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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Katasi: It is mid evening, late in the week. Grocery stocks are low at home. You are in  a local grocery store, more convenient to your homes than the bigger superstores. The florescent lighting casts bright light over the dozen or so customers. You can here people quietly discussing meal ideas, the click-clack of cart wheels on the floor, and the beep of the check-out as one of the customers is rung up.
  
  The peace is broken as a ragged man rushes through the door. His hair and beard look like they have not had care in days, his eyes bloodshot and clothes dirty and torn. Something has taken a large chunk out of his left arm and a heavy revolver is in his right hand. He is obviously sick, his color pale, breathing labored.  "Get out, they're coming, run to safety!"  He yells. With that he raises his gun to his head and pulls the trigger, falling dead. From outside the sounds of automatic gunfire rip through the evening, then go silent. All that can be heard are crowds screaming.
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conversations.value: Umbranar: Will reacts instinctively when he hears the gunshot, getting behind the first object to provide cover and reaching in his leather jacket for his own gun.
  Of course the gun wasn`t there. When in public he put his holster and revolver in his bag.
  
  Will opens the bag, slung over his shoulder and puts on the holster, concealed under his jacket. While standing up from his crouched position, he checks the revolver for ammo before putting it in the holster and walks towards the dead man.
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conversations.value: Astro_sol: Finnegan had just finished deciding that the Family size Fritos were superior to Cheetohs when he heard the screaming start. He saw the crazy disheveled man come in and shoot himself after yelling a bit about someone coming. That caused some screams, and it certainly made him jump, but he forced himself to take deep breaths and  think  while other shoppers began to panic. Most of what he owned was in his car, like his gun, but he imagined pulling that out in the middle of a panicking local grocery store was probably not too smart. No need to cause even more panic. He walks briskly over towards the dead man, also intent on seeing if there was a clear way to his car.
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conversations.value: Katasi: The man, at close glance, appears to be in his late 20s. The bite on his arm is rather gruesome, muscles torn and appears to go down to the bone. A close look at his gun reveals it to be a Colt Anaconda. No sign of what made him go crazy is immediately visible.
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conversations.value: packersfan: Paul unholsters his gun and pulls out his badge. Walking over to the body.  This is Cleaveland police, Everyone remain were you are.  point at the two men who have also made there way over to the bod Make sure no one touches the body and someone call 911 for me  Paul walks over door and looks out seeing what cause the gunfire.
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conversations.value: Astro_sol: Finnegan jumped at the sound of the policeman's voice. Thank goodness there was an authority figure in the room. That way the panic would at least be manageable.
  
  Also, he was another body between him and whatever was shooting out there - he recognized the clatter of gunfire from firing on the range since he could hold a gun. Thanks, Dad.
  
   "Yes, sir!"  he shouted, but as he protected the body, he also tried to get a small look at the outside.
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conversations.value: Katasi: "The army is here!"  a person standing at the doors calls.  "And they've killed some people!"  Anyone looking out can easily see he is correct, several men in military uniforms and brandishing assault rifles. The crowd seems to have cleared around them and in the middle of the street lie about a dozen bodies, clearly human, or at least they where before being shredded apart, possibly by gunfire. The military seems to be warding people off as two men run up with flamethrowers and begin to set the bodies on fire.
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conversations.value: Umbranar: Will turns to the apperent policeman.
   Will Stonemason, former U.S. Militairy. Priority right now is getting these people to safety, sir. This place is likely to be a warzone soon. They do not send the army for small issues. I am at your disposal in whatever you decide, you representing the local autority and all. 
  
  Will pulls away his jacket so that Paul can see the gun.  Just in case things get ugly... 
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conversations.value: Astro_sol: Finn looks between the two men, who seem to have a lot under control.
  
   "Can you guys hold on one sec?"  Before they could answer, Finn was already walking briskly out to his car, which he had fortunately parked near the store. Trying to keep his eyes off of the burning bodies, he quickly reached in and opened the glove compartment. His father's old M1911 service pistol was still there, along with its holster. His white button down could conceal the holster; no need to start a panic waving a gun around. He had a few spare magazines for the weapon, which he tucked into his pockets. Once he had everything secure, he returned to the grocery store.  "So do we have any idea what's going on? I mean, I'm sure the military isn't just randomly burning people,"  he said with a conviction that he didn't quite feel. He glanced at the man on the ground, suppressing a grimace. He'd seen images like this on the internet and TV, but seeing it in real life was something else entirely. Fortunately, he had a strong stomach.  "And what the hell happened to his arm?" 
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conversations.value: Katasi: As you all stand talking the other bystanders are leaving the store, grouping out front where the body is out of sight. Sirens sound in the distance. Suddenly a man screams, followed by the sound of more gunfire.
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conversations.value: Umbranar: Listen officer, just grab that gun and wrap so you can turn it in later. 
  
  Will then walks outside, making sure he can stay behind as much cover as possible from the gunfire. He tries to see whats happening and tries to figure out the best escape route.
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conversations.value: packersfan: Paul goes out with Will We need to get these people to the nearest military or police check point. I will take point and I want you to take rear. 