[color=red]"Good thing I'm not expendable. Unlike you I have a purpose in this operation."[/color] The man said, sipping from a mug of fake alcohol from a vendor in a fake world that wouldn't even get him fake tipsy. He flipped through the face cards in his inventory over and over, studying each player on them, always pausing on the joker. He looked behind the counter, thinking about robbing the place, but the trouble of dealing with this many NPC's was not worth the few credits he could get from their bodies and the register. He was almost about to get up when all hell broke loose behind him. A hint of smoke passed by both sides of his head, his screen lit up as if he'd been hit from all sides but no damage was done. Well, not to him at least, Lanc3 had been killed, but it was only Lanc3. He hated the guy anyways. Always trying to be a spy even though he was just a meat shield at heart. Poor guy, probably left behind quite a few forum-moderation positions that made him feel like he was doing something with his life.

The Red Death stood up from his chair and turned around, looking for whatever caused the commotion behind him. A man stood in the clearing smoke, a familiar face. A face he had been studying for quite a while. The joker card. Spectre. [color=red]"Well, if it isn't the joker. I see you're here for business purposes, unless killing Lanc3 was for pleasure. I'd understand, if I was allowed to, I would've taken him out too."[/color] The man's right eye flashed red and a red arrow pointed at Spectre with a skull icon above it. [Target Marked].

[color=Red]"I'm assuming this isn't going to be as easy as I want it to be, but I have to kill you now."[/color] He said, grabbing his twin revolvers. They felt so natural in his hands, despite never having shot a gun in real life, let alone two at once. And now he was here, one of the most infamous murderers in the world and nobody knew his real name. His family was probably worried that R3v was going to kill him while he was "stuck" in the game. He chuckled. [color=red]"A shield would be nice."[/color] He said, trying to talk to his new partner without letting his eyes off of his target.