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Posted by: Gruj

« on: March 23, 2011, 11:52:33 am »

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"For those reasons, is why i still see hope in you my friend."
Crazy stood tall amongst the other Draconis.
"We have all agreed to the assignment that will be handed out to you"

Crazy sat down as Tratpan spoke.
"You will be the one to head to Nastya's Outpost, you may take a select handful of men of your choice with you. We can not risk Crynsos's watchers finding the outpost and possibly bringing harm to any of the civilians that are housed here."
"We believe with your skills, you will be able to find this "Jigsaw" killer and end his cruel and twisted methods of rehabilitation. That is how you will redeem yourself Dice." Proto exclaimed standing up from the table.

"Now, i believe we must discuss our next move in terms of defense of the next attack from the watchers. Firstly-"

Proto was interrupted by a thud, originating from the corridor leading to the staircase as he stared at the door.

"What is it Proto?" Flynn asked curiously.
"I must be hearing things, Anyways-"

As Proto continued, the door to the chamber slowly creped open, to a certain length. Dice heard a tiny noise knowing Proto wasn't out of his mind, he turned his head to the door to see a hand in the doorway throwing a flash bang towards the table.
"GET DOWN" Dice yelled and scrambled to hit the floor but reacted too late.
The flash bang exploded blinding everyone in the room, during that second the doors to the chamber were kicked open, dozens and dozens of watchers entered the chamber armed to the teeth with rifles, grenades, flash bangs.
Seven to eight watchers proceeded to the table, standing behind every person at the table, with guns placed to the back of their heads.

After being blinded by the flash bang, everything started to become clear and realized they were surrounded by Crynsos's wathcers.

"HANDS behind your head" a watcher barked and slammed Flynn in the shoulder blade with the stock of a M16, causing him to fall to his knees in utter agony.

"By the order of AdminPwn, you are hereby under arrest for failure to cooperate with the terms stated in the later sent to you."
Everyone had their hands behind their heads, Giving a nod to crazy and the rest of the draconis, Dice very slowly slipped his hand into the sleeve of his black furr coat and waited, crazy obliged and did the same.

"You will all be taken into custody, taken right to the head council, and the worst will be assumed.. but don't fret heheh.. Im sure the worst won't be."
An elite watcher walked around the table, staring into the eyes of the captives then paused in front of Dice.

"Ahhh... the infamous Dice.. DUSK's champion, i have heard much about you... fighting for the spirit of the Draconis.."
The watcher paced around dice examining him, seeing his Amputator he unsheathed it and read the Engraving.
"First Blood eh, what did you have your period on this blade? must be worthless now"
All the watchers then burst out in laughter, he elite watcher laughing at the angry expression on Dice's face till he started coughing and he slouched over with his hands on his knees trying to catch air.

"Well, theres a reason i have named my blade with First Blood" Dice spoke with an evil grin on his face "Let me show you" He nodded to the draconis.

Pulling out a trench knife from his sleeve, he flipped it so the blade was pointing downward in his hand, and thrust it backwards into the watchers skull behind him, killing him instantly. Spinning around grabbing his gun with one hand, holding the knife with the other, he kicks the dead watcher away, turns around and sees the watcher behind flynn about to shoot. He throws the trench knife and gets him in the throat, causing the watcher to drop his gun and grab his throat as he chokes to death on his own blood. At the second he threw the knife, he grabs the amputator from the elite watcher, and lifts his chin with the blade, causing him to stand up.

Looking around to see everyone killing off several watchers, flynn pulling the trench knife from the watchers throat and slicing the throat of another. Crazy had somehow dealt with the watcher behind him, using the watcher as a human shield and his gun to pick off the watchers that were readying their guns, finishing by breaking the watchers neck kicking him into another watcher running and diving into cover behind a pillar.

"Pleaseeeee" The elite watcher got to his knees shaking his hands uncontrollably "Have Mercy"
Dice could sense the fear in the watchers words. and slowly walked around him running the dull side of the amputator around his throat. Looking around, all the watchers were dispatched.

"Well, since we know why you guys are here, guess i can have some fun" Dice pulls out the double sided coin from his pocket, looked at the watchers facial expression and smiled an evil grin
"Heads you live.. Tails.. not so lucky" Dice flips the coin.
"No NOT the double sided coin HAVE MERCY!!" The watcher almost broke into tears as the coin ascended into the air, slowly coming back down into dice's hand. placing the coin on the topside of his hand and looking at it, he bends down to show the watcher.
"Not so lucky"

Dice stood infront of the watcher, readying the amputator for the fatal blow.

