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Yet Another Story With Forum Members!, Please read. -NOT DEAD YET!| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 05, 2005 10:31 am
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 Doom Trooper  Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005  |
Maybe you should do this in another topic ? This one seems fcuked up.
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| Keyes |
Posted: August 05, 2005 01:39 pm
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 I'm On A Boat Group: Moderators Posts: 2264 Joined: December 04, 2004 |
Name: Keyes
Occupation: Ex-Soldier (Corporal) Abilities: Has exceptional skill with dual Berettas, AK-47 and M16 - all of which he possesses. Was thrown out of Armed Forces because his sarcastic remarks annoyed too many people. Doesn't like dead people, and hates them even more when they get up and start walking around. When running low in ammunition, he suddenly has the ability to run like hell and climb up into somewhere a zombie can't get to, and pick them off from there until things die down. PLZ DON'T KILL ME OFF OMGZORZ --------------------  |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: August 05, 2005 06:28 pm
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 Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
OMG lookeh!
Both Bert and Radman jolted backwards as the police cadet was violently thrown back against a shelf, sending files flying. The shelf had been split in two by the massive force from the bullet as it had went through the cadets head with ease, and finally coming to rest in the wall. A trail of blood had followed in its wake. Bert was awoke from a trance as Radman grabbed him by his shoulder and began dragging him towards the door. Theres nothing we can do. Come on. While everyone else was running around, screaming or trying to help in their own kind of way, the two policemen were quietly entering the armory. Hey, lookthey dont even lock the door to this place, Radman said, sounding puzzled, Anyone could just walk in here and grab whatever he likes. Like us, Bert said with a grin. They pushed up another steel door, and stopped dead. They were looking into a gun freaks heaven. Rack upon rack of all kinds of weaponry. Someone had spent a good time separating the different types from each other, Bert noted with a glance. Rifles one place, small arms another, a third one for shotguns Hell, there was a rack for grenade launchers. Ok, we cant carry all this. See if you can find a trolley, or a cart or something, while I pick some guns. Bert nodded, and went off into a small room, probably some kind of closet, while Radman began piling up a couple of assault rifles together with some shotguns. He recognized a carbine M16, the British L85 light SMG, and a SPAS-12. The others were unknown to him, but looked like they had some stopping power in their polished barrels. Found anything yet? he called out. Not yet! But man, this is a big storageBerts voice echoed back. Deciding they had enough rifles he moved over to the handgun section. Looking at the gun cabinets and then on his own duty pistol, he decided it was too weak. He began pulling up the lockers the small arms were stored in, and pulled gun after gun out of its holster. Beretta, Sig Sauer, IMI No one fitted him, and they felt clumsy and uncomfortable in his grip. Not until his eyes circled in on a wonderful piece of metal. The Colt Anaconda . It just took a swift glance at the barrel to see that the caliber was huge. He stuck it into his belt, and began looking for some ammunition. Bert was regretting he didnt bring a flashlight. Some light streamed in from the door opening, but it wasnt all that much, just enough to see the vague shapes of boxes all over the place. He had thought it was a closet, with an easily accessible trolley waiting for him just inside. But noooo faith could be such a bitch. tap tap Tap Tap TAP TAPThe further he went inside, the louder his footsteps sounded. The echo rang back and forth. So this place was even larger than he thought. So wheres this damn trolley hidden, he mumbled. If it were any longer to it, he would have to go back and find a flashlight. Ahthere. His eyes fixed on the dark resemblance of a trolley, just behind a stack of boxes. He turned off the main road not covered in boxes and cabinets. It seemed to be in reasonable condition. He removed the rope holding it onto one of the boxes. Thump. What the? He turned around. A box had fallen down from a cabinet. Strange. The sooner I get out of this place, the better, he said to himself as he returned his attention to the trolley. Which wasnt there. ahhh, dammit! Bert could see it rolling away from him in a steadily increasing speed. He began running after it. He chased the loose trolley down lanes of old stash, given a ghastly color by decades of dust. Bert slowed down. Where was he now? Truth was, he didnt know. He couldnt chase this thing forever, he would have to go find his way back, and bring a flashlight. The trolley was rapidly disappearing into darkness, whenWham. Out of nowhere someone had appeared,out from a shadow, where he had been unable to see the speeding cart. He got thrown back like a doll. Shit, man, sorry. Are you alright? Bert said as he ran towards the guyor gal, whoever it was. No answer. The dark figure slowly stood up, like it didnt bother. It stood by the trolley for a while, looking real confused. Then it began walking towards Bert. Now Bert was getting nervous. Getting lost in a deserted storage hall, believing youre alone and suddenly finding out youre notafter hearing your best friend tell gruesome talesNo, he wasnt just nervous, he was scared. Why didnt the man answer? Do you need help or anything? Again, he received no response. Nothing but the slow, limping walk towards him. Just like a zombieNo, it couldnt be. That was fiction, unreal. He was walking this because he was hurt, and in shock. Thats why. Good. Keep making explanations. Nothing is scary after its explained. Nothing More to come! This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 06:05 pm |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 05, 2005 11:04 pm
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
Finally ! I've finished reading those 28 f***ing pages.
Kickass. I love all teh civie bit, and jouni's winning dance ROFL ! Now time to add me  Name : Mick (2070 Would've been shit) Job : Demon hunter. (Don't say Wtf. We're in the matrix, and bugs create demons ^^) Weapons : Akimbo Desert eagles, Sawed-off shotgun, Long sword. Special abilities : Understands 1337 language and french, Swordmaster, Little bullet-time (Due to high reflexes). Exeptional dual-aiming skill. Mental : Loyal, Self-confident, Will never let someone behind. (I would like to be badass too ^^). This post has been edited by Mic2070 on August 05, 2005 11:05 pm -------------------- |
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| KrazyFoYou1243 |
Posted: August 06, 2005 07:27 am
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 Last hope of Mankind Group: Members Posts: 552 Joined: January 17, 2005 |
OOOO me too me too me too!!!!
