It was a bloodbath. Both Southern and Northern blood was being sprayed everywhere by the barrage of bullets and lasers and paper airplanes. Even normal looking people got a taste of the action, grabbing whatever lost weapons they could find and firing at anyone that wasn't familiar to them. This was like D-Day all over again. The Northerners ended up busting out the big guns, and by big guns I mean explosives. Each explosion took out a chunk of the Southern crowd. Well I wasn't doing anything productive, so I rushed down into the depths of the ship, searching for an armory. The one I found was completely ransacked, aside from a few guns on the floor. The best I could find was a poop bolt-action sniper with about a dozen bullets. It was better than nothing. I rushed back up to find the Southern crowd quickly decreasing in size due to the explosives. Lucky me, I could see the men wielding the explosive launchers from where I was standing. "Here goes nothing..." I muttered, lining up a shot on the closest target. I fired. A quarter of a second later, blood flew out from the new opening in his head before he fell. The Southern crowd, now not exploding, managed to gain quite a bit of ground when the man was taken out. Confident with my ability to hit people standing still with explosives in the head, I readied my second shot.
