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Time Paradox, Story with Forum Members| Joker |
Posted: September 28, 2005 01:12 am
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 Just another Survivor  Group: Members Posts: 21 Joined: September 27, 2005  |
I played with you chris, I played with you. I dont know if it was MMZ ZombieBreakout or xLABSytesters.com
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 28, 2005 01:16 am
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 Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
It must have been awhile ago then, because I haven't played in a month or ten...  --------------------  (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ |
Posted: September 28, 2005 01:24 am
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 civilized d00d Group: Moderators Posts: 3250 Joined: November 01, 2004 |
It's good to know i started this craze off with added people to stories.
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| Joker |
Posted: September 28, 2005 02:43 am
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Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 21 Joined: September 27, 2005 |
Just finished a story called "The Hunt." Read it, its nice.
(EDIT) Oh chris, well then somebody must have copied your name becuase this was only a week ago if im not mistaken.  This post has been edited by Joker on September 28, 2005 02:55 am -------------------- Zombies are creatures of multilation
Brain Bread The Joker, arrives. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 29, 2005 10:54 pm
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Sorry about hte wait, but I'm at my other house - the one without my story! - and I'll be away from their for about four days. So I decided that I'' rewrite it. I wasn't really happy with it to begin with - I incorporated soldiers shooting other soldiers, the friendly fire hsit and it turned out pretty bland. SO expect a post in a couple of hours.
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| Nikku |
Posted: September 29, 2005 11:36 pm
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 Mr. Coke Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3114 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
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Kurt Infirm Military or Civilian?: -Delta Squad (separted from squad) Clothing: - Urban Camo (ruins of city, plz) Grade III Kevlar; gloves; black steel toe-capped military boots; open-faced Kevlar helmet; gas mask Appearance: - goate,hair has gotten shaggy, and his boots are more mud then boots, and a scar on his right cheek, and very pissed off, permantly expressionless Age: - 25 Weapon: -HK G3A4 battle rifle, Wtih Scope, Laser sight, Tactical Light, 150 round drums and Mags, -2 drums -5, 22 round mags -Dessert Eagle (Reverse color, half black half white) -laser -flashlight -5 extended clips -knife -3 grenades Bio: -An average sized man, of above average strength, but with almost catlike agilty Background: -Lost his squad was they repelled from the helicopter, has been wondering ever since. This post has been edited by Nikku on September 29, 2005 11:44 pm -------------------- Only when you gick, will you truly fish...
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 29, 2005 11:41 pm
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Nikku, that's a shit load of ammo.
 And I wouldn't think Delta Squad would use much German weaponry (correct me if I'm wrong). -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| Nikku |
Posted: September 29, 2005 11:43 pm
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Mr. Coke Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3114 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
i edtied it... and i believe they would use german weapons....
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| Joker |
Posted: September 30, 2005 12:59 am
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Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 21 Joined: September 27, 2005 |
Nikku you have a "dessert" eagle? Lol.
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Brain Bread The Joker, arrives. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 30, 2005 03:44 am
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
All right, the next chapter of the story! This is of the other surviving people in the desolated parts of L.A. Mic and Keyes, your characters are in this one...
