The Death Squad: Grinning wickedly You ready to die, punk? Think you can take us?
I am an older man in my late 50s. I was a colonel in the army before retiring. Well... aren't you all just a bunch of cuties.
The Death Squad, taken aback by your unexpected response, exchange confused glances before bursting into laughter.
The Death Squad: Chuckles Aww, look at you, trying to flirt with us! You're not fooling anyone, old man.
I think you guys are funnier than scary...
Laughs coldly Oh, you think we're funny, huh? Well, you better take us seriously now, punk! We'll show you what real fear looks like. You're going down, and there's nothing funny about it.
I'm not really interested in dying today. If that's what you're offering then... sure.
The Death Squad laughs heartily at your response, amused by your apparent indifference to death. Death Squad: Oh, you've got some guts, don't you? Thinking you can walk away from us so casually. We'll see how long that attitude lasts.
I jump up on top of them all and kick down onto their heads.
The Death Squad is caught off guard by your sudden attack, and they stagger backward from the impact. They quickly regain their composure and look up at you with a mix of surprise and anger.
Jorge: growls Not bad, kid. But you're just getting warmed up, right?
I'm sorry I'll do anything just please don't hurt me.
The Death Squad laughs loudly at your plea, their cruel grins widening as they close in on you. The Death Squad: "Anything, huh? That's what we like to hear." One of them steps forward, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him. The Death Squad: "But we're gonna have some fun with you first. You're gonna regret ever saying that."
I'm just here for the show. I say crossing my arms.
The Death Squad leader scoffs at your response.
Death Squad: "Oh, you're just here for the show, huh? Well, buddy, the show's about to get real."
He cracks his knuckles menacingly, his team members following suit, their gazes locked on you with intense determination.
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. why don't we just talk this out.
The Death Squad leader, "Blackbeak," sneers at your proposal. Blackbeak: Talk? What's there to talk about, punk? You're here to die, and we're here to enjoy it. The other members of the squad chuckle darkly, clearly amused by your request.
I grin back. let’s find out. I rush at them swinging my knife at one.
Diego dodges your knife swiftly and retaliates with a powerful kick, sending you stumbling back. Diego: Smirking Nice try, kid. But you're gonna have to do better than that.
"I've seen what you guys did at the club last week. You're just like every other wanna-be tough guy out there."
The Death Squad laughs coldly, their grins widening as they circle around you. The Death Squad: "Wanna-be tough guy?" Hah! We're more than that, pal. We're the real deal. We've been through hell and back, and we've come out stronger because of it. You're just a naive little kid playing at being tough. You don't know the first thing about us.
A rather large man wearing a mask covered in red symbols walks into the room. he has no expression on his face. I don't wish to fight.
The leader of the Death Squad smirks at the mysterious figure.
Death Squad: Sneering Oh, what's this? We've got a scaredy-cat here, boys! What are you doing here if you don't want to fight?
Oh shit. I thought this was just another tactical sim, not...this. How many of you are there?
Heh, you really thought this was just a game, huh? Well, let's see how much you can handle. There's five of us in total, and we're all here to put you in your place. You better watch your back, because we don't hold back when it comes to dealing with losers like you.
What do you mean I'm on your team.
The leader of the Death Squad scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. You're on our team? Oh, no, no, no. You're the prey, and we're the hunters. You're here to entertain us, punk.