conscious yet. He reached up and took her hand. She looked down into his read eyes. He returned the stare right back into their tearful source. He placed her hand on the symbol, and his on top of hers. Raynor managed to mutter out a few words, "Stand still monster...? before fainting back into his previous state. Aella looked down at the ground; she realized that the circle started to glow. Originating from the circle, lines started to grow towards the vampiric beast. When the lines reached his feet, he was about to skewer Mayan. But all of a sudden he couldn?t move further any more. He looked down. "What kind of witchcraft is this?!?!?" The lines slowly crept up his body, holding him still as they reached each fiber of his body. During his incoherent slumber, Raynor continued the trail of memories. He saw the vampyr standing still, held by the blinding light vines. He couldnt move for some time. The men and women of the tribe threw countless blows towards him, and yet, with each one, he only stood still with his eyes closed. His mother's spell only held the vampire, not destroying it, but alowing them the opportunity to attack, or flee. He walked over towards the demon, viewing it to see if he could learn from his memories. He looked at him, and he realized something the moment he got a good glance at it's face. This demon in his dream, was the same one within the present time. The demon that had annihalted his tribe, stood before him in reality crushing his new found friends. Eventually his mother was struck down, and the vampire released from the spell. The memory then faintly slipped away, till Raynor was alone in a world of dark. He knew that the spell Aella had just performed could be stopped. It was up to those who could still stand to destroy the unjust vampyr. Only they could destroy him. But how could a rabble of people such as themselves destroy the living dead... Raynor knew that the answer rested in the souls of those still there within the church.

Great idea, sadly though, it might happen, but i dont think its gonna take till 2045 to start. eep (eep is a scared sound)

"BASTARD OF THE UNHOLY ORDER, YOU END HERE!" Raynor screamed. As he saw the vampire dashing towards him, he quickly thought of what to do. As soon as the vampire was just close enough to not dodge Raynor at all, Raynor removed his coat and threw it over the enemy. Squeals and screams came from within the coat. The vampire had run right into all of Raynor's needles and stakes that were within his coat. Slowly removing the cloth from his body, the vampire stood and just stared at Raynor while removing the countless needles embedded within him. "Finally, a piece of flesh willing of my blade." Raynor then reached for his back, returning each of his blades to his hand. "COME AT ME THEN DEMON." With a grunt the vampire launched himself at Raynor at such speed; it seemed he hovered above the ground. [I]The damned seem to be gaining speed...[/I] Running towards a wall, Raynor reached it and did a flip over the vampire as he uncontrollably flung himself through the wall. Recovering from the jump, Raynor stood before the cloud of dust. "Hello my dear prey," said the vampire as he miraculously placed himself behind Raynor. Raynor tried to remove him self from the vampires range, but, without luck, he was launched up into the air. The scream tore threw the silent surroundings. Realizing that he was more vulnerable than ever before, Raynor screamed something he never thought he would, ?Help!!!!" As he fell, Raynor caught the eye of the youth named Aella. She stared as he started to fall. Quickly realizing that there was no help for him if he did not act quickly, Raynor closed his eyes. He took the third large knife from his back and launched it at the demon below him, pinning his foot to the ground. The vampire looked up, realizing what was about to happen. As Raynor neared his target, the cross he was granted from Gail started to shine within his leather armor. The impact was that of great proportions. Dust was tossed everywhere into the air. The sound of the impact was that of thunder. It was as if a tornado had hit that exact spot, ripping the ground to shreds. The dust slowly settled, as the rest raised their weapons. They all saw the demon walk out of the cloud as if dazed in a trance. As he neared a clear spot, he fell before all, as if he was knocked unconscious from behind. They all stared at his corpse. His back had been fully carved out, as if it were hollowed out to hold something. Raynor hobbled over to the desecrated corpse. Taking a blade, he removed the head of the beast. He threw it to the side. Blood trickled down from his head. He also had sustained a broken ankle. He walked over to Aella, and put a hand on her shoulder saying," Maiden, I protected you as I said. May this show you the strength of my word." Raynor fell to his knees, and then his head lay at Aella's feet. He had received so much damage, that he had to rest. The moment his head fell, no one realized that the vampire had returned to his feet. Standing right behind the one known as Lightbringer, waiting to attack. O.O.C. hey, you like that one. Hope I got hit for ya, maybe that'll get Lord Rannos to talk a bit. lol, have fun ya'all. ps. I still wanna be alive, just I need some help gettin put back together.