I added the date and time, just to give you an idea of the time period. If you know what the title of htis story means, then you may comprehend why I made the date as it is. ===================================================== Chapter II June 18, 2003 / 1510hr The wooden door slammed against the tile walling, cracking the door knob and the tile. A camouflaged man stepped into the room with his M4A1 raised, scanning the room for any hostiles. Dry blood on the side of his head showing him sustaining a minuscule wound from his scalp, and it seemed to have attracted a couple flies, but he didnt pay any heed towards this disturbance. The man, Sergeant Keyes, has been up for two days straight, and the deprivation of sleep was catching up to him. The black bags under his eyes show signs of the lack of sleep, and a survivor behind him was in a just as bad state. The survivor goes by the name of John Akan man of the age of twenty-two who has seen enough death in the past month to last him who has been with Sergeant Keyes for only a couple of hours, is now considered one of his squad mates. He carries two Israeli Desert Eagles, but only holds one at a time, and enough ammo to take out a few of the enemy soldiers; he is quite capable of helping the soldiers defend whats left of their country. The glass windows were broken and in place were boards, bringing in slight sunlight into the locker room the men have stumbled upon in Bitterly High School. They checked each isle of lockers and found only messes of gym clothes, magazines, towels, and school books. Sergeant Keyes waved John over with the hand signal advance and John obliged obediently. A loud bang of a toilet stall door from their immediate left filled the locker room, triggering the mens guns to quickly whip towards the racket. The door rattled and shook slightly from the vibration of the slam, causing it to slowly open back. Sergeant Keyes and John slowly crept towards the stall with their guns up Keyes in front and presumed the intruder to be an enemy. Sergeant Keyes took out one of his tear gas grenades and pulled the pin. He looked at John who was smirking and watched Sergeant Keyes lob the chemically enhanced ball towards the toilet stall, and start its pummeling of noxious gases. As it slowly filled the area of the toilet stall, loud coughing could be heard, causing the men to jolt a little and hold their guns steady, ready to unload. Just then, a figure came bumbling out of the stall, holding their mouth with both hands, charging towards the two men. John fired a single shot into the torso of the figure, resulting in Sergeant Keyes to fire a few shots into the person as well. The room was filled with the noises of gunshots and screaming from John and Keyes. As the shooting ceased, the body fell to the ground limply, making a loud smack of skin and bone hitting tile flooring. Sergeant Keyes crept towards the body, holding his fist in the air to command John to stay put while he examined the body. Fuck! Sergeant Keyes yelled loudly, as he fell to the floor on his knees as he stared at the body of an American girl, who must have been no more than fourteen years old. She was breathing rapidly and sobbing slightly, blood bubbling out of her mouth to run down her cheeks. Sergeant Keyes stared into the eyes of the girl, as she slowly died by the men she hoped would defend and protect her. Christ John whispered to himself sadly, as he dropped his handgun to the floor. He stared at Sergeant Keyes who was slowly getting up to his feet and walked over to him. We didnt know manwe didntknow. Sergeant Keyes stared at John who kept going on, and patted him on the shoulder. Shit happens, man. Let it go. John just stared at the dead body a little more before shaking his head back to reality. Sergeant Keyes picked the mans gun up and handed it to him. John took it gratefully, but still the thought of him killing an innocent girl lingered in his mind. Sergeant Keyes and John checked the rest of the locker room and found nothing of interest and with that, they slumped down on a bench and took a loud sigh. All right, we cleared the whole school, Sergeant Keyes was saying to John who seemed to be lost in thought. So we can fix the front doors, make this school a home base. John nodded slightly. *** The chains on the front metal doors swung lifelessly to-and-fro, making clanging noises that emitted through the hallways. John and Sergeant Keyes walked aimlessly towards the cafeteria to find any food possible; military rations never tasted high-quality to begin with, and living off of it for a few weeks makes it worse. Once swinging the double doors open, they were greeted with infestation of cockroaches and maggots. The floors had the critters swarming the floors in a few areas and the tables that had left over food had the most appalling site of maggots and flies homes possible. They closed the doors abruptly and John started to gag a bit, not ever wanting to breathe in the pernicious odor again. Sergeant Keyes smiled under his helmet and gas mask. They turned around and made their way to lockers, breaking them open to find anything of value. All that came up were school materials, ants, and a few rats. This place is disgusting, John murmured to Sergeant Keyes. Quite frankly, Keyes agreed; this place was a dump. The hallways were dirty with mud, dirt, excrement of critters, and bullet casings littered every which way. Well leave in the