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Genesis, Death does not wait for it's victims...| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 07, 2005 07:26 pm
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 Real zombie Nemesis  Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005  |
That little bastard Kason smiled through gritted teeth, and tapped the shoulder of the doctor who was standing in the hall. Kason heard Hasvte call faintly.
I heard that! Kason then heard Tusev and Hallerton laugh. Kason tapped his shoulder again, and the doctor spun around. Yes? Are you sure he is really okay? Absolutely positive. All of his symptoms point to a simple infection of a wound. It just wasnt cleaned properly. Theres nothing to worry about. Kason breathed easily now. Earlier, he thought the doctor was just saying that since Hasvte was in the room. Kason heard the laughter again, and returned the Hasvtes room. --------- U.S.S. Ronald Reagan, This is the Chicago again. The crackling of the intercom came to life again, and the ship fell silent. Copy, Chicago. Go ahead. We have another comm from the Elite Viking squad. Patching through The static got louder, then died down. A beep flickered, the died. This is Elite Viking One, over. Copy, whats your report? The U.S.S. George Washington has run aground. From our initial flyby, we could make out what we thought were signs of struggle. Blood was spotted all over the top deck. A crashed osprey was also at the scene. We see several creatures milling around outside the ship right nowAnd he paused, but continued at the radio operators urging. Some of them are wearing the uniforms of her crewI can see the captain The Reagan was deathly silent. Everyone had tuned out the roar of the ocean, and focused every bit of attention to the intercom. The radio operator spoke again. Roger that, Elite Viking One. What about the surrounding area? At this, the pilot of the F117 paused again, and let out a small hurried breath. New York cityitsits been massacred. I see smoke, scattered firesthere are some survivors on top of the buildings, but they seem to not care about anything. Theyre not even jumping up and down to signal us. Theyre just sitting there A disgusted tone shone through in the pilots voice. Do a flyby. See if they notice you when you fly right over their heads. Roger. A pause. Negative on the survivors. Its just some of the creatures eatingdisgustingCan I please light the place up? Negative Elite Viking One. However, you do have permission to obliterate the Washington. Incinerate her. Roger, arming FAE II. Locks open Fire at will, Elite Viking. Fire at will. Pickle. FAE away. The last sentence was heard, then everything went silent. A few moments later, a tremendous amount of static flooded the intercom, and a rumble came through. Report. Washington has been incinerated. Secondary munitions explosions are ripping the ship apart. Shes gone. The U.S.S. Washington is gone. The bugle played over the intercom, and everyone on the Reagan stopped what they were doing and saluted to the far off ship. --------- Elite Viking One watched as another FAE approached the helpless ship. A cloud of spray jettisoned from the bomb, and covered the ship in a fine mist, then exploded moments later. More secondary explosions blossomed along the hull, and red flowers caught some of the nearby creatures, incinerating them on contact. Reagan, permission to return to base? Granted. Come on--- but the operator was interrupted. Wait! I have contacts! Survivors! Theyre on the Ferris Wheel at Coney Island Amusement Park! The F117 bombers raced above the park, and saw even more survivors on the ground, and some on the roofs of the park games. I have a load of survivors taking refuge in the park! Im estimating that well need at least 5 ospreys! Its a fucking miracle! below the stealth bomber, people were waving and yelling, desperate for help, food, and water. --------- The intercom on the ship was still on. People froze again. Repeat, Elite Viking One. Whatd you just say? We have survivors! Get some ospreys to Coney Island Amusement Park! Roger that, Elite Viking! Scrambling the choppers! A wave of elation flooded the ship, and even filled the hole in the crew where the Washington used to be. Here was another chance to save lives. Tusev, report to the bridge. -------------------- |
  
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| Elite viking |
Posted: March 07, 2005 07:59 pm
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 Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
cool...
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 09, 2005 02:41 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
Tusev hurried to the bridge, wondering what on earth the captain could want with him.