[I]She's..... She can't be, THIS CAN'T HAPPEN[/I] Inside, Raynor had never felt so torn. He could choose between his duties as the last nomad of his tribe, or he could forgive this child. He ponders for a few seconds... Raynor walks over to the rose. With a walk so silent that no one around could even hear, Raynor made his way towards Aella. He took a knee besides the emotionally scared child. Raynor gently tilted her head up, letting her hands still retain those tears shed moments earlier. His dark leather gloves somehow felt soft as they held her head. Raynor moved Aella's hair behind her ears. He took the rose, and ever so softly placed it in her hair, letting the contrast of the black shine on her blonde hair. "While by the laws of my people, you should be slain before the thousands of your comrades, I could never bring myself to strike one who turned her soul towards good. Maiden of youth, you have my word as an honorable man; no harm shall come to you, from these hands or any others." Kissing her on the forehead, Raynor then stood before the many around him. "Listen all ye who have witnessed the actions of today. None shall lay hand on this young girl. She is of good, and I can see it within her." Raynor held out a hand to help Aella up. [I]We are so connected, yet doomed to die by each others blades. And yet, I feel....[/I] As the young girl rose, the others around stood in amazement of the strength Raynor had within himself to trust this young girl. Replacing his hat on his head, Raynor leaned against a wall, and glared at the others as they stood breathless. "What next my fellow righteous humans?"

Raynor had gone outside of the church yard and leaned with his back to the surrounding wall. Looking up to the sky, he thinks. [I]The bastards have started attacking to the churches... what is going to happen next Lord.[/I] Picking up a rose from within the church cortyard, he inserts the end into his mouth. The rose slowly loses its red pigment, quickly turning to black from all of the negativity surrounding the city. "Beauty is being reaped from this land too. I can't allow this to happen any longer." Raynore hears the door to the church slam shut. The sound of tears reach his ears. Gracefully, and swiftfully, Raynor whips the rose out infront of the girl. "Why is a fair maiden of your age fighting these unrighteous abomination?" Aella stands in shock that the man just suddenly appeared before her. She accepts the rose and stares at its dark beauty. "Whats happening?" Aella asks. "They're happening. They move from village to village, pillaging each one to prepare for the battle at the next. With each town destroyed, their numbers grow. I believe that we could stop them, but... Nevermind for now. Let us return to the church for the time being. We shall converse and prepare for their next attack. May God watch over us." Raynor left the girl at the gate, and slowly walked towards the church. As he walked, he whispered to Aella," Maiden of Youth, join us inside. To have someone of such beauty and youth taken from us would be a loss we can not recieve." Raynor walked to the door. As he opened it, he looked back at Aella. She was still looking over the rose... O.O.C. hope you all like this so far. Srry, ive been wantin to add on more and more... but i wanna make sure you all get it in too. I'm crazy about this one....

[QUOTE=Who Am I?][COLOR=Red][SIZE=1]Okay..I didn't make the one you requested but I made a different one if you don't mind. [B]Avi: [/B] [IMG]http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Forgetful_Me1010/LostcauseAvi.jpg[/IMG] [B]Banner:[/B] [IMG]http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Forgetful_Me1010/Lostcause.jpg[/IMG] There you go! [B]-Who Am I?[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE] THANK YOU SO MUCH MAN, you have made my day. Peace

