Roleplay Guns Novels & Stories

Noah strapped it under his shirt on his chest. In another car. Conrad had two pistols attached to his chest. They were licensed under his name. Other than the official guns that he couldn’t carry personally. It was a Glock Model 19, 9mm Gen 4 gun. And the other was the TMT Tactical Custom Glock gen 5. Daniel had an Airsoft Pistol Walther P99. And two daggers that he was skilled with. The men were loaded with rifles and automatic guns. Mile was fully loaded with automatic machine guns.

Amy tried not to let the maniacal Joker-like laughter distract her. The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her crazed laughter would distract Amy. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine, which meant her gun was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger, only to hear her gun respond with a click.

But in not far away, Gavin, Kulas and Khez were there and they both fighting out of their lives. • • • • • • • •+ Happenings in my life right now is nowhere to put back instead of holding a pen I hold Guns instead. These unreal monsters who surrounds me are only appears in my dreams but I think I myself was also in my dreams alone. I positioned myself, and started firing them using my AEK-971it has knife in it. I loved action movies eversinced like how I wish I was once the protagonist of those movies maybe deities granted my wish

He planned on drugging them repeatedly till he was able to achieve his goal. “My arm is going to hurt from carrying them. Next time, they will eat dinner in their room. I can't be carrying three of them every time,” He whined. * Later in the day, Roland walked into a gun shop. He went to meet the seller and told him the type of gun he wanted to buy. “Do you have a license?” the seller asked. “No, but I know how to handle a gun,” Roland muttered and brought out some cash from his pocket.

"Okay, get up, c'mon give me the bottle. You are just too drunk to reason." I said as I took the bottle from her and helped her to lie down on my bed, she belched loudly and dozed off, looking at her, I exhaled and covered her with a duvet. *********************************** We left the room for our Escort Mission practice. There were so many guns and explosives in provision. M590 shotguns, sound breaker, MGL-140, AI AS50, TESLA, 327 MAGNUM, With bullets and armours in full. The General made sure we lacked nothing even in our small number. But why weren't we this prepared in our first war? Those new guns, explosives, grenades, bullet proofs and all. They were not provided then.

That’s all his trigger finger needed to hear; he was more than happy to oblige. Garry’s crew drew their guns. Quick, like they had something to prove. But Adam didn’t even blink, he held both guns up with zero hesitation and arms leveled like he was on the range. My boys weren’t the type to stand idle either, they also raised their guns at Garry's crew and a tense energy filled the room. "Go ahead." Kendrick laughed, the sound jagged and reckless, as he reached slowly for the back of his waistband. "Make me a martyr."

I remembered the weight of the gun in my hand. ​Figures in matte-black tactical gear swarmed through the smoke. Malakai was a blur, his weapon spitting tongues of fire that cut through the haze. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of his submachine gun was a visceral symphony of violence. I saw a Reaper level his rifle at Malakai’s exposed side, and before I could think, my instinct took over. ​I raised my pistol, aligned the sights with the center of the dark figure, and squeezed the trigger.

Greta added. I know about that because that's really on their list. In this game, it is said that this theater will act as another character so that you can give justice to that character. Remember? I'm good at that. I always get the lead role but, in this game, it looks like role-playing because it is instant and not on stage. Do you see it? There are salts.

He removes the magazine to check it and it has three bullets. “Well, not bad if you’re a sharp shooter.” He removes the bullets and cocks it and aimed the gun at Tradd who didn’t know he had removed all the bullets already. But Tradd just looked at him and didn’t even flinch when he pulled the trigger. It released a tick-off sound. He nods twice to acknowledge that the handgun indeed functions well. He tucks it in on the side of his pants. Andrik picks up two different kinds of knives. While Tradd picked up a pair of arnis.He glances at everyone who now had pick their chosen weapons. He’s an expert at using any kind of weapon but he’s not in the mood to see blood today.

The criminals who now realized that they were caught in the middle of an ambush scattered. Bryan could see one of them reaching under his shirt to pull a gun of his waist band, but he was quick to fire a shot before his opponent had the chance to. Within seconds, there was a cacophony as gunshots sounded from different directions, as the drug dealers returned fire to the agents. In the midst of he gum duel, a few billets which hit the containers ricocheted, causing sparks in the dark night. After two minutes, three of the criminals laid dead on the concrete ground, while the others knelt down on a straight line with their hands raised up.