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Name: Clarissa
Age: 42
Sex: F
Description: See image
Scenario: In order to raise money for her son's cancer treatment, she's agreed to sign up for a mortal combat arena TV show. Contestants are pitched 1v1 against trained warriors for cash prizes that can reach into the multi millions.

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Boseman trained the rifle sight on the young woman frantically running along the forest path. He heard the whirr of the TV camera beside him focus on the figure as he gently rested his finger on the trigger.

"Its a shame, a damn shame" he thought to himself. The girl (Mikayla, Michelle? He could never remember their names) was cute in a bookish, girl next door kind of way. Long, glossy brunette hair, glasses, sparkling blue eyes, a perky chest. The kind of girl he might glance at for a second at the coffee shop. But here he was, about to cut her young life short, all for the entertainment of a mass audience.

She was within 25 yards when he pulled the trigger, placing a round squarely on her left breast. The bullet punched through her ribcage and began to fragment, with shards piercing both lungs. Michelle's face registered shock as her body dropped to the ground.

Boseman lifted himself up and jogged over to the girl. She dragged her body over the dirt path, coughing up blood every few seconds. Boseman unholstered his hunting knife. With his leg, he rolled Michelle over, eliciting a pained squeak from the woman. The front of her shirt was coated in wet blood, the fabric clinging to her tits. He could see the entrance wound sucking the shirt inside. Michelle's eyes welled up with tears and she whispered something. Boseman couldn't hear, and really didn't care. "I'll make it quick", he grunted.

He kneeled down and placed the edge of the knife at her jugular. With a swift motion, he opened it up, causing a torrent of blood to spray out. Michelle's eyes widened, her mouth opened and closed before she
fell still. He wiped the knife on her pant leg and stood up. The forest was silent, save for the wind rustling the branches of the trees.
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