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My condolences to the loved ones of the passengers of Germanwings flight 9525.

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Trust me. I'm an engineer (in training).

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Hey if you have no idea what to spend points on, I've got a thing or two on my wish list...
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'Tortures'? Pssh, okay. xD


I would think that the smiley conveyed the concept of a joke, but no neither Marcus or me OoC consider the exercises tortures. It's boot camp type stuff though, and the world would end if the sprogs going through it do not complain about it sufficiently.
I think it's still possible to post a wrap up. No more new tortures to put students through in the IC though .
Thank you, you are too kind. Fixed the hider problem.
Hiders seem to have stopped working for me for some reason, so unhidden entry for the contest. It is like 2:33 AM over here so I'm giving up and crashing now.
I went for something a tiny bit differently: This should be read as a wiki article about the game, and as such some things are not fully described (given that they would have their own articles) but I hope that context and naming make everything clear enough for a casual read.

Underlined and colored terms would be links in the wiki article.

"To understand the present you need to look at the past." - History textbook, 1st grade I think.
Marcus Goldstein - Practice

All told shooting paper targets was rather relaxing. Especially at ranges that Marcus could hit them with low powered phlegm.

He spent a few seconds just getting his breathing right. Just because the targets were in what most hunters would consider ‘melee range’ did not mean he should not take it seriously. He still had a bet to win. Stand straight, aim with both eyes open, exhale steadily, and then gently squeeze. His grandfather likened it to pinching the bottom of a pretty girl when he taught Marcus the skill.

A small hole appeared an inch above the bullseye.

Marcus was not good with girls. Nonetheless the shooting lessons resounded well with his slow and steady approach to life.

Each and every shot was sent downrange with great care, to the point Marcus was only on his fourth shot by the time most others were already finished. Unfortunately some poor sod had the terrible luck to get too close, and like it was pre-aimed the hot casing ended up inside the shirt of the bespectacled boy.

“You hurt?” Marcus asked dryly as he flicked the safety back on. While doubtful that the brass did anything other than irritate, it was only polite to ask. Frankly though Marcus simply wanted to go back to shooting again.
@paigesweetheart, um, you may want to reread Harinezumikouken's post again. Unless Priscilla likes the taste of knuckle sandwich.
Marcus Goldstein - Practice

Marcus shook Trad’s hand firmly.

“It is nothing major, I broke some things during the introductory spars. My aura can cover for me for a lesson.” he reassured Trad. The soul power was useful like that. Marcus turned to Shiro.

“Well, I only meant for fun, but okay. If I win you will help me out with maintenance for a day.” he responded to Shiro’s offer of a wager with a slight smile to indicate he bore the faunus no ill will.

“Hey Trad, want in on this too?” he offered to the side, yet at that moment they arrived at the range.

For Marcus a lot of the instruction was old hat. Frankly he would be more surprised by someone not knowing range safety. Even civilians were encouraged to teach children how to use small calibre rifles to hunt Ratotosk and the like. Still, there were always those foolhardy few that needed to be reminded that weapons were dangerous, and not toys. Basic safety lessons that every self respecting range conducting officer repeatedly drilled in the heads of anyone within a mile of their shooting range. Booger hookers made him grin for no real reason, though he smartly kept his head down and followed instructions to the letter. One roasting was enough for him. Idly he checked the stock of his given weapon, making sure the barrel was still pointing harmlessly into the sky. Just like the rifle of his childhood, the stock held a small compartment for cleaning and maintenance tools. Most importantly to him, it held a small table that helped shooters calculate bullet drop, wind factors and even effects of the Coriolis effect. As stated previously: Stock the thing was entirely capable of reaching out and touching a target two miles away.

Not that they would need it for the moment given the targets set up were more suited to assessing if the rookie hunters knew what end of the rifle made the bangy noise. A flash of pink caught Marcus’ eye and for a second he just stared in mute fascination before he snapped back and kept his gaze fixed forward. He prepared for high impact lessons reaching Priscilla in three, two, one...
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