Hey ya'all. To whom eva is gonna help me out with this, i really appreciate it. It's nice that you all do this for us. Umm, i was lookin for a banner that works in my current avi. I focused on Sephiroth from FFVII. He is an amazing guy. If someone could just help me out, i would love it. Thank you very much peeps. Catch ya'all later, hey, maybe im RP with you already... who knows. stay safe to all

The undead rushed the door hoping that there was a chance to knock it open and let a few survive this fight. As the corpses neared the door, they suddenly saw a light slowly grow. The door was opening. Paralyzed with fear, the undead knew they had nowhere to run. A loud clap came from the entry way to the church. "Nice job padre, but we don't want you to strain yourself." A silhouette of a man stood at the door. "Lets skip introductions. For now, let?s rid the unholy ones from this domain." This strange man dropped his coat. As it fell, all could see the many silver implements he used for his process of eradication. They ranged from those of only a length of two inches, to those who resembled massive stakes inserted into the hearts of vampires. The man then reached for his back. When his hands returned into view, the undead were blinded by the glare coming from his signature blades. "Your hour of judgment is upon you. You have all been found guilty on the charges of murder, pillaging, extensive damage of property, and genocide towards all LIVING creatures. Your last words?" The creatures fell to they knees which charred on contact with the floor. A great fire arose from the ground around each of the scum. The man still standing in the door way moved his knives in, and started to propel himself towards the burning corpses. He ran by each one, taking only mere seconds to but his blade to each neck and remove their heads from their torsos. As the heads hit the floors, he slowly continued in a walking stance towards the others. "Good evening. I am Raynor Azuled, sworn enemy to all that obey the necromancers." The moment Raynor finished his sentence, the bodies became engulfed in flames from head to toe, and soon turned to dust. "So sorry about the rude entrance, please except my deepest apologies." Returning to grab his coat, Raynor noticed something in the city, right outside the church. Replacing his coat over his thin and flexible body, he returned to the doorway. Looking back he gave them all a wink. "Judgment has been served." OOC: I didnt want to put anyone else in yet I dont know how each of your personalities are. But i promise, in due time, ill right about the others. It's just i didnt want to get the wrong impression of someone, and end up portraying them wrongly. good luck, srry this one sucked.

Personally, i loved the WHOLE ENTIRE game of FFVII, and the fact they made a movie continueing on from where it left off, i am very excited about. I saw the trailer the other day, and to be honest, i was just astonished. Oh, and dont forget kiddies. The movie has two versions. Collecters has alot more crap, like a game, and some other stuff. Then after advent children is out, they are making a game, Dirge of Cerebrus. It's a first and third person actoin shooter following none other than the enfamous VINCENT. Yes. Im very happy square enix is doin this. I loved the game, and havent been as impressed by a game since FFVII. [QUOTE=GTK]Yup ^_^ That's Red XIII that Cait Sith is riding. I'd love to see the mog in Advent Children as well! Though, now that I think about it, the mog isn't in any of the Dirge of Cerberus screen shots O_o It would be sad if the mog was gone T_T[/QUOTE] Red XIII was a freakin cat, NOT A BEAR. That cant be him. Its too bear-like. Plus, where are the plumes. his scars. And don't forget, in the end of FFVII [spoiler]he had cubs and a wife somehow. I remember seein them. I think he's busy playin the father game,[/spoiler] rather than being a servant for some dumb doll who is controlled by a woman in a room full of computers. i mean, COMPUTERS CAN BE PRETTY HEAVY.

[QUOTE=Fallen][size=1]Ok, I wasn't really expecting that many people to sign up after it has already started, so here goes: Sapphire Flare as Leviathan: You're in. But, before you start, please PM Kamuro with the details of your little grudge against his character, just so he knows what's going on. Nagi Tomo and Lostcause, I am afraid to say I can't accept you. Your sign-ups just weren't of the quality I have been expecting from those who would participate in this RP. I am sorry, but it's something I have to do. Ok, now that I have a Demon, this sign-up is officially [b]CLOSED.[/b] [/size][/QUOTE] Hey man, no hard feelings. It was my first anyway. Good luck with this RP. Hope you all have alot of fun. It seems like its going to be fun with a capital f.

