Nice cant wait...

Have fun with Farcry it is an AWSOME game...

I however cant wait till im introduced as the 'upstanding, cool under pressure - By the book cop.'

Small update, I'll edit in last part of the chapter later.


-Rusty- looked up from his desk, having thoughts something was not the way it should be. His experiment was going great, the gas was a matter of fact about to be tested, but still he had a bad feeling.
He looked over the file of Project: Red Death, named after his favorite Lovecraft short story.

It was a major accomplishment. The gas was a breakthrough in biological engineering, being able to give commands to cells with electrical pulses. He crosschecked the data on his computer; to be sure everything would go as expected.

CDTGDTECGCCTDDGDGECDGECTTGEFGDDTGDGEGDGCGDTEEDDGGCGTTDGCGETGCGECDDGETE

Everything in the DNA string seemed to be all right. -Rusty- didnt go trough all of it, not the parts where the kill sequence was initiated. He knew it would work, but was more concerned about the part with electrical pulses flowing trough the tissue. But there were no errors, at least not there

He ruffled a hand trough his black, short hair, hitting his glasses so that they fell to the floor.

Oh darn it, where are th I can see? I can see without the glasses or lenses? How did this happen?

That was more than weird for -Rusty-. It was a rather extraordinary happening in his boring life. All he did was being sarcastic and inventing bio-weapons for the States, which explained his ability to be hated like cancer.

That was really strange well, no time for that now, they are waiting for me, in the Tesst Chamber

He laid pressure on Test chamber to make it sound like that cool scientist from half life.

He gave an admiring look on his beautiful Winchester Model 70 WSM with his name cut into the chromed barrel before he stepped out of the office and into the hall.
Walking down towards the chamber, Rusty noticed some cracks in the wall he couldnt remember seeing before. Also, he noticed some new faces in the cafeteria. There werent any new employees mentioned in the morning meeting.

Add that to my investigation list of weird things He said to himself.

Things would get much weirder later that day.

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 08:07 pm

That was good and strange. Hehehe. Keep it coming.

smart

Nice.

Funny story.

"they are waiting for me, in the Tesst Chamber

lol nice

yay, new part!


Ah, finally. There you are.

Nikku greeted his boss that walked out of the elevator.

Is everything ready, Jo-Nikku? Rusty asked while Nikku, his colleague and Body guard opened another security door.

For some reason Rusty called him by his gaming nick, not his name.

No its not ready, so go back and take your time. It was ready half an hour ago, talk about getting late to your own wedding we have filled the gas canisters with Red Death, and prepared a prisoner for his test.

Who is it this time? Another captured terrorist?

Yes we have been saving this one for aspecial occasion. Nikku said, seeming a bit troubled. He kicked an empty soda can across the hall with his army boots. Even if his heavy, iron-tipped heavy-duty army boots along with his full body Flak vest werent acceptable to wear, nobody told him not to wear it. Well, someone did once. That guy spent five weeks in hospital. Nobody had a problem with his weapon anymore either.

He had 2 Socom MK23 .45 ACP pistols at two side-holsters under his arms, and a Sig Sauer P226 in another holster , beneath his Flak. Also, even if he had never told anyone, he kept a 5-inch MicroTech HALO knife strapped around his left leg, if things went bad.
Another thing that made it to Rustys weird list, was a few additions to Nikkus armaments.
On the left and right side of his Kevlar-sewn jeans, there were some kinds of Uzis. Giving them a closer look, he saw the name: IMI Mini Uzi 9x19 Para.
Youve got even more guns, Nikku? I mean, arent three pistols enough?
Whaddaya mean, more guns?
Yes, more guns. Playing more dumb than usual? Rusty gave an odd look at the big man in full combat gear.
Shut up,I have my Socoms and the Sig Sauer, just as I always have. Hey, wait
Nikku touched the two Smgs, his weathered (War-hardened) face in wonder.
What the hell? It aint my birthday or anything
Never mind it. We really have to go. They are waiting for us in the te-
Dont do that fucking joke again. It wasnt funny first time, nor will it ever be. Nikku wheezed. He had heard that one far too many times, wondering if his rugged, brown hair would get gray from all the annoying comments. People had gotten gray hair out of similar things.

Ill stop the second you get rid of that silly 1 GOT T3H W00D tag on your vest!

