Jinxy
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:09 PM |
TC 1: An excerpt from the journal of Infantry Major General Mondkrieg ofthe Blue Army. 2: The Plot. 3: The Rules 4: The Sheets.
--- From the personal journal of Infantry Major General Mondkrieg of the Blue Army.
"We had been fighting for generations countless. Digging up and tearin up our earth for our earthen tunnels, with open roofs. Our trenches. We are born in them, and we die in them. It's too dangerous to clamber up the walls and charge across the no-man's land, what with the dangerous laser rifles that could cut a man down ina second, no matter what type of armour he was wearing. Unless the armour was super marine armour. But those guys are hard to find. It takes blood and guts to be a super marine. Not too many have the blood and the guts it takes. The sky is a dull gray. The rain plips down on our faces has we look up at it. The trench walls are turning slightly into mud. The ground is already soft and squishy, a pool of water forms near my feet. BOOM! There was the roar of an artillery shell. Some dumb jackdaw probably tried to fly with the jet packs. That was stupid. We are running. Running. Running. Fighting our demons, and fighting our enemies. Fighting ourselves. God we can't give up, we have to fight and keep fighting. It's all we got left. Our cities are gone. We live in bunkers now. Instead of toys, children get knives and guns. You come to age when you kill your first enemy. War maybe hell, as they said a long time ago, but this hell is all we have to live for. Humanity and Peace must survive..." --- (I suppose my back story needs a plot to explain it...) It's sometime in the future, and the world's goverments failed and quickly stepped in the Corporations. They became the new goverment. War is profitable, they quickly realized. So the Red Corporation declared war on the Blue Corporation, and as such, they have been fighting now for many generations, in the trenches. While it was still in it's infancy, a faction arose of men and women who didn't belong to either corporation. They were soon to become the Super Marines. They are the toughest of the tough.Baddest of the bad. They hire themselves out to the Corporations, and lead the charge. They are the greatest tool for increasing moral of yur army, and the greatest way t decrease your enemy's. They fight until they die, or you die. --- Rules: 1) If your name is fastpager400, your not allowed to speak on this thread. 2) If your going to troll my thread, your not allowed to speak on this thread. 3) If your not going to use common sense, your going to die. 4) If you want to be a Super Marine, send me an audtionary paragraph VIA pm. 5) You will have fun. 6) No sheets will be accepted unless they put the last line of the journal in their CS somewhere. --- The Sheets: Name: Rpage: (Between 13-30) Faction:(Red or Blue or Super Marine [by acception only]) Job:(No civilians, your all a military being) Inventory: Appearnce: Bio:(Optional.) |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:17 PM |
Name: Sire Regdens Rpage: 15 Faction:Blue Job: Riflemen Inventory: Plasma grenades, Laser pistol, Laser Rifle v2.0 (Invented yet? yes no? V.V) Appearnce: Basic riflemen armour (Im going with random things..) Bio: Grew up behind the lines, but was commonly arty'd so used to bombs dropping from the sky.
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Jinxy
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:18 PM |
| (Perhaps this is the first one I've typed that required I explain the plot in the post. .-.) |
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Jinxy
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:19 PM |
| (Lol, the last part of your bio is redundant, all are used to it by now. They would go into shock if all the cannons went silent. Jah, your accepted.) |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:27 PM |
| (Ill start when another person enters.) |
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Jinxy
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:31 PM |
| (I'd prefer if you waited for me to give the signal to start.) |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:33 PM |
Name: Victoria Eden Rpage: 24 Faction: Red Job: Sniper Inventory: M107A1 w/ Bipods, Camp setup, canned food, bottles of water, extra ammo, M9 Pistol, x3 Frag Grenades, x2 Claymores, a Health Kit. Appearnce: Blonde hair, Caucasian, little freckles on face, stands at 5'4", wears an army vest to hold her supples. Bio: Unknown
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:35 PM |
| (Supplies*. Accepted. Allow me to draw up my sheet, and then you may begin.) |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:38 PM |
| The M107A1 has a thermal scope, and a Black and Blue tiger stripped painting on the gun. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:44 PM |
Name: Mondkrieg Rpage: 26 Faction:Blue Job:Major General of the Infantry Inventory: Laser pistol, portable stereo, officer's saber, laser rifle v.3.Various mines. Appearnce: Long black hair, bright green eyes, a scar across the right eye, a scar on the bridge of a nose that has been broken several times. Rarely out of his armor, which is Mark V Spiderflex, a light type of armor that reflects most laser rifle fire, discluding the artillery and repeating lasers that attack across the no-man's land. Bio:(Optional.) opted out. It will be revealed. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:46 PM |