Back on deck, a large group of marines was in ranks, lined up and perfectly still. A single, obviously higher ranking marine was pacing back and forth in front of them. He was wearing a strange suit. Ladies! The suit I am wearing right now it going to be your new body! Not once without permission will you open any part of the suit! Not once! If you do, I will shoot you! The suit I am wearing is the new BIOHAZMAT Suit! The model you see me in increases strength, stamina, and can manipulate every function of your body! If you have to take a piss, this suit will not lot you! It will make you hold it in! This piece of hardware will even stimulate your adrenal glands! Some of the marines in standing in rank let out low whistles, and some even whispered amongst themselves. Cram it, morons! Anyway, this suit has just finished field testing in in the Nevada desert, in an operation called Last Stand! Casulaties were nonexistent, and enemy body count was high as hell! These toys are going to be your new favorites! No more playing with yourself! Now, you play with these! In the Equipment Bay, there is one suit for each of you! This suit is called the LVL4 HZ Biocontainment suit! Any airborne pathogens are eliminated upon contact with your breathing apparatus! In roughly 20 minutes, we will be taking a field trip to the Coney Island Amusement Park! No,we are not there to play games! We are there to save some godamn lives! If any of you wish to back out, throw yourself over board right now! Not a single marine even twitched. Now, we have one more new toy! The gruff marine held up a futuristic looking rifle, with so many curves it could be passed for a lady in the military world. This little baby is your blood! You lose it, we lose you! Do not fuck with me on this! This is the Objective Individual Combat Weapon, or the OICW! This has also finished field testing! On top of the weapon is a 20mm HE Contact grenade launcher! Do not use this when others are standing around! This is not to be used as an anti-personal weapon! Use this to take out groups of the damned things! This is the 20mm grenade! He pulled out a grooved, elongated, cylindrical object with a yellow color on the very top. The magazine is inserted like so! He dropped out the dummy mag, and inserted a banana clip into the weapon. It clicked shut. And this is how you insert the 6-shot 20mm grenade magazine! He dropped out a straight magazine near the butt of the rifle, and slammed in a new one. It also boasts firing rate of more than 850 rounds per minute! Each of you will appreacite this weapon like it was your own child! More information on the suit will be given to you once we are on the choppers! Now shut up, get to the EQ bay, and suit up! Dismissed! The tempermental marine put the weapon at his side, and lifted his head to the light of a morning sun. It was First Lt. Michael Hasvte. Apparently, his fever had subsided. --------- On the bridge, Tusev stood at attention. The captain turned at looked his over carefully. You are the pilot and commander of the Malachi? Yes sir. Tusev spoke deliberately, not sounding at all casual or intimidated. You are the commander of this operation. For the record, you are also to be promoted to Senior Master Sergeant. Thank you sir! Tusev felt a twinge of pride, being promoted by the captain himself instead of a piece of paper. In roughly The captain checked his watch. 10 minutes, you and your own squad of choppers will be dropping off numerous squads of marines. I want every one of them to come back. For every one that does not come back, I punch you in the jaw. If I lose all of them, I will kill you. Understood? Yes sir! Now Tusev was feeling intimidated. Good. Dismissed, and suit up. --------- Lets go! Doubletime it! The marines filed into the choppers, about 15 to each. There were also 4 empty choppers in order to accomodate the surviviors. Is that everyone? Tusev yelled back to the leader of the marines in his chopper. Hasvte, Kason, and Hallerton wanted to go on the Malachi, but were denied the change. The marine gave a thumbs up. Roger! Malachi, taking off! Other ospreys followed the procedures. Abraham, taking off! This is Arbiter, we have lift off! Talon, rising above and beyond! Lucifer, taking off! Rodger Young, ready to rock and roll! Renegade, taking off! Immortal here, ready to fly! the last chopper sounded off after the Immortal. Scythe, we are go! Tusev double checked his instruments, and flipped some switches. A smile broke out. Roger! Lets rock and roll! --------- Woot woot! -------------------- |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 09, 2005 06:49 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
man, who come only 2 people every actually read this and respond? I'd feel much better if more than those 2 people liked my story and said something
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| Elite viking |
Posted: March 09, 2005 07:50 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Well hello, this is Vikings unknown brother... I have stolen my- er his password, to praise this story.
Hehe. Hey, two people like your story. I think that's something to be proud of. At least they are faithful. Perhaps you have more people who like it, only that they wont post for some reason. Keep writing! |
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| Reilash |
Posted: March 10, 2005 02:57 am
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Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 16 Joined: December 19, 2004 |
Interesting, to say the least. I can't wait to see what happens. Keep writing, and I'll keep reading!
