Magnum returned to the boss of the Dark Souls Camp, Nero DeAngelo, and reported the success of the mission.

"You need not worry about those who fail to pay you your protection money anymore, sir. This is the price they pay when they fail to pay us." Magnum stated, pulling his revolver out and setting it on the table.

"Very good, Magnum. You have never failed me yet. Your services are most welcome." Nero answered in his Italian accent, smoking a huge cigar.

Magnum stood up. "Do you have another target for me?"

"I do. This time, however, you won't be dealing with people who fail to pay their bills... you are to begin a war with another camp."

"Which camp, sir?" Magnum asked. This was something he wasn't expecting... and, according to Magnum's self preservation program, went against what he lived by. He killed people who were mostly morons and fools, unable to fight back. Those who could defend themselves were people he respected and left alone unless they stood in the way of his objective... directly targeting a camp was not something he had in mind.

"The Blue Stripes have been muscling in on our turf recently. I want you to deal with any and all Blue Stripes campers with extreme prejudice that walk into our jurisdiction. Do I make myself clear?" Nero asked. It was likely that he would spark the war by this one act. Magnum would either murder the Blue Stripe campers, or they would murder him. Either way, the result would be a large scale conflict between the two camps...

Magnum picked up the revolver. "I... understand."

He understood... but he wasn't going to go through with it. He had never disobeyed an order before now...

What was wrong with him?

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ROMANCE IS BANNED IN THIS STORY!!

http://www.protagonize.com/group/planning-brainstorming/topic/3226

It's 2060 and the world has gone to war with eachother. All peace treaty's have been broken and each country is fighting fro themselves.
The US and England are the worst hit, with internal conflict tearing through the country

It's marked mature so put in what you like ;)
Please tell me before you post and post your character bio x)

CHARACTERS

{Twins}
Name: Darren Fall
Name: Dilyla Fall
Age's: 17
Camp: Blue Stripes
Appearence's: ash blonde hair, both have chin-length, shaggy hair, Darren's eyes are blue, Dilyla's grey. Peachy skin,tall, skinny and lanky. They both wear blue shirts, black trench coats and blue jeans. Both wear red sneakers. Look exactly alike.
Personalities: loud, rude, they stick to eachother like glue, sneaky, get what they want. They are the city raiders
Weapons: Kitchen Knifes, two guns, poison bullets, shells(as in the used-by-gun type), they have their own secret code, big sticks.
~~~IchigoRingo-Chan~~~~

Name: Jorgan Stevens
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 27
Camp: Camp Cali
Appearance: black hair, tall, broad shoulders, handsome
Personality: impatient, tough, confident (close to cocky)
Weapons: Anything he can find. He always carries a knife and an automatic pistol.
~~~Babyrhinos~~~


Name: Magnum 'the Revolver' Rider (obviously not his real name, just what he answers to)
Age: Unknown
Camp: Dark Souls
Appearance: Wears a black trenchcoat and a black fedora hat, and wears sunglasses. Wears a revolver holster across his chest, and has two more on both of his thighs. Often seen with a chain gun or a sniper rifle in his arms. Also a cyborg.
Personality: Quiet to the point where people think he's a mute. He puts his objective before everything else, and will kill anyone who impedes him for achieving his goals without hesitation or a second thought. However, this is because of his programming: his real personality is much nicer.
Weapons: Three revolvers, two submachine guns, sniper rifle, a chain gun, and may also use a bazooka at times
~~~Xeranad~~~

Phillip Moriano
Age:20
Camp:N/A. He Is a Nomad
Appearance: A torn black , red, and blue trenchcoat. Two black with bloodied shouldergaurds. A torn up military grey amour vest. With a black shirt underneath. A heavy belt carrying variouse supplies. Combat pants with pockets, assormnet of muntions, Knives, armour, and explosives. His right arm is completely robotic. Blue eyes. His face is scarred heavily on the right side, but otherwise is quite handsome, but keeps it hidden with a bandana over his nose.
Personality: Intelligent, quick thinking, Stubborn, does not know the meaning of death.Keeps his motives hidden, does not trust anyone yet keeps many friends close to him without telling them anything. Believes strongly that his right arm does not mean he is a cyborg. Is attracted to violence, but hates it
Weapons: A small, sturdy sniper. A desert Falcon, A Thermal katana. One Submachine gun, heavy assualt rifle


Name: Anastasia Lock
Age: 17
Camp: Flying Freaks (hates it there but has nowhere else to go - it's too risky)
Apperance: Layered cropped black hair, blue eyes, strong, slim, olive coloured skin. Wearing a black hoodie, blue skinny jeans and white trainers; everything splattered with blood and mud. Battered rucksack keeping everything in.
Personality: Hates anything girly, a VERY big tomby, not interested in boys at all, strong, myschevious, adventourus, witty, thinks you need to take risks to get anywhere in life.
Weapons: An axe, a large dagger, a shotgun with numorous bullets. Anything else she can find. (Always carries a pop-up one-man tent)
~~~Dancingshoes14~~~

updated Jan 1 '01 by IchigoRingo-Chan