Name: Cait Description: 5'8, brown long hair, japanese/white Weapons: her natural sexiness Occupation: Docter!!! Abilities: Has the ability to mix a green herb and red herb into a green/red herb!!!! Can heal people and self. Has little to no experiance with a weapon. Hmm has a good taste in cloaths. Uniform: -::See image below::- --------------------   |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 06, 2005 07:56 am
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Forcing all other survivors to sacrifice their life for her  .Come on vikinggg !! This is teh b3st story ! And civie died ! So cool. And I love the story concept and the guys reaction when they understand they are in heaensgate.  "Yay ! I R teh 15zorz !" This post has been edited by Mic2070 on August 06, 2005 07:58 am -------------------- |
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| SirAlucard |
Posted: August 06, 2005 07:56 am
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Name: Draz (Nickname)
Age: 15 Weapons: The M1911 from The Punisher. Skills: Uses things around him as weapons. Clothes: Black Quiksilver skate shoes, Levi jeans, Punisher t-shirt one with the skull black, Punisher trench coat. -------------------- im awesome bra'h
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 06, 2005 08:16 am
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
Don't torture other guys, punisher
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| Elite viking |
Posted: August 06, 2005 10:16 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Hah! You foolish human, you cant stop me! The flaming giant roared out in laughter.
While he laughed more and more, he began sucking warmth out of the air, focusing it in the palm of his hand. The air around Mic began growing chilly, but he didnt bother. His trench coat kept him warm. Now was a time to kick some demon butt, not complain about the temperature. Besidesin a few moments it would get really hot. Oh, Ill try, he whispered while slowly unsheathing his sword. Your death will amuse me The giant smirked overly confident. Mic didnt bother to answer as he crouched down, closing his eyes while drawing his blade completely out of the sheath. Ancient runes glimmered red from the dim sunlight. In an instant he had flung himself into the air, gripping the sword tightly. He did a halfway turn mid-air, with the sword rapidly coming towards the creature. Whatyou Whatever the demon had wanted as his last words were drowned out by a sloshing sound of the sword splitting its head perfectly. Mic landed on the ground with a soft thud, spinning around just in time to see the Hellish creature dissolve in smoke. Seconds later, all that were left were two scorched footsteps where it had once stood. Thats right, burn! Mic grinned. Another down. How this town had gotten infested with evil he did not know, and how he ended up here was another mystery. But one thing he knew. He was the right man to fight it. When he had woken up that day, he had vague memories of Internet, undead, and a chick (cutey?). He had been lying on a roof, wearing a black trench coat. And he was armed. Not just one gun, not two, but three. Two huge silvery pistols, and a sawed off one. While his brain was working on this he sat up, and noticed something scraping against his back. His hand touched out. It seemed to be some kind of tubewith a handle on top? Something forced his fingers to lock around the leathery grip. And at once, he felt power stream through his veins. While taking out the sword, he knew. He was a demon hunter. This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 16, 2005 04:15 pm |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: August 07, 2005 02:08 am
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Dammit Mic! I worked hard on this, least thing you can do is to read it!
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| SirAlucard |
Posted: August 07, 2005 03:34 am
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Uberzernichter Group: Members Posts: 954 Joined: November 21, 2004 |
Wow that was god, reminded me of a CGI movie of like Devil May Cry 1,2,3 or something.
Punisher is the best comic I ever read movie a game I ever saw or played really. This post has been edited by SirAlucard on August 07, 2005 03:34 am -------------------- im awesome bra'h
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| mrchace |
Posted: August 07, 2005 04:04 am
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 Co-Lead Elite Betatester Group: Moderators Posts: 1554 Joined: March 07, 2005 |
let me in teh action!
Name: Jordan Description: 5' 11" Weapons: prefers a .228 or hunting rifle, but has only managed to find a long sword made of stainless steel with a red grip ((he lost his standerd issue firearm ((a .228)) in a fire fight with zombies 0_0 Occupation: Swat officer ((you think he would have gun  ))Abilities: A damn good shot with any type of handgun, can also combine Gunpowder A with reloding Machine to make handgun bullets=D he can also mix Gunpowder A with Gunpowder B and the Reloding machine to make shotgun ammo =D Uniform: kevlar vest and police uniform -------------------- There are a few reasons I don't visit the forums as often as I used to, they are as follows: 1) I really don't have a lot of time. 2) My hardrive is failing 3) The forums honestly frustrate me to a point I cannot stand it, I've tried to help, I've tried to set people straight, but apparently, the health of these forums only matters to a few people. Thats just sad, most of us have grown along with these forums and along BB and frankly its disgusting to see the way you guys act sometimes... until you pull your acts together, don't expect to see me around much. WHERE IS MY DELETE POST FUNCTION!? |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 07, 2005 11:24 am
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
VIKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! Just what I wanted ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! Can you make My coat red ? YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! YOU KICK ASS ! -------------------- |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: August 07, 2005 06:15 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
About the black trench coat. Fighting zombies melee, your coat will be red in a sec
I woke up 4pm today. Man... when I promised never staying up later than 4am I really knew it was impossible to keep. 5am ARGH! |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: August 07, 2005 06:30 pm
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
No ! I want it red ! So zombies' blood can't stain my awesome coat. And I stay stylish all the time. <offtopic> Hey, I was in a party last night, Gone to sleep at 6 Am. Was awake at 10. Coffee owns you.
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