Seany112
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In the beginning there was war. It was all-encompassing and all-destructive. None could escape its vicious and relentless grips; it played a part in the lives of every citizen who called the planet that circled the distant star home. The war was fought between three opposing sides: Tad’s Cobras, John’s Cobras and Ghost’s Cobras. Each faction owed its name to one of the Cobra brothers: the children of the last monarch to rule the planet in peace, King Cobra. When their father died, the three brothers rushed to the capital to discuss the future. All three had been marshalling forces in secret; conscripting thousands of people who lived on their respective estates. They were all preparing for war, all knew it was inevitable. Each of the three wanted the throne for themselves and as such were determined not to negotiate: there would be no compromise. However, none of them yet had a force large enough army to win a decisive victory over the other two and as such met in the capital, allegedly to discuss a treaty but in reality to buy more time for each of them to build a force large enough to knock out the other two. John controlled the capital and the surrounding areas. This housed by far the largest population and John had used this advantage to build an army that dwarfed those of his siblings and rivals. However, he didn’t hold all of the cards. Tad controlled the oil fields that drove the planet’s economy, without them intergalactic trade would grind to a halt as the Cobras would be unable to finance business with other planets and systems. Although his force was by far the smallest, Tad had established a strong and well-defended border between him and his brothers. It was a border that could not be overrun without dear costs to the brother who eventually did so, leaving them vulnerable to the third. Ghost had claim to the largest territory, its size was greater than that of the two others’ combined. He ruled over the mighty Murus mountain range which provided him with a natural barrier from his brothers. It was surpassable only in a few remote and treacherous places and in these zones Ghost had constructed stout and well armed strongholds, each well equipped and with enough supplies to withstand a long and drawn out siege. The remainder of the land that Ghost controlled was farmland, providing the majority of the food to the rest of the planet. If either Tad or John attacked and were unable to win a quick and decisive victory, they would find themselves without food and their populations would starve. All three brothers realized this, and in the weeks building up to this meeting Tad and John had been investing millions into buying food supplies from Ghost, whilst he, realizing their plot, had raised the prices astronomically. He used the funds to train, equip and expand his army which was now far larger than that of Tad, although still only a third of the size of John’s war machine.
The entire planet was still that day: tense, waiting for something to happen. Those who worked in the fields of Ghost’s agricultural empire were united with those who manned the oil rigs and who sat behind their computer screens pretending they weren’t thinking about “the meeting” in the capital. They were united by their sense of fear for what was to come. All along Tad’s border was silent, the infantry in the trenches staring suspiciously out over no-man’s land towards the defences of the great cities and the dark and foreboding Murus mountains. The men who manned the walls of the cities stared back and those who were stationed in the various Elevated Strongholds’ that blocked any path through the Murus mountain gazed down on them all. All was still.
Ghost walked alone towards the citadel in the centre of the capital. The streets were empty and there wasn’t a soul in sight. The three brothers had agreed there would be no guards, no escorts. They would trust each other not to kill each other, like a normal family, they reasoned. Footsteps pounding on the cobbled street echoed behind him and he swung round, crouching and instinctively gripping the revolver that was strapped to his belt he prepared to meet whoever it was who walked behind him. It was Tad. They nodded a greeting to each other and Ghost straightened up. “We should not have come alone to John’s rats’ nest of a city,” grumbled Tad “He could have any number of tricks up his sleeve. His soldiers man the walls and yet in here we are truly alone.” “You are right,” agreed Ghost, suspiciously. It was unlike his brother to confide so readily in him. John was the oldest of the three and Tad the youngest. Ghost had never felt particularly close to either, but if he had to choose a favourite it would probably be Tad. John was constantly scheming and finding ways to profit from any and all situations. Tad, at least, was not.
Together the two foes, united by a common goal, walked towards the great and impenetrable doors of the citadel where their older brother was waiting, most likely in their fathers mighty throne room. As they got closer the doors began slowly to open. John stood waiting in the gap the doors left. “Brothers!” he called “Welcome to the great city of Fang!”