"Do it." Suddenly two cords are shot from the doorway and straight into Dice's legs, Frozen from a jolt of electricity and dropping his amuptator. He falls to his knees and looks at the doorway, his vision bluring he could make out the silhouette of a watcher walking towards him, "You son of a ****..." as he got closer his vision blacked out and collapsed on the floor.

"Hmm.. tough one isn't he, im surprised i had to take care of him personally." Several dozens more watchers flooded the chamber and surrounded Crazy and the others. This time they had no choice but to surrender.

"Well well well... im disappointed in you DUSK" The figure approached Flynn, looking him in the eye.
"Out of all the factions i thought of you to be the most honor bound, being descendants of the Black Dragon Empire, but instead you hide in here like rats.. I thought VoraX taught you better than that.."
"Well you got us.. what now" Crazy spoke under his breath at the shadowy figure.

"Oh don't you worry Igor" The silhouette chuckled as he approached crazy.
"We have plans for you" the shadowed figure said as he raised a fist and proceeded to knock crazy in the face.

Dazed, Crazy raised his head to see the shadowed figure walk into the light towards the other Draconis, he could make out the face clearly although he was blacking out as he stared back at him.

"Crynsos....?" Were Crazy's last words before everything went black as he lost consciousness.

Posted by: Gruj

« on: March 23, 2011, 11:52:02 am »

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"Why can't i take point with the 50 caliber... i wanna cap this guy in the head"
"Because.. your still a rookie you still have allot to learn, plus there can be no mess ups with this task"

Stationed on the 11th floor of a secronom apartment building, Dice and Bloodwolf are stationed in what you would call a birds lookout for snipers, Dice was the man at the gun whilst Bloodwolf stationed beside him, learning what to do in case he had to do the same someday.

"We aren't even supposed to be here, the only reason we are is because TOG requested us to overlook this meeting"

Dice spoke softly, tampering with the scope of the 50 caliber, adjusting the view on the street below.
Through the scope several cars are visible, trash, debris from the buildings, further tampering with the scope reveals 2 persons walking down the street.

"So what exactly are we doing?"

Bloodwolf asked with curiosity as he looked through his binoculars.

"We are here to make sure this meeting goes clean, apparently Rudy, leader of The Mercenary Company wishes to call a truce, but TOG doesn't trust him so he assigned me and you to overlook the meeting to make sure nothing happens and in the case it does, execute him. The reason why he included you is because since you are a rookie with marksmanship, he wants you to learn from me exactly how to approach a situation like this."

Bloodwolf sat quietly listening to Dice, looking through the binoculars on the street below the two people are identified as Crazyhobo and That-One-Guy. Leaders of the Last Grenade Mercenaries.

"Our job here is to sit here and wait, patiently, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, enemy snipers etc"

Playing with the scope again until the vision through the scope is perfect, then lowering the gun to rest on the tripod, sitting down leaning against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Your job is to keep watch, for anything abnormal, you notify me of the location, i peep through the scope, see it and take out the threat" Taking a puff of his cigarette and pulling out a canteen, filled with beer he takes a sip

"Are you sure you should be drinking at a time like this?" Bloodwolf spoke with confusion and concern in his voice.

"You would be surprised what i can do not sober kid, i can adjust the wind calibrations, gravity all that bullshit on a full 6 pack of beer, im pretty sure this ain't gonna do ****" Taking another puff and a sip from the canteen, Bloodwolf looks back through the binoculars.

"I see him, i see Rudy"
Reacting immediately, Dice puts away the canteen gets up and readies the 50 caliber, overlooking Crazy, TOG, and Rudy meeting in the center of the street below.

"Ok rookie... scan the surrounding buildings windows and rooftops for any signs of movement and tell me right away, this is vital"
Dice readies his stance having his finger ready to pull the trigger.

On the street below Crazy and That One Guy approach Rudy.

