Perfect Soldier: THE THREAD.

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He walked into what seemed to be a very lush jungle. The door closed behind him. Ahead of him was what seemed to be a narrow path leading to a clearing. "You have 3 objectives in this room. Find what you can REALLY do, find the exit door, and survive. Good luck!"
 
Richard kept his gun at the ready, and his senses focussed. Being asked to show what he could really do - he didn't like the sound of that. It was usually followed by somebody putting him into danger, and he had no doubt this would happen to him her.

Richard emerged into the clearing, tentatively creeping forwards as he did so.
 
After reaching the clearing, he could hear some clicking behind and under him. The trees seemed to grow closer, the area darker, like a sudden shift to nighttime. His suit light up accordingly, giving him about three meters of visibility. If he looked enough, though, he could start seeing glints of light from the trees, from something reflecting light that was coming from his suit.
 
Though taken back by the abrupt shift, Richard did his best to keep his cool, and kept his weapon poised and at the ready. However, he began wavering when the glints of light began showing themselves. He did his best to follow them, but the suspense was killing him. He had to take action, he knew - but what would he even do?
 
Things finally settled down. Everything was pitch black... except himself and what now looked to be round glass lenses between two ridges.
 
Cautiously, Richard approached the lens. He didn't want to have to pull the trigger - he knew he was a poor shot, and even at close range, he wasn't guaranteed to be able to hit whatever leapt out at him. He didn't even know if he could stop whatever was in front of him - there was always running and hiding, though.
 
The lenses backed out with a cackle, always remaining at the same distance from him. He could see a faint red glow on himself, though...
 
Richard couldn't keep his cool any longer - he saw the red glow, and heard the cackle. Alone, they were rarely good signs. Together, they practically screamed 'PULL THE BLOODY TRIGGER'. He squeezed off a few rounds in the light source's general direction, hoping to at least ward off whatever was watching him.
 
It worked - but probably not in the way he wanted. The lenses and lights scattered, accompanied with a lot more cackling. He could notice a small canister-like device being thrown in his direction though...
 
Richard noted the canister. It took him a second or two to notice it, but he knew it was there. Desperate, he dived for cover, taking refuge as far away from the canister as possible, while still in the clearing.
 
He jumped too late - while the gas didn't really reach him, his dive brought a draft that carried the gas, of which he got a whiff. It smelled minty. The gas quickly dissipated afterwards, and everything was mostly calm, save for the occasional sound.
 
Richard coughed and spluttered, the minty taste not one he needed in him right now. He backed up, panicking - he had no idea what the gas was going to do to him, but he didn't think it was anything he'd like.
 
The minty taste persisted, but at least the smoke was dissipated and the cackling was gone. But then again, so was the clearing now...
 
Richard kept his weapons out, trying to use his teeth to scrape the minty taste off of his tongue. Something was wrong - terribly, terribly, wrong. He backed up, making sure to look behind himself constantly, constantly on edge.
 
For now there was nothing... except whatever he backed up onto. It felt warm and moist.
 
Richard turned away from what he backed into, and pointed his gun at it. His trigger discipline seemed awful, but given that the place seemed like Australia in how everything seemed to be deadly, he didn't think shooting something dead would be much of an issue at this point in time.
 
It was a tree. However, he could notice that he was on the edge of the forest now - a vast plain being ahead.
 
Richard lowered his weapon slightly, but was still wry of the situation. With no small degree of hesitation, he stepped forwards, keeping his eyes peeled for danger.
 
It was a plain open field - although he could hear a rumble filling the area.
 
The rumbling was too ominous for Richard's liking - he froze in place, waiting for something to happen.
 
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