My first brainbread story. It is the best story in the world.

BE WARNED: SOME COARSE LANGUAGE AND PROBABLY GRATUITOUS, POINTLESS SEX SCENES IN FURTHER EPISODES

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SEALAND - IN VINO VERITAS
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Chapter 1
fallaces sunt rerum species


"Alright team, here's the plan;
Alpha, you head east, through those doors, then proceed 5 clicks north at which point you will reach 'Designation A';
Bravo, you will head north, through a small building, at the other end of which is a bridge, DO NOT cross it until I give the go-ahead.
Charlie, your with me, we're heading around Bravos target building. We'll have very little cover to work with so stay sharp.
Shoot to kill. Head out"

After about 30 seconds of relative silence on the teams frequency, hell seemed to rise against them.

"This is Alpha, we have eyes on multiple Tango's, heading out of Building 3"

"Alpha team, do not engage until my Zulu"

"Sergeant, we're taking heavy fire, we need the Zulu"

"Alpha, I am in charge here, stay cool, I'll give the Zulu when.."

"Sergeant, this is Bravo, Shane is hit!"

"Bravo, repeat that, im losing you"

"Shane is down, I repeat, SHANE HAS GONE DOWN"

"Bravo, we can not help him, continue with the mission!"

"We can't, Theres Tango's all over the other side of the bridge, we're pinned down, Bravo is pinned down"

"Alpha here, we're taking fire, WE NEED ORDERS"

"Alpha team, I need a sitrep on all Tangos in the vicinity, what do you see?"

"You've got 5 tangos at your 2 o'clock, Another 3 at your 12, and a further 2 in the river"

"ZULU, ZULU, engage all hostiles!"

Shots were being fired in all directions, Communication was lost amongst the team, and it was every man for himself.

All of Alpha team was taken down. Charlie continued into the river, only to face death for every man. Bravo was all that was left.

"3, 2, 1, GO! GO! GO!"

All of Bravo rushed the bridge, and received fire from every angle, sending them to their downfall.

"AW, Come on!! They were obviously wall hacking!!"

"Yeah, I got, like, 3 clips into that guy; BLODDY HAXORZ!!"

"I fuckin hate Counter-Strike"

"Yeah, especially this map! When was the last time we played something other than Aztec? It sucks!"

"OK, OK guys. But what else are we gonna play?"

"Well, theres this new game called Brain.."

"AHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!"

"Why the hell are you screaming like that you idiot!"

"HOLY SHIT! This guy just bit me!"

"What guy Baz? Did you take your medication today, LOLzors?"

"Heh heh, yeah Baz, Whats the problem, do we need to up the dose or something?"

"Would you guys shut the fuck up! I think I killed him"

"Baz, Dont joke about that kind of stuff, OK; Its not funny"

"Your right Steve, It isn't funny; thats why you DONT HEAR ME LAUGHING, YOU DUMBASS"

"Hey, Baz, if your not just tripping out, and you actually think you killed someone, you gotta tell the cops."

"Bu.. But, I didn't hit him that hard! His head just caved in!... HELLO? WHOS THERE?"

"Baz, stop playing around"

"HEY! What the hell are you dong in my house, asshole! Hey, stop right there! I beat the shit out of your friend, alright I'll do the same for you.... HEY, WHAT THE FU... AHHHHHHRRRRGGHHHH!!!"

Steve, living next door to Baz, rushed out his front door, grabbed a crowbar from the garage, and jumped the fence seperating the two properties.

Walking along the side of Baz's house, Steve was shrouded in darkness. Even the light eminating from the moon was held back by menacing vines growing on the fence next to him. Finally feeling he was next to a window, he climbed into Baz's house as quietly as he could with the copious amounts of adrenalin flowing through his body.

"Baz....Baz are you there?"

He heard nothing. He knew his way around Baz's home like the back of his hand, but in the pitch black darkness of the night, thoughts weaving around his head wildly, he could hardly even feel his left arm.

'Oh, wait', he thought, 'There it is touching my crotch'

'I wonder', he wondered, ' Why am I touching my crotch with my arm?'

Just as he was about to reach the peak of philisophical questioning, a cold stiff hand touched his neck.

'I sure hope thats my crotch' he thought.

That was the last thought he ever had.
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Chapter Two will come soon enough.

This post has been edited by Dante Sugar on February 04, 2005 02:25 pm

no fuckin descriptions what the fuck do they look like

The best story in the WORLD!!!!