If you could, go ahead and call me a Necro-hunter, if you could. PLEASE, that would really kick some bootwa. Name: Raynor Azuled Class: Adventurous Swordsman Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: height, 6'2". Weight, 145 lbs. Albino, white hair, red eyes. Large scar across right eye. Thinks of self as Deliverer of Judgment towards all forms of evil. Many tattoo?s over body. Resemble Celtic Knots. Personality/ Allignment: Chaotic Revenge. While every adventurer needs to have skills, I base mine off of a somewhat "unique" basis. When most see me for the first time, they can?t help but think Assassin. Although, I am no such thing. Yes, I have killed my fair share of men, but all were to be struck down by tribal laws, I just delivered the verdict. Weapons: I carry a variety of knives. Ranging from the throwing daggers that line the inside of my trench coat, to my trademark "Deliverers". By this, I mean the three large knives I carry hanging in order on my spine. The are all a uniform size of 15" long. They resemble a backwards 9 when held by the handles within the circle of the nine. Armor: My armor pertains to a full black set of leather armor, each piece created from the belts of my people. The buckles align themselves down my spine, and on either side of my legs and arms. My face is covered with the black clothe my mother made for me on my birthday, two days before the attack. All that shows of mine is my white hair, and my red eyes. This is the form of Judgment. Bio: As the necromancers destroyed most others, my tribe was more than common with the moving process. I belong to a nomadic tribe that lives on the plains just east of the Ocean. We were all okay, until that one day. Cliché-like as it may seem, my whole tribe came under attack during our meeting with the elder. He warned us of a great evil coming to cleanse the unrighteous of us. Little did we know that the evil would come the moment our elder's sentence was completed. The undead ran in every which way. Through the battle, my mother father managed to hide me. Later though, the barrel broke open, exposing me to a field of undead, mostly my comrades just recently slain. My mother came towards me, bleeding from her right hand. She looked at me with cold eyes, those not of a mother. She then raised her hand. At that instant, I could do nothing. She mouthed the words," Kill...me..." I could do such a thing. She then hit me, causing a great gash over my right eye, starting at mid-forehead to the bottom of my jaw bone on the right. She scratched my pupil, iris, and the white of my eye too. It filled with blood, burning, stinging. But nothing could ever amount to the pain I felt when I finally drove that spear through the moving corpse of my mother. Since that day, I have promised my mother to make the world cleansed of sin. I continue my promise daily, and I will never rest until I destroy every last one of those Necro-bastards. Judgment shall be dealt from these hands. Skills: Extremely fast. I am a self taught man who wishes to harm none except those of the Necromancer cult. I hunt each down. I have heightened sight, remarkable hearing, and as stated earlier, extremely fast reflexes. Strength is not a priority of mine, because I can dodge. I strike my enemies down with swift, precise, and accurate attacks, most aiming for the neck, whether the spine, throat, or jugular veins. Each night I pray. To cleanse the ground I use the signet of a pentagram on the ground, followed by a Celtic cross within the center. I pray for those that were killed the day I was liberated.