morning, all right? Whatever, John muttered. He wanted to leave immediately. A loud gunshot erupted from the front doors, making Sergeant Keyes bring his M4A1 off his shoulder and into his palms, as John did the same with one of his Desert Eagles. Another deafening gunshot came from outside, this time going through the doors, leaving a small, gaping hole in its wake. .50 CAL, Sergeant Keyes muttered. He knew that there were Humvees that the American military acquired, but he knew better than to assume Americans were blowing the shit out of the doors. Then what seemed like hundreds of the piercing objects, flew through the door way and leaving a larger hole for people to go in. Get behind one of those lockers! Sergeant Keyes yelled at John, as he did as well. They hid behind a locker, but with their guns pointing at the entrance of the doorway. Then two handheld objects were thrown into the doorway, creating large amounts of smoke. Sergeant Keyes didnt even need to inform John that those were smoke grenades. After a few seconds, the entrance was completely obscured from an excess amount of smoke. Then a soldier in desert fatigues, with a white mask and carrying an AK47 calmly walked through the smoke towards them. Keyes squeezed the trigger of his M4A1, making a pop noise, and the sharp, hot object soared through the Eastern soldiers head. The man fell backwards, as blood and brain matter flew out of the entrance and exit wound. This made three more soldiers rush through the entrance blindly, making easy targets for John and Sergeant Keyes. The men carrying CR-21s were disposed of with a couple of shots from John and Keyes, but the Eastern soldiers didnt stop firing their weapons until they ran dry. A couple soldiers hid on the other side of the wall and took quick potshots at the Americans, making them hide, as more Eastern Soldiers came through the entrance. Son of a bitch, John murmured, as he hid behind the locker that was getting 5.56mm bullets into the lockers near him. John hid half of his body behind the locker, and the other half with the gun, taking swift shots at the advancing soldiers. None of the soldiers could take the .357 shots easily, as they were all pumped full of lead, flailing their arms everywhere. The hallways of the school were filled with gunshots and screaming soldiers, creating a large collage of a deafening clamor. Sergeant Keyes took out another tear gas grenade and chucked it over to the hiding soldiers. It only took a few seconds for the shooting to cease completely from the other side of the school. John ran around the lockers, leapt over the dead bodies that littered the hall way entrance, and ran out of the entrance of the school to be greeted by three coughing soldiers. John pointed his gun at one of the soldiers and pulled the trigger. BOOM! The soldiers head blew away, and John took the time to aim at the other soldier, who looked horror struck, right before John shot him as well. John looked at the final soldier, who seemed to have trouble getting his CR-21 to fire, all the while gagging from the after effects of the noxious fumes. John smiled and squeezed the trigger. CLICK! Oh fuck, John whispered with fright, realizing that he needed to reload. The soldier all ready reloaded and aimed the gun at John, speaking in an African language for him to surrender. John spat down on the ground near the soldier and gave him the bird. That custom must have been known in Africa, because the soldier turned red in rage and fired a single shot in Johns direction. ===================================================== Comments? Crits? I know it's a bit long, and their may be a few grammatical mistakes... This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on September 30, 2005 03:45 am -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| Security Corporate |
Posted: September 30, 2005 04:29 am
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Gore God of Massacre Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3115 Joined: April 28, 2005 |
I like long chapters! Keep it coming! You might wanna add a date to Chapter 1 as well. |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 30, 2005 04:32 am
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
All right, good idea. Keep the feedback coming people; I like inspiration to keep writing. -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: September 30, 2005 10:42 pm
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 Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
huh ? Wtf were you thinking ? I carry 2 deagles to fire one at a time ? nah. Dual firing man.
? And the other deagle ? Where is it ? Did I emptied it, or launched it away at keyes ? anyway, nice story, and especially this part
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: September 30, 2005 11:14 pm
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
I'll admit it; I'm into more of realism than arcade shiznit...so no dualing desert eagles. Sorry.
Plot hole! Dun dun dun dun... -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| Joker |
Posted: October 01, 2005 01:48 am
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Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 21 Joined: September 27, 2005 |
Lol, I can't wait to see what he makes of my charactor.
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Brain Bread The Joker, arrives. |
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