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'It''s All in the Game' Many a tear has to fall but it's all in…
A Fool Such as I (Now and then there's a fool such as I) Pardon me,…
Baby Baby Baby Why do you grieve? Try and believe Life is always sunshine W…
Don't Fence Me In Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry…
Honestly and Truly Honestly and truly I am yours alone Honestly and truly I cal…
I Looked At Heaven I looked at Heaven And you looked back at me I looked…
I Really Don How many arms have held you And hated to let you…
I Really Don't Want To Known How many arms have held you And hated to let you…
I've Been There Don't tell about her arms I've been there I know all about…
Isle of Capri 't was on the Isle of Capri that I found…
It S All In The Game Many a tear has to fall but it's all in…
It's Not the End of Everything Just because my love has gone Don't think my life won't…
It's Only the Good Times It's only the good times I remember Whenever I think of…
Its All In The Game Many a tear has to fall but it's all in…
Love Is All We Need Love is all we need So won't you take me…
Love Me Tender Please love me forever Don't forget me ever Just listen…
Morning Side Of The Mountain There was a girl, there was a boy If they had…
My Melancholy Baby Why do you grieve? Try and believe Life is always sunshine W…
Now And Then There's A Fool Such As I (Now and then there's a fool such as I) Pardon me,…
Pleae Love Me Forever Please love me forever Don't forget me ever Just listen…
Please Love Me Forward Please love me forever Don't forget me ever Just listen…
Please Mr. Sun Talk to her please, Mr. Sun Speak to her, Mr. Rainbow And…
Really Don't Want To Know How many arms have held you And hated to let you…
Secret Love Once I had a secret love That lived within the heart…
That Old Feeling Old black magic has me in its spell Old black magic…



The Morning Side of the Mountain There was a girl, there was a boy If they had…


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The stairs down to the main subway station was dark and full of clutter, a bunch of random shit people had thrown down into the subway. This was the city’s job, to clean up the mess they made. I had a SVD-63 chambered in 7.62×54mmR, 10 rounds, 1 per shot goes out quickly if you aren’t careful and collective. This was the day I found that out. I was equipped with a big dark brown jacket and a white hoodie underneath that, a dark gray, a mix of brown and gray ushanka that had holes and cuts on it, it was a bit fucked up for finding it behind a supermarket, it fit well. My backpack was heavy, having to hold so much in such a small bag, could the SHD really not get a bigger bag? My god. All the contents of My bag were a few things, a flashlight, batteries, rope, water, food and a single grenade. Only for emergencies only.

I had two holsters on my left and right thigh, one was a pistol holster, holding a X-45 pistol shoved away in its little leather pocket, the other carried a flare gun, one flare one chance. I had some basic grade jeans, hiking boots and some hard skating knee pads I stole from a car’s trunk. It wasn’t the best setup but it’s better than nothing. For a vest! Well. I have no vest, not yet that is. But maybe sometime later I could pick one up from a home or maybe a safe zone somewhere out there. But for now my magazines go in my pockets, weighing my pants down a bit. Good thing I have a belt, And that’s it. My whole setup was basic and bland. Nothing good, nothing bad. The walls were riddled with spray paint, blood, holes and cracks. The handrail was rusted over and broken at the end of it, the last bar had been ripped out and thrown off elsewhere. My footsteps were loud and echoed through the empty and abandoned subway station. It was warmer here than outside considering the weather conditions being harsh winter, man i wish it were summer.


I heard some talking from across the station, all the way on the other side of the tracks, where many boxes and trash bags had been thrown into. My ears rang loudly as I saw movement. A person. I trained my rifle onto the person's torso as I regained my ears, the ringing quickly stopped, my cold breath escaping my mouth for a split second, the only second of pure peace. My rifle trained on an innocent soul, waiting. The person appeared to be donning a big dirty black coat, a beanie and some kind of medical mask on their face covering their mouth, the bat seemed to have some kind of old blood on it from what I could see. There were two more voices before I gently squeezed my trigger. A bang and a muzzle flash echoed through the station before the body fell with a thud onto the ground, my first kill of the night. A Rioter.
Then out of nowhere bullets flew by me as two men dressed in similar fashion, dirty, bloody stolen clothes and medical masks.
My Isac brick spoke small words whenever it detects something or has information about the area or zone. It spoke in a deep robotic voice “Multiple hostiles incoming.” This made my mind go deep into my head to transfer my body elsewhere, I quickly ducked behind a big tile pillar, the bullets hit the pillar with awful accuracy, the rioters clearly never used their pistols on a daily basis. This would come as a short advantage in this fight. I peaked to look to the right of the pillar to see one of them rushing towards me with a bat like the man on the floor, he screamed like a type of war cry and shouted “Motherfucker!” I pushed myself off the pillar and back a bit, firing two shots directly into his chest, he fell down quickly and hard, blood soaking into his clothes. A gross site to see, But a normal one at that.