Name: Alucard VanDean Age: 25 Gender: Male Former Occupation: Janitorial Staffer at Wellspring High School Affiliation: Demons Description/Bio: Standing at a somewhat average height of 6'2", I look as if I am a fairly frail man. I guess that the fact I am also an albino does not help me give off a very powerful aura, yet, I am a very sly deceiver. Since my first breathe in this world, I have caused nothing but madness, chaos, and tragedy to those near me. On that lovely Christmas morning, when the first snow fall had covered Haven city with a light dusting, many people were home opening gifts, exchanging heartfelt words, and engaging in utter happiness. Yet, my parents were rushing to the maternity ward to receive their gift. They say that it?s what?s on the inside that counts, but it seems that they were wrong. My parents never quiet grasped that philosophy. The moment the nurse wheeled me off to the ICU, my parents knew that they would never see me again. After the two weeks I spent in the ICU, I was then transferred to an orphanage by the name of Wish House. Through the years at this orphanage, I grew a tough skin to people?s comments, always turning the other cheek and biting my tongue. Every time someone was to come to choose one of us to escape this prison, Madame Parker would send me away from our guests. I resented her then, but now I wish to thank her for her involvement in my life. Eventually, I grew up. It's amazing that without a parent, children mature much faster than expected. After roaming the streets for some time, I eventually made my way into a janitorial position at Wellspring High. Receiving the job at the age of 18 was somewhat strange, realizing that I was the one cleaning up after my peers. With time, I received the name of Pastey from the students. Resent builds within a trapped soul. One night, on my walk home, I happened upon a man whose name shall not be spoken. He told me, that for the right amount of effort, I could come across two things I have always longed for in life: family and money. He asked me to engage in a friendly conversation with a local tenet within my apartment complex. He gave me a number, and said,? Clean up the place for me." I casually strolled up to the door without any question. Tapping on the door, a lady greets me, asking me to come in and have some tea with her. As my foot stepped on her floor, I realized that this lady was my old friend, Madame Parker. I sat in the chair, and as she brought out the teat with biscuits, I looked over the paper with her number on it. Flipping it over, I read the letters slowly, K-I-L-L. A grin overcame me. When I asked if she would like to discuss what our matters were while I buttered our biscuits, she kindly accepted. Now, the remarkable thing is that she didn?t kindly except the knife I shoved into her neck. With this act, a sense of exhilaration came over me. Oh what a rush I feel every time. The moment I opened the door, that same man stood there clapping his hands. He embraced me with a hug stating, ?Welcome to the family my friend. You did quiet well with this fine specimen. A little on the bloody side, but we can work out those kinks. Violence is in your nature my boy, and we are gonna love it. Come with me." Following the man, I realized what I have become. I am not a killer, and definitely not an assassin. I am a simple man whose acts are just misunderstood. I finally found a place in this world where I truly belong. I am the deliverer of judgment. Weapons: My dear friends, I am an old fashioned guy. The medieval times were great times of judgment. Nothing can exhilarate a man more than the feeling of sinew and flesh being torn by pure silver. No gunpowder, no bombs. All I use in my exhibitions are three knives, shaped as six's at which the handle grip is within the circle. I wear them along my belt, hidden by my trench coat. My messengers of judgment are that of the name Deliverer. Skills: I am a self taught man. I follow no one style. I am unique, and that is how The Judgment is delivered. If you must know, very swift. I wear all black. My white hair, face, and "Deliverer's" are all that show. I only commit my acts at night, in which I use the shadow for cover. I hate the ideology of ranged combat, therefore I keep my opponent up close, on his/her toes. Character snippet: Defendant: Mr. John Doe Charge: Theft, Avoiding Payment Persecutor: Alucard VanDean Target leaves bar at 12:31 am. Following target on opposite side of street. Target makes way down dark alley. Find fire-escape-ladder and work way to roof. Follow target from roof. Move in for final kill. Two cars pull out from left and right, blocking me in the alley, considering that I have made my way down to ground level. I rush target, slitting throat. Target: Annihilated Main Objective: Survival Hide between two dumpsters in which I am sprayed upon with heavy gunfire. Push dumpsters towards center of alley. I launch both dumpsters towards the Target's guards. Follow right behind dumpster on bound for left side of alley. Men move, causing the dumpster to run into car. I take third knife, flinging it towards single man on right of left entrance. Charge four men on right of left entrance. Remove first man's right arm, followed by a quick uppercut to the jugular with left Deliverer. Launch myself in the air towards next three men. Arms fully extended, Cut throats of two men, landing on top of third, in which I use a cross cutting motion, beheading the man in one swift move. Run behind dumpster to retrieve third Deliverer. Head to top of building through actual apartment staircase. Regain trench coat. Return to streets walking away slowly as the lovely sounds of sirens go off in the background. The night is young, and its only 12:45.