| Can I edit my CS? I have a Laser Pistol instead of an M9. I also have light blue eyes. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:47 PM |
| Anyways, you are the leader of the forum so you start it out. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:48 PM |
| (If you edit, you repost. It will have to be reaccpeted. I am not goin to start off, I'm the OP, it's not courteous of me to doulbe post like that, unless I am playing the game master) |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:52 PM |
Name: Victoria Eden Rpage: 24 Faction: Red Job: Sniper Inventory: M107A1 w/ Bipods and Black and Blue tiger stripped paint, Camp setup, canned food, bottles of water, extra ammo, Laser Pistol, x3 Frag Grenades, x2 Claymores, a Health Kit. Appearnce: Blonde hair, Caucasian, little freckles on face, light blue eyes, stands at 5'4", wears an army vest to hold her supples, usually disguises herself with real girly clothes so men won't attack her on sight. Bio: Unknown
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:54 PM |
| (Accepted, however there are no girly clothes anymore... They're all camoflague and what not, all combat gear. You can't run in girly clothes) |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:55 PM |
( I guess I'll start off.)
The pain was unbelievable. I didn't get show or anything, but I've had my head against a dirt wall in a trench barely deep enough to crouch in. Ive been pinned down for hours. Will they ever stop firing? I didn't know. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:57 PM |
| The streaks of red death flew above the head of the man crouched in the trenches. He was wondering if they would ever stop firing. That's the thing about laser weapons. They can fire on end without needing to recharge. Though they do need to cool down. Luckily, those rifles just hit their point of overheation, and one of the Reds growled, swearing at it. It was the man's chance to get to a better postion. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 02:59 PM |
| I was hidden in a grassy part of a hill next to a tree. I was in a ghillie suit, and my gun was ghillied too. The gun was being held steady with bi-pods. I was aiming my thermal scope at a trench with blues. I had like 4 in sight. But I didn't shoot. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 03:01 PM |
| The reds around me was shooting at the trench, I heard one swearing at their rifle because it was overheated. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 03:03 PM |
| The red sniper on the hill had been waiting for hours, she had snuck up the hill in the middle of the night whilst everybody was sleeping. Her muscles were cramped, but she was trained to ignore them. She had a few of her enemies in sight, but she didn't shoot. Was it pity, mercy, or something else that stayed her finger from the trigger? |
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| 06 Jul 2011 03:04 PM |
| I shot at a blue in the chest in the trench. The bullet tearing the skin, and muscle, and ripping apart the bones. Woosh the bullet spun through his chest then out the bullet came from the back piercing the dirt. The man fell in death, the blood painted the dirt. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 03:04 PM |
| I moved for a second so I could look like I wasn't there. Then I blindly fired my rifle over the top of the trench. Hopefully I got them pinned down, hitting one would be a miracle. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 03:07 PM |
| Another blue in sight, however they didn't see me with my ghillie suit on hiding in the grass. Good thing this thermal scope can see through the grass. I shot the blue to the right of the dead blue I shot. Boom, the silent bullet came out of the barrel. Spinning faster and faster into the blue. The bullet hit the middle of the forhead ripping the skin. The head had no match for the bullet, it spun inside the head ripping through everything in its path. The bullet came out from the back, the brain was bleeding, and soon enough the blue was dead. Blood came out of the hole because of the brain bleeding. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 03:08 PM |
(A projectile weapon... Interesting...) The man gasped and looked at the wound in his chest. Projectile weapons had been outdated a year ago. They hurt worse then the instantly cautrized bolt of a laser. The Red congragulated herself on her shot. -- Opening fire randomly was the normal stragety in the Trenches. Nothing new, it was usually a last ditch effort. This time it worked. Three of the four reds collapsed, gasping has they died from their injuries. A clean, if somewhat sloppy kill. |
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| 06 Jul 2011 03:09 PM |
| (D: Victoria, your posting faster then I can type. It's a good thing, but its a tad bit diffucult for me to post.) |
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