"I got a bad feeling about this, i sure hope Dice and Bloodwolf are ready"
Crazy whispered under his breath.
"Don't worry, they're watching us as we speak, everything should go smoothly"

Looking around at the ruined foundations that was once a busy district, once a street decorated with neon lights dead as of long ago, distinctly describing itself as the street was once a gambling strip as several of the neon lights served as a border of casino signs, long decayed.

"Good evening gentlemen, im glad we could meet under these circumstances."
Rudy approached the two LGM leaders reaching out his arm to one of them for a handshake.

"How about we just get straight to the point Rudy"
TOG replied shaking Rudys hand.

"Yes yes, from what i understand there have been.. problems between our groups and i personally wish to resolved them, face to face of course. The past coincidences im sure were just a huge misunderstanding"
Rudy spoke in a italian accent, being the leader of the rival merc group, The Mercenary Company, proceeded to shake crazy's hand.
"I do believe instead of conflict we can settle this quarrel like real men"
Crazy looks at Rudys hand, then to the building behind him, scanning the floors.

"You came alone as we agreed?"

"Of course, as i do hope you agreed to that as well"
Rudy replied with a sudden smirk growing on his face.

Scanning up to the 8th floor, he sees a flash, it was the sunset shining off a sniper scope.
Immediately Crazy reacted by reaching for his Chicago Typewriter.

"Sniper, 8th floor of the Sleep Ez motel, distance from target 2 clicks, take the shot"
Bloodwolf had spotted the sniper that was expected to be there, acknowledging dice and giving him the go ahead to take the shot.

Dice aims toward the window the sniper was supposedly stationed in, he waited several seconds, taking aim at what he though was the target, having his finger on the trigger he sees the glare in the scope, and fires.

The sound of a 50 Caliber being shot could be heard from the street below as Rudy suddenly ducks down as do Crazy and TOG.
Only to hear it pass above them, hearing a scream, Crazy looks at the 8th floor, to see a TMC sniper falling from the window to the streets.
Crazy then reaches for his Chicago Typewriter, trying to unsling it from his shoulder, Rudy attacks TOG by countering a punch and knocking him to the ground then turning to crazy, he then unsheathes a Chef Knife, and jumps at crazy, knocking him to the ground sitting ontop of him having the blade ready to drive it into crazy's head.

"DICE"
Bloodwolf yells as dice immediately responded by aiming the rifle on the streets below to see Rudy sitting on top of crazy with a knife at the ready, he quickly takes aim and doesn't pause, firing a round.
Yet another sound of a 50 caliber shot is heard, along with a sickening noise on the streets below, blood splatters all over crazy and TOG and decorates the concrete, as the now headless body of Rudy wobbles side to side then falls over off of Crazy.

Crazy manages to get to his feet and stare at the apartment behind him.

"You crazy son of a ****"
Crazy thought to himself as he helped TOG on his feet.

"You did it again"

Posted by: Gruj

« on: March 23, 2011, 11:51:39 am »

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Slowly walking towards the table, the faces of the Draconis council were all visible, Proto , Dizaster , Flynntaggart , and the recently promoted Crazyhobo all await at the table. It almost felt like he was walking towards his final trail before exile , thinking to himself if this is how the dragon spirit visions it should end, so be it. Looking back to Modem one last time, giving him a nod modem proceeds to the chamber doors, closing them behind him, he then pulls out his Raging Bull from its holster and proceeds to the table.

"Ok... ill make this nice and clean for you guys" Dice spoke with a discouraged tone in his voice.

"If you want me gone, all you have to do is say, and ill leave quietly" Flipping the Raging Bull and catching it by the barrel, he throws it on the table towards Crazy, Looking at him for several seconds then looking away at the center of the table. Crazy could see the hurt pride in Dice's eyes, he could tell over the past couple weeks he had begun to break down from his current rock hard state, mentally he was breaking apart. Looking down at the Raging Bull, Seeing the engraving on the barrel "Dea Draconum Spiritum Obscuritatis". He then looked back up at Dice as one of the Draconis spoke.
"Nonsense Dice Nonsense, sit down relax, that is not entirely what this is about" Flynn acknowledged with a non-threatening tone.

With a very confused look on his face, running his fingers through his hair and scratching the side of his head, Dice acknowledges Flynn and sits down at the table.

"Now first and foremost Dice, your current actions of the past few weeks have been unacceptable, it came to the point where we all had to gather several times to discuss your actions, and the actions we would have to make to counteract them." Tratpan added.