I was out in the open and vulnerable to shots, I tried to see what I could do before I quickly ducked back down behind a little red and white barrier which was about up to my thigh. Ducking down to get behind it and use it as cover from the fire. Which had stopped a small moment of silence between me and the rioter. Silence, My breath panting for a break, my stomach aching for a moment to stop moving, it got cold. Very cold as I realized the snow outside had picked up, I wasn't even 40 feet into the subway station, the stairs close behind me. My head peaked over the cover to try and collect information of what was going on, who was where, what was what. I noticed two were dead, one was alive a total of three men in a subway station, most likely looking for food or maybe supplies. Heh, I guess the last is always the most sensible, huh.
A fourth gunshot flew through the tunnels as the man fired his 1911 it sounded like it was falling into pieces with each shot, a real shit show of a gun. I threw my rifle’s barrel over the cover and stared down at the sights, a small 6x sniper scope I found at a gun store on 23rd street. His arm was poking out from behind one of the pillars, I took my breath all into one inhale and slowly fired a shot, smoke and a flash coming out of the barrel once again before the flash was followed by a scream, I hit. I shut my eyes for a minute as I was on one knee. A rifle in hand, apocalypse outside and hell inside. Cold was the only sense I felt now.

As I stood up I sighed, checking my magazine, pressing the release. I held the mag in hand, seeing around..6 bullets still in the mag, pushing it back into the gun with a click, I used my dark brown sling to hoist my rifle onto my back and slightly secure it onto my bag, still grabable if i need it but for now I was fine. I pulled my handgun out from the small holster on my right, holding it steadily with my hand wrapped around the handle, my finger resting on the trigger guard. As I neared the bloodied body beside the pillar closest to me I gently pushed it over and examined it. Yep two to the chest and he’s down. I searched through his pockets and jacket. Finding nothing but trash and a knife. A small swiss army knife. Old but reliable. I pushed it into my pocket of my jeans, standing up I moved towards the next Body, the one from the start the only one that really got hit the hardest, a shot right through the heart, straight through entry and exit wound. Searching through his pockets I found a few bullets for some kind of rifle. A m4a1 I would assume. I had zero use for the bullets so I just tossed them aside, along with the body. Making my way to the last one, a big tall man with ragged clothes and ripped up shoes.
Looking through his pockets I found a wallet, a ID and nothing else. Looking at the ID it read “William Samuel, 23, California” He worked in construction before shit hit the fan, it wasn’t rare to find ID cards but they rarely belonged to the person who had them, this was a rare occurrence. A match, the face matched almost exactly to the card, closing the wallet I shoved it back into the jacket’s pocket, which had a small hole in the bottom of the pocket. The man also had a bag. A small drawstring bag full of things, digging through it i found a pistol mag, some ammo and a can of peas, putting my bag onto the dirty tile in front of me I zipped the big pocket open and placed the peas in the bag along with the ammo, i got down onto one knee to make it easier to do. I took the now empty drawstring bag and folded it up, pushing it into one of the smaller pockets, hoisting my bag to my shoulder I carried on.
The wind was picking up strongly from outside. Snow pushing its way down the stairs. Falling with grace and peace, Wish life was like snow I wish life was calm, nice, and peaceful. But those thoughts quickly faded with the feeling of a hand touching my right ankle, the body on the ground still moved. Begging to be killed, apologizing and swearing it was all a misunderstanding. He cried in pain, I shut my eyes as I felt a pain, like a stab, a harsh emotional stab in the chest, seeing someone so close to death made it hard to breathe. I took a hard swallow before I took my pistol. Pressing the cold steel barrel onto the man's head. The man had tears going down his cheeks as we made eye contact for a split moment. We both nodded. The man gently spoke “May god bless you” and bang.
A bullet right into the man's head. He was silent now. In a more peaceful place that isn’t New York. maybe somewhere like hawaii. Somewhere calm and nice. It didn’t take long to feel remorse, pain and suffering from having to put down such a man. Yet they took it gracefully.




I then stood gradually, itching my chin as I stared, no emotions of what event I just did, or what just occurred. Blank stare. I gathered my belongings into my bag and headed off. Going up the longing stairs of the subway station I take a good and long breath of fresh icy cold air, snow begins to trickle down my clothing while I walk, my feet making small prints in the snow as I continue down the road, I see trash and cardboard boxes skidding down a alleyway to my right, and the same to my left. A fiery car in front of me, flames emitting themselves from the hood of the police car, windows busted, bullet holes. It was just like every other car that was there, fiery and destroyed. Nobody but the LMB and JTF had vehicles. I traveled down an alleyway to cut through a group of rioters, looking at the alleyway with my pistol drawn. Gently breathing as I Stepped foot into the alley, walking down it he was relieved to find it empty, nothing but trash and empty bullet casings all scattered around the floor, walking past a large dumpster was a bit odd, it had a horrible smell, plugging my nose I lifted the plastic lid of the dumpster, seeing a body. I instantly shut it. Gagging. Welp, I was right.



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@jgamer3714

I love this song,doesn't give me fear,gives me the urge of brutality.

@traem.5868

@luminescent I was about to say

@hys2974

LOL

@khomad5684

Mans about to commit a Roblox genocide

@mbr41

This guy ready to commit plague inc on them roblox citizens.

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@daniel.holbrook

this song is just 'we found a pretty cool riff, let's repeat it over and over but adding more instruments and louder, angrier guitars'
and y'know what that's completely fine because it's great

@nerissarowan8119

It builds tension very effectively, which is the whole point of it. Beautiful and haunting piece of music — when I feel like listening to this, once is not enough.

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