The chamber. We are here.

Nikku sighed. That scientist was a good guy, but he got really annoying sometimes. At least he respected him, and didnt tell him to get rid of his guns.

They walked into the room, and immediately caught eye of the small glass tube in center. A man with long, ragged beard stood inside, pounding his fists at the walls.
Yo cannot do dis to mi! Alla will kill yo! Let mi aot!

-Rusty- stood there, in shock as he was hit by a tazer. It was Osama Bin Laden!
We are going to test it on Osama?

Hell yeah, he deserves it, Nikku said, But I still think its too gentle. Why cant I snap his fingers first, or hit him a few times with my new uzis?

For the last time, this is scientific!

One of the men in coats paced quickly over to them. His nametag said Civilian Soldier. The guy was a really big ass. He went around kicking over tables and smashing things, explaining it with "t'was nature. If it shouldn't be done, it wouldn't have been done." He was, if possible, despised more than rusty.

We have to try this on human tissue, and this man was perfect for it. And I can guarantee, it will be most painful.

Eexcellent. Nikku did his well-known Mr.Burns.

All personnel. Prepare for experiment to start. Please, take your hazmats on as fast as possible. A metallic, neutral voice echoed in the area.

Better listen to that. I dont wanna end up like that fucktard.

Everyone took on the special hazardous material suits, and walked over to the glass cage again. Nikku had unholstered the P226. Just in case.
Everyone ready? Good. Fillling tanks. The monitors showed the tanks getting filled. 27%. 42%. 68%. 81%. 100%.

Tanks filled. Prepare to release.

The terrorist was madly pounding at the walls.
Plis! No no no! Dont do it! I will bi good amerikan!

Releasing.

The mans face froze, as gas poured in. He started to hold his breath, but breathed out moments later. He seemed to be choking.
Minutes passed, and the spasms of Osama stopped. He stood up.
Something was wrong. Why the Hell isnt he dead yet! yelled Nikku.
I dont know, something must have gone wrong
Now Bin Laden stood there, laughing at them.
CH-CHK
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAMBAM BAM BAMBAMBAM BAM BAM BAM BAMBAM KLIKLIK KLIK
The glass cage was shattered. On the ground, Osama laid, torn apart by 15 high-explosive rounds. Blood was spattered all over.
Why in Gods name did you do that!

Revenge, motherfucker, Nikku said, smirking.

Great, now we have to find a new specimen. Thats just great.

What went wrong with the gas? We have to check the DNA strings

Rusty gestured for the others to get back to their offices, to find out what went wrong.

Nikku took a last look at the terrorist behind them, spitting on the ground.
So much for your Red Death he grumbled. But inside he had a good feeling, that he finally had wasted the terrorist son of a bitch.

What nobody noticed, not even the guy that was cleaning up the mess, noticed, was the small twitch in the lead-filled body.
A finger moved.

The hand jerked from side to side.

The eyes popped open, blood-shot and without iris (creepy, all white).

It sat up, ignoring the fact that the heart was nothing but a pool on the ground, the rib cage smashed, the spine snapped at several spots, and a bullet that hadnt gone off safely lodged into the middle of the brain. It should be dead.
Every law of nature guaranteed it should have been.

But it wasnt.

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 08:11 pm

we like! we like! had me laughin at the bit wid Civvy

dun dun DUUUUNN!!

keep it up

Haha, great stuff.

Name: Civilian soldier
Description: Tall, short black hair, and 100% lurve machine.
Weapons: He isn't skilled with any weapon
Occupation: Couch slob
Abilities: Calling blue summer a noob, LORF! Nubje. :/

!!!! LMAO!!! that is hysterical! Nikku! LOL! thats awesome. poor rusty. ROFL. its still funny that ..well everything about that episode. Hmm... *waits in anticipation for his appearance.*

this is great, when does ted make his appearence?

t'was nature.






http://www.ironoak.ch/forums/index.php?sho...=15&#entry41162

Added you to my story elite, your death was not in vein.

Why do you all want me to die. i can't see why can you?

<Counts down the people to add to his story>

This post has been edited by _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ on February 17, 2005 12:15 pm

You will pay for that one ^^
EDIT: wooo! look at my post ammount! I am T3H Z0MB N3M3S1S !!!!111

This post has been edited by Elite viking on February 17, 2005 02:45 pm