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| Lord_Of_The_Pings |
Posted: March 10, 2005 01:04 pm
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Experienced Killer Group: Members Posts: 57 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
I love it now keep writing!
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 10, 2005 02:04 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
OMG. 3 PEOPLE.
*checks off something on "to-do-before-I-die" list* Anyway, next chapter coming soon! Look for it around 1:00-1:35 Eastern Time! -------------------- |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 10, 2005 02:38 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
Approaching the dropoff, and marines, prepare for landing. The marine leader in the Malachi acknowleged that he had heard Tusev.
Scythe here. Once the marines are dropped off, what do we empty birds do? Hover and wait? The crackled voice came over loudly. Roger that. If no LZ is available, theyll rappel down. Roger Malachi. Tusev checked his radar, and noticed a marker that was getting closer. Closing30 meters. Ahead, they could see the ferris wheel, motionless. People were inside the booths, waiting for something to happen. Apparently, one of them heard the soft whump-whump and began jumping up and down inside the booth. Over near the carnival games, people were camped out of the roofs. Creatures were stupidly milling around the bases, with nothing better to do thatn wait for something to come down. 20 meters10 metersalright! Rappel away! From every single chopper with marines in it, 4 ropes uncoiled and hit the ground. Moments later, men in bulky, yet mobile suits rode the ropes to the ground. In the chopper, each pilot switched on the auto-targeting system, and the miniguns opened fire, blazing away at the creatures, who were now very aware to what was happening. Yeehaaa! This is my favorite part of any mission! The captain of the Immortal whooped joyfully, and Tusev cut off his channel. The whooping was annoying. Abraham here! All marines are on the ground! The other choppers aslo hailed Tusev when they were empty. Now all the choppers had to do was wait. Although, the miniguns were still spewing like bullets were going out of style. Malachi here, hold postion above the park! I dont want to see any fratricide! So watch your fire! Dont hit the civilians either! --------- On the ground, the strange suits were moving with incredible speed. Each movement was so fast that one had to wonder if they were even paying attention to what they were doing. Hasvte? Its Tusev. Reagans captain just told me to relay this to you: on the ground, youre boss. Heh, roger Tusev. Thanks for the info! Inside of the suit, a HUD kept Hasvte up-to-date on his squad and his life signs. According to his suit, his heart was beating fast, and the adrenal stimulators kicked in. He opened a radio channel to every marine on the ground. Reagans captain has just made me the commanding officer of the ground portion of this operation! Follow my orders and youll all get back! A chorus of hooyahs answered back, and it made Hasvtes helmet vibrate. Suddenly, Hasvtes HUD began to beep, and a 3D mapping of the surrounding area appeared. A group of contacts was coming from the southeast. Safeties off! Contacts, incoming southeast! Each soldier checked his gun, his blood, and aimed the barrel to where their HUD indicated. The OICWs internal motion tracking kicked in, and the results were displayed on the soldiers HUD. 3 civilians came from the southeast, and ran towards the group of saviors. One of them was sweating profusely, but out of breath. Hasvte remembered the mime, but ruled that this was only due to running. Medic! Run a quick field diagnostic on these people! Then get them on top of this building! Hasvte pointed to a carnival game next to him, and the medic nodded. Another soldier rushed forward, one with a red cros on his chestplate. He pulled out some strange instruments and got to work. A series of flashes and beeps gave a result. Theyre clean! The medic flicked a switch on the arm of his suit, and a rope with a stretcher on the end of it was gingerly lowered to the ground from one of the hovering choppers. The civilians went up, one at a time. Shit! Enemy contacts! Christ, theyre moving fast! No sooner had the marine finished his sentence, one of the creatures that ran on all fours tackled him to the ground, and bit into his suit. But it didnt break. The marine said a quick little prayer, then put a burst of fire into the things chest. 