Confused, Tad and Ghost shared a glance. “You changed the name, then?” queried Ghost. “Why, yes, I did!” exclaimed John. As he did so, he heard the faint sound of hobnailed boots on the streets: as if a large number of soldiers were moving through the city. “What was that?” demanded Ghost, glancing behind them. There was no one yet in sight, but the sound of marching could distinctly be heard. “Nothing, I’m sure,” said John, “just drills of some sort. You two are, I trust, alone?” He asked. “We keep our word,” growled Tad, over the now undeniable sound of at least one hundred soldiers moving towards the citadel. As John opened his mouth to reply, a column of troops came into view at the bottom of the street leading up to the mighty building. “Yes, well, I’m sorry to say this but unfortunately neither of you will be leaving here today,” said John. “I have decided the best way to resolve this peacefully is for me to take control. It’s for the best really, war is a nasty business. As I speak my troops are moving into position to attack yours. I imagine you shall both be overwhelmed within the day.”
“How can you do this?” Demanded Ghost, “You have not the troops to beat us both at once,” “Brother! Surely you know better than this for now! You did not think that I allowed you to know the true extent of my armies, did you?” said John, cheerfully. “Now, I’m afraid I’m going to tell the Captain of that Brigade down there to shoot you. Awfully sorry about that,” he said, and raised his arm to the line of soldiers that had now stopped some twenty metres from where Ghost and Tad stood. The great door began to rumble shut. Drawing his revolver, Ghost dashed after John and Tad tried to follow, but was too slow. A volley of shots from the soldiers floored him and Ghost turned around for one last look at his brother before the doors sealed him into the citadel. Turning, he found himself in a large corridor leading up to a vast staircase, up which John was now prancing, passing four well-armed soldiers on the way. As soon as they saw Ghost they stopped and began to fire at him, but he ducked behind one of the statues that lined the hallway. The four soldiers began to run towards him. Carefully aiming his revolver, he shot the lead in the head. The man fell to the floor whilst the gunshot echoed through the hallway, the other three men tripping over the body and losing their balance. Whilst they were disorientated Ghost shot another through the eyes and a third through the stomach, but the third had by then regained his balance and aimed his rifle at Ghost. He pulled the trigger and emptied an entire clip of ammunition in Ghost’s direction. Fearing for his life, Ghost flung himself onto the floor and covered his head with his arms. He was hit twice, once in the bicep and another time on the foot. When the clip was finally empty and the soldier paused to reload, Ghost leapt onto his knees and fired in his direction, but missed. The soldier instinctively ducked and desperately finished reloading his rifle. In his haste, however, he did it wrong, and when pulling the trigger the gun jammed. This left Ghost ample time to dispatch of him with a clean shot to the head. By this time the soldiers that had been outside were battering at the doors, trying to get in and to protect John. Ghost limped towards the pile of bodies and selected a rifle from one of the corpses. Turning, he began to walk towards the staircase up which John had fled.
If he was to die, John was going with him.
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uvlost
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| 15 Apr 2016 12:16 PM |
artist
- uvlost | "Yes because no one wins"
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Seany112
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| 15 Apr 2016 12:17 PM |
ty babe
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AGAMEX
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| 15 Apr 2016 12:58 PM |
| Good story i can read it millions of times and i never get bored |
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| 15 Apr 2016 07:25 PM |
This is the best thing I have ever read in a LONG time.
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| 16 Apr 2016 04:14 PM |
how much for a lore
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Seany112
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| 16 Apr 2016 04:26 PM |
k @Realots
idk @Recogic I didn't proof read this one so it's not as good as I'd like
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| 16 Apr 2016 04:28 PM |
very cool
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tibiscus
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| 16 Apr 2016 04:30 PM |
next time paragraph more my eyes hurt
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Seany112
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| 16 Apr 2016 04:31 PM |
ya ik I'm going to
I'm new to this !!!
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| 16 Apr 2016 04:32 PM |
i click on the thread and bam trump's anti-mexican wall of text
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| 16 Apr 2016 04:34 PM |
tl;dr: once upon a time this kid logged on roblox and decided to make a clan. this kid was really stupid. he decided to name his clan "ghost's cobras". this clan will live on to become a wannabe john's cobras, despite both clans being really bad
the end
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| 16 Apr 2016 05:12 PM |
^^ Classic C&G huh
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| 16 Apr 2016 06:10 PM |
CHAPTER TWO: You Can Call me King Cobra
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