Well this is going ot be my second story. This is the one I talked about in my first story. I'm going to post it occasionly but I'm going to write in word proseccing and if anyone want the parts quicker i'll send them to you via msn.
camerontdean@hotmail.com Do not try darknessglams@hotmail.com or you'll get the french person in my signature.
Reply with your address if you want a copy. I will not give them to people who ask uninvited. This is so I know where to add oyu mainly but still I will delete you otherwise.

This post has been edited by DarknessGlams on March 01, 2005 07:59 pm

Looking forward to the story

Right my storys going to work as follows.
1. I'll write 4 parts on my computer.
2. I'll go over these making them better.
3. I'll post the first part.
4. I'll write part 5.
5. I'll post part 2.

I've writen part 1 so far. I'm planning for the first 4 parts to be the intro. The intro is like a Tom Clancy book a bit.

You know feels weird to make a new post and I don't know how many people I knew are still here but this does not mean i'm coming back, this is what I had written months ago and would like to release. I doubt I will add to this or make another post but i might turn up in like a week to see what replys I get.


Nucleomituphobia
By DarknessGlams


Night fell quickly over the oil-purification factory in Severodvinsk, Russia. The workers were nearly all gone. The polished floors of this modern building sparkled in the moonlight flooding through the barred windows. It was snowing heavily outside and the cold seemed to be seeping into the building, chilling every area of the factory. Maki Dvenistov had been working there for about 3 years and had already decided that he hated it.
<This bloody place, more like a prison than a factory. > He said to himself. He walked up to a heavy steel door. The polish was heavy on his nose and his feet squeaked of the ground. He placed his hand of the control panel and typed in the code. 548813. The door whirred and began to open in front of him. This was one of the top oil refineries in the world and was the most secure, yet there were barely any night-guards for some reason; they mainly relied on nearly un-breakable codes.
The door opened and he looked up. There were at least 8 people in front of him. They were in light grey camouflage and were armed with Socimi 821 sub-machine guns.
<HOLY SHIT! > The end of the gun lit up and noise erupted for a second. Maki felt a sharp pain in his chest, he fell backwards and hit the floor. The cold steel pressed against his cheek, then all went black.

Sounds nice

ONTOPIC: Sounds pretty cool. I'd like to see how this continues.

OFFTOPIC: OMFGWTFTISDARKNESSGLAMSWASSUPHOLMES