"Go on.." Dice continued to listen.

"After the first few meetings we had decided to sentence you to exile as your actions have endangered DUSK entirely, it is apparent you have forgotten there are also civilians housed here that we are sworn to protect from the infected and enemy factions, your actions have put not only them, but all of us at risk more than once."

The room remained silent as Tratpan continued.

"The first offence is im sure you remember sometime ago, you and Crazyhobo were out training several grunts personally, and came upon a thief who had trespassed our sacred grounds and was looting in our area. The current location was on the roof of a 12 story office building, and in the process of executing the thief, as the grunts argued with you one of them tried to prevent the execution and you reacted by throwing him off the building to his death. When there was other alternatives to the situation you could have used, you cost the life of a DUSK Settler.

Placing his face in his hand on the table, running his fingers through his hair, almost showing to be ashamed of himself, he put his hands together as Proto spoke next.

"The second offence this happened here in the outpost in the reapers quarters, you have had a few drinks one night, and you and thuggy got into a disagreement, you approached him grabbing him by the throat in drunken rage pinning him to the wall with his feet off the ground. At this time Patrick had entered the room to see this, and as he approached to get you off of Thuggy, you drew your Raging Bull on Patrick, Thuggy was aware enough to realize what was about to happen and shoved your arm, throwing your aim off patrick which is when you fired."

Again Dice places his face in his hands in utter shame.

"Had thuggy acted a second later, you would have shot Patrick, your fellow reaper in the head, YOU would have been held responsible for Patricks death, as that one second saved his life, had it not, you would have been immediately discharged and exiled from DUSK"

Flynn states the final offence towards Dice.

"And the final offence, which was today, taken place in the courtyard. You and Modem had brought in one of Crynsos's watchers, planning to interrogate him, but your methods of interrogation were far beyond unacceptable, and giving the call to y our trainee to execute the only possible hope of finding out why Crynsos's men are on the move. Was your first mistake, your second mistake was approaching Crazy in a hostile matter, It didn't matter if he was a Draconis at the time or not, he was still YOUR superior as a Fenrir."

"The offences are endangering the civilians we protect here in our home and the rest of us, standing up towards a superior to your rank, and making an attempt to execute the only key asset as to finding out what is truly going on."

Dice puts his hands down on the table, turning them and stares blankly into his bloody palms, stained with blood from the watcher he had brutally beaten.

"Normally this would be the point you would turn in all your DUSK equipment, and be escorted out of the outpost told to never return. But that is not the case here today."

"What do you mean..." Dice replied in a very confused tone, looking at Flynn.

"Our newest Draconis has convinced us over the past several meetings to give you a chance.. to redeem yourself, your loyalty to DUSK and the Dragon Spirit. The Dragon Spirit speaks to him saying to "Do not give up on the best, For without Thee, The battle will be lost"

Looking at Crazy with even more confused thoughts, he suddenly began to stand and take point in the meeting.

"I do know what you have done Dice.. i know everything, allot of your actions came with good judgement for the sake of DUSK.. but you also have made the wrong decisions based on your judgement..."

Crazy looks around the table as the rest of the Draconis council watches him make his speech.

"The main point here Dice... is the Draconis council may have given up hope on you, but i for sure have not."
"We have been through so much together since we first met at Nastya's Outpost when you joined LGM... You have saved my life more times then i can even count.. You are like a brother to me, the only closest thing i could ever call a brother, other than the russian blood that flows through both our veins... In short Dice.. You are my brother.. and i will never give up on you"

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« on: March 23, 2011, 11:51:04 am »

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"Well.. i guess this is it.. im done" Dice letting out a sigh of grief as he took a puff of his cigarette
"Im sure its not about that man, come on pull yourself together.. this is not like you" Modem looking at Dice with a worried look on his face.
They approach the door to the meeting hall, letting out another sigh "Alright.. lets get this over with" Dice opens the door to enter the building.

The appearance of the interior was just as you would see in any other normal household, several recliners, a fridge, fireplace the works. Looking around then at modem with a puzzled look on his face.
"This is it..? where is everybody"
Walking over to the fireplace, Modem feels the stone structure and finds a loose brick, he pulls it about half way out of its slot, causing the fireplace to shift towards the left revealing a staircase.
"Its down here, come" Modem led the way and Dice slowly followed descending the stairs, the fireplace shifts back into place.

