originally posted in:Neo Punks
"That's the intention" [b]He says with a heavy Texan accent, closing his eyes [/b]
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All of the bullets hit but one. Limbo shakes his head "You have to calculate the distance in a split second, you can't just shoot in the general direction and hope for the best, try again." Limbo threw up three more cans
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[b]He keeps firing, taking his time[/b]
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"All hits, good job, now let's test on something a little more realistic." Limbo had set up a human shaped target on the edge of the building "Go for body shots if a guy has already seen you, if you still haven't been seen, line up head shots, actually, just take headshots whenever the opportunity arises, it's a guaranteed kill, just don't take too much time lining up the shot if you've been seen, that's a good way to get a bullet to the chest." Limbo stepped back and waited for JT to start shooting
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[b]I crouch down, and aim the reticle for the targets neck, counting on recoil, and I fire 3 shots, hoping it worked[/b]
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The recoil on the gun wasn't great enough to get a clean headshot, but a kill shot nonetheless. "Remember, absorb the kick with your shoulder."
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[b]Hearing this, he places the stock dead center of his shoulder, readying up[/b]
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"Just breathe, pull the trigger slow and take your time."
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[b]Slowly, he lines the reticle for his head, firing one shot, a second not too long after, but not too close to the first shot. [/b]
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"Good, very good, I say we continue this tomorrow, it's getting dark." [spoiler]im literally bout to go to bed but we can finish this tmrw[/spoiler]
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"Alright" [b]He says, handing you the gun back[/b]