6 more of the zombies galloped from the hiding places, and rushed the marines. After them, hundreds of the regular dim-witted zombies appeared, and began their hobble towards a new meal. Hasvte began to sweat again. Open fire! Light the bastards up! Hasvte readied his OICW, and let loose with a stream of death that caught a fast one off guard, and its head exploded in a shower of bone, decayed brain, and black blood. Hooyah! Going cowboy! Im hot! Roger! Eat it mother fuckers! The whole group bunched together in a protective circle, with each marine looking and firing in a different direction. The ground soon became littered with spent shells. Even the miniguns on the choppers were still going. Hasvtes suit was having a field day. Enemy here, enemy there, it didnt matter to him. They all met the same fate. Their head exploded. Adrenal gland stimulators were going nuts, and Hasvte felt an enormous fight-or-flight response, but he already knew which one he was doing. He was fighting. Hasvte let an empty clip fall from his weapon. We need to move to the other survivior locations! Everyone move in a group! No splitting up! Roger sir! Hooyah! Whoa, whoa, whoaHasvte! Tusev here! What is it?! Another creature fell, with 4 more right behind it, each just absolutely dying to get their rotting hands on a new meal. I have an incoming contact! Its airborne! I cant indentify it! Well, you better! If these things learned how to fly or something, we might as well lay down and die! A hint of sarcasm downplayed the seriousness of the situation. No, its too big for one of those things. It looks likeHoly shit! Its a fucking cruise missle! What?! Im getting reportsit was from the Chicago! They didnt hear about our opertaion, all they heard was about the zombies! Didnt they hear that fighter pilot say anything about the surviviors?! I guess not! We need to get out of here! The missle is 120 miles and closing fast! What about the surviviors?! Another empty clip felll, and Kason came to Hasvtes side, covering for him while he reloaded. Hallerton was also having a ball. He liked his new toys. You had better work fast! Because this missle is moving fast! 115 miles and still closing! Fucking shit! Alright, drop the rappels! Well need them down already to get out of here in a hurry. He closed that channel, and opened the channel to his marines. Weve got to get out of here, a cruise missle is incoming! Covering fire, lets mov to the next location! The marines began shuffle along towards the next destination, with a wall of weapons fire still blanketing the zombie crowd with 5.56 ammunition, which ripped through the rotting flesh, felling the disgusting things all over the place. Hasvte! Tusev again, I have 3 more airborne contacts! More missiles?! Noits the Elite Viking Squadron! --------- Elite Viking One here, you guys need some help? Malachi, roger that! Get that cruise missile off our backs! Roger that, we are en route. Hold tight, and get those civilians out of there! Roger! The channel closed. He opened two more channels to his squadmates. Put a marker on your radar for the missile. Thats our new target. But sir, what about the orders from the pr Forget him. Our brothers take priority. Now what is it that I always say?! Both of his squadmates chimed in, and spoke in unison. Who dares, wins! Damn right, now kick in the afterburners! ------------- Woot! For those you don't know, "Who dares, wins" is a saying that's used by the...British Navy I think, or is it the airforce? Anyway, I love it, so I decided to toss it in there. Oooo, more qustions and second agendas? -------------------- |
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| Lord_Of_The_Pings |
Posted: March 10, 2005 04:43 pm
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Experienced Killer Group: Members Posts: 57 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
The SAS as far as I know
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 10, 2005 07:09 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
...ah yes, correct you are. Thanks  -------------------- |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 10, 2005 07:37 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
MOTHER FU---STUPID FUCKING TEACHERS!!!
I LOST MY FUCKING CHAPTER! I LOST THE NEXT FUCKING CHAPTER!! HOLY FUCK IT WAS LIKE, 3 PAGES!!!! -------------------- |
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| mrchace |
Posted: March 11, 2005 12:47 am
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Dude....that sucks i feel you pain dude same thing happend with mine the other day -------------------- 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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| zombie killer |
Posted: March 11, 2005 10:34 pm
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 Rotten Meat Group: Members Posts: 2 Joined: March 11, 2005 |
I know Elite viking said hi brother got his password n shit. well i got my own account! (i dont know his password anyway) And this story rocks! its good! to bad your chapter got lost.. feeling your pain! keep up this shit! it rock!
-------------------- the pain, the pain...
burn like hell, burn like flame! in my blood, in my vain... |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: March 12, 2005 01:12 am
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Whoah... my own brother and all... four smileys in a row, all but one sentence with exclaimation marks... thats just plain.... whoah.
Scared. Help. won't dare sleep. Won't dare blink. He sees me... Im scaareed. "n shit" ? Is he like teh gangsta yo dawg? I cant help it, im scared to the bone. This post has been edited by Elite viking on March 12, 2005 01:15 am |
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