After descending the staircase the two come upon a long metallic hallway, lit by candlelight, as they proceeded further down Dice looks around curiously, noticing the light sources were coming from metallic dragon heads, with the light expelling from the mouth and eyes.
"Pretty awesome isn't it?" Modem suddenly spoke, this hallway used to lead to VoraX's chamber back when the Black Dragon Empire was still a whole faction, now its used as the Draconis meeting room, although all of VoraX's belongings have not been touched, nor moved out of its place."
They approached the end of the hallway, looking back at Dice, Modem could see a very discouraged and disappointed look on his face, he did understand what could happen after they walk through these doors, but it was better than hearing about it later.
Looking down at his boots then up to the doors, the doors were very similar to those you would see in a castle, with the handles being lion heads, but here they were Dragon heads.

"Ok... lets do this" Dice proceeded to the doors and burst them open, almost being blinded by the changing of the light, making out the room they had just stepped into.

The room had the same lighting as the hallway, but the walls were almost stone, like you would see in a castle, giving the room a medieval feeling to it, dragon heads made of stone lined almost every pillar staring down at Dice as he walked down, exploring his surroundings. A long red carpet extended from the doorway all the way to the other side of the room, at the other end, Was VoraX's throne, and in the seat of the throne, was the legendary Black Dragon Scale that VoraX had worn himself, and on racks to the left and right, were his M60 Spiritum on the left, Draconum, his K-50M sat on the right, Obscuritatis, his XM25 on a rack behind the throne mounted on the wall.

"I never thought i would live to see this.." Dice spoke with surprise in his voice.
"Seeing VoraX's chamber, his possessions, i have always dreamed of this!"
Continuing to look around, he didn't even bother looking at the base of the throne, where a circular table sat, with every member of the Draconis council.

"Come Dice, there is much to discuss.." one of the shadowed figures spoke out, echoing throughout the chamber.

Taking a big gulp, looking at modem, acknowledging with a nod. proceeded to the Circular table.

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« on: June 14, 2010, 03:21:59 am »

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Pacing around in his dorm room in the reapers quarters, with a very discouraged and angry look on his face, flipping the coin again and again until punching the wall leaving a hole in it.

"You need to calm down Dice, ****.. so Crazy snapped at you, ain't the end of the world" TRHeadshot, also known by many of the veteran DUSK member as Patrick, sitting down with his arms crossed with a concerned look on his face.
"Your telling me to calm down?" Dice snarled at TR, proceeding over to him, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him up out of his chair, and brought him to eye to eye level with his feet dangling off the ground.
"If you tell me to calm down one more time, The wall's not the only thing thats going to have a hole in it, Got it?" Dice snarled under his breath.

"Yes, YES just put me down" Patrick grabbed Dice's arm with both hands trying to get him to let go then being let back on the floor, he sat down.

"I just don't understand" Dice barked as he punched the wall again leaving another hole. then sitting on his bed with his face in his palms. "Tyler needs to learn this if he is to become a reaper, it was the perfect opportunity to prove himself, and Crazy ruins it."

"Well think about it Dice, this guy is probably our only key to knowing why Crynsos's thugs are after us." Patrick stared at Dice then looked down as he tried to make eye contact. "Your gonna have to talk it out with Crazy, he is a Draconis now."
Looking at Dice, patrick could see the sudden change in his mood then he finally snapped

"**** i don't know anymore Patrick.." Dice said as he ran his hands through his hair, then rested his head on his fist. "Maybe Crazy was right... what have i become? Blood thirsty for battle.. My anger overcoming me.."

Patrick got up and walked over to Dice and sat with him on his bed and patted him on the back. "Its okay man, like you and Ashes told us.. Reapers have to be cold, heartless emotionless, ruthless . to be able to do what we do."

"And not only that, people are thinking im that Jigsaw Killer from the **** saw movies brought to life?"
Dice barked as he looked up, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Like what kind of bullshit is that"

"Well you kind of do fit the description..." Patrick exclaimed as he stared at the roaring fireplace. "But i know its wrong, your not that **** up to do something like that"

Their talk was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by it opening as the two's attention is drawn to it, peering through was the head of Modem.

"Umm... Dice, the Draconis council would like to speak to you" Modem said
"Well ****.." Dice replied back to Modem, "I guess this is it..."

Dice got up, leaving Patrick to sit on the bed, he followed Modem out as they proceeded across the courtyard to the Meeting Hall

"Don't worry about it bud, im sure its nothing bad" Modem said as he pats Dice on the back

"Heh.. ya ok" Dice muttered under his breath as they both proceeded to the Meeting Hall.

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« on: June 14, 2010, 02:56:13 am »

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The firefight that had raged on with the watchers and the large number of zombies had subsided, what remained of them retreated while hundreds of them littered the streets in death.
The watcher that was captured, hands tied behind his back, head looking down towards the pool of blood surrounding him.
He appeared as a young male probably in his 20's jet black hair, he carried a M16 but it had been damaged when he was thrown by the behemoth. his apparel was dark track pants, and the custom "Watcher" armor.

Every member of DUSK was in the courtyard, talking amongst themselves, eating, waiting to see what would happen to their prisoner. In the very center of the huge gathering were the highest ranked DUSK members.
Dice pacing in front of the prisoner, smoking a cigarette drinking a can of beer.
"Oh don't worry, you and i are gonna become best friends" Several settlers in the crowd **** a laugh or two from Dice's sentence, he looked up where it originated from with a glare, the settler that laughed suddenly grew silent,. "You!" Dice yelled, "Come here".

The settler came forth, very slowly as everybody watched him as he was walking to his own death in a way, as the last person who laughed at Dice he killed on the spot, and really nobody had enough guts to do anything about his actions. "Well, Tyler.. you wanna become a reaper eh? i have another test for you." Tyler approaced Dice as he stood up and gulped.
Looking at Tyler then the prisoner and smiled.

"I want you, to show our new friend here how the reapers welcome **** who try to kill us. Be creative" Dice smiled at Tyler, he has never smiled to anyone, it was quite a shock he then turned around and went to sit down by Modem.

"Are you feeling ok Dice?" Modem looked concerned, "You have never smiled... why now?"
"I have a good feeling about Tyler, he passed many trails with extraordinary results, he killed Nikki without wearing any sort of armor, only the clothing on his back"
Modems eyes bulged "Now that is impressive..."
"Hell he has even done better than me in many of the trails when i first came here, i am very impressed by him" Dice forced a small smile, it quickly disappeared as fast as it appeared as his eyes were glued on Tyler.

Tyler looked around, seeing everybody was watching him, he wanted to make them proud, prove himself to DUSK that he can be ruthless.
While he was looking around the prisoner finally got to his feet stumbling even though he had suffered severe injuries from the behemoth.

Quickly reacting, Tyler noticed and took action, he wrapped his arms around the prisoners torso, arched his legs, and picked him up, throwing him up over his head then forcing himself backwards towards the ground, still having a tight grip, he brings the prisoner over his head, and into the concrete head first resulting with a sickening snap, the prisoner screamed in pain as the action had severed his spinal cord, paralyzing him.

The entire crowd had gone wild from the action, several cheered while others fired their firearms into the air.

"So i guess you taught him that?"
"Ya, The Suplex, if your unlucky enough, you won't ever walk away from it, nor will you ever walk again" Dice smiled as he threw his cigarette but at the prisoner.

Tyler got to his feet seeing everybody cheering him on, to bring on more pain others chanted louder and louder for Tyler to make his next move.

a great overwhelming feeling overcame Tyler as he looked around, cheered on by his brothers and sisters. He looked at the prisoner and drew his Dusk Enforcer, walked slowly over to him, flipping the gun and grabbing it by the barrel. "You gonna talk???" smashing the handle into the defenseless prisoners skull, as he writhed in more pain.

Again the crowd of settlers grew louder and louder as Tyler repeatedly pummeled the life out of the victim.

Panting somewhat heavily from the beating, he looks up at Dice, who takes his hand , and slides it across his throat, giving him the sign to execute him.

"Well, if your not gonna talk..." Tyler looked at the beaten captive, "And
noting your current state.." He pulled out a single .50 round and put it into the chamber "I guess were gonna have to find someone who is willing to talk.
Tyler knelt by the almost dead Watcher, who was weeping and crying silently as Tyler spun the chamber of his Dusk Enforcer, and placed the barrel to his temple.

The crowd had grown to the point where it echoed inside Tylers head, this is what he wanted, to be recognized of his potentials, he grinned as he slightly squeezed the trigger and closed his eyes.

"Tyler Stop!" A voice came from within the crowd and everybody grew silent, several settlers were moving towards the center where Tyler and the captive sat, as more moved out of the way.
Tyler opened his eyes and pulled the gun away and stood up.

Out of the crowd of settlers stood Crazy as he approached Tyler and the captive, walking up to Tyler and putting his hand on his shoulder. "Let him talk."

Dice had become annoyed by Crazy's interference and stood up and walked to the two of them.

"Crazy what the **** are you doing, the kids in the middle of doing something let-"

Crazy's facial expression suddenly turned from calm to an angry and annoyed gesture, he turned to face Dice

"Still your tongue.. Dice!" Crazy yelled as he got right up in Dice's face, eying him down, the crowd grew dead silent.
"If you EVER, approach me with hostility like that gain, Dice, your gone. Were all that you have left. your already on your last string,
DO NOT blow that chance. This guy may be our only chance to find out why Crynsos is sending these watchers after us."
Dice remained silent as Crazy continued, trying to keep his anger at a minimum. "Sometimes.. i regret me and Flynn making you a Reaper Dice... you were never like this before.. The killing of your own kind has become the only thing you know, lost in rage.. lust for blood of your enemies." Crazy looked down a bit with a sad look on his face then right back at Dice "But Once more" Crazy barked "You will be stripped of your rank, your weapons, everything, and you will be gone, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR"

even Modem was shocked, nobody had ever seen Crazy break in an uproar like this before.

Dice kept eying Crazy down, then looking down at his armor he notices the Draconis symbol engraved on the left shoulder and the center chest graving.

"Do i make myself clear?"

"Yes sir..." Dice growled as his eyes went back up to eye level, eying Crazy down as he started to walk away, he exited the gathering and went to the Reapers quarters.

"Now" Crazy approached Tyler once more.
"Get some rest Tyler, your gonna need it" Crazy patted Tyler on the shoulder and crouched by the forgotten prisoner, he smiled.

"Ok, lets talk"

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« on: May 23, 2010, 12:29:35 am »

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"And why did they follow us all the way here?" yelling as Modem ducked behind a broken wall, slinging an M60 over the wall and firing into the oncoming mob of watchers.
"I don't know.. thought we could lose em" Dice takes a puff of his cigarette whilst reloading his Alpha Bull.
"Well we should of at least took the sewers for **** sakes" Modem yelled over the gunfire, ducking down and dodging a sniper bullet by pure luck as it hit the wall
"Come on modem, wheres the thrill in you? I'd rather be killing living things than those zeds anymore" Dice grinned as he took another puff, spinned the chamber, took point over his cover, and fired the 5 rounds into the crowd, dropping many of the watchers with collaterals.

"Ok maybe theres a bit too many" ducking down to reload again. "We need a plan B"

"Plan B?" Modem stared at dice with a laughable look on his face. "You?? plan B?? whats this world coming to"
Finishing reloading staring down modem with a cold look then sighing "Oh Shut up Modem!" then proceeds to get up and fire yet again 5 rounds.

"Ok you know what, **** this your right" modem looked at dice with now a more discouraged face as he felt around his waist for the 7.5mm Rifle ammo belt "Plan B"

Looking around he notices a warehouse adjacent from where they were being bombarded, was home to a secret underground tunnel that was only accessible to DUSK to enter the compound.

Suddenly a shout was heard "BEHEMOTH!!" as a watcher is seen flying over their heads and landing behind them, looking over and noticing the amount of gunfire has stirred up the largest amount of aggression they have ever seen, the fire was suddenly turned from them to the oncoming horde of Long Arms, which greatly overwhelmed the in a short time and as the behemoth tore clustered groups to shreds.

"Im guessin this is our chance?" Modem looked at Dice and threw the M60 aside as it was useless with no ammo.

"Yes, but were gonna have someone accompanying us.." Dice grinned as he looked at the Watcher that landed behind them, he was still alive and groaning. "He will be able to answer all our questions"

Walking up to the watcher, he grabs him by the neck and lifts him to his feet, and presses the barrel of the Alpha Bull right to his forehead.

"Make a noise and your dead" Dice's attempt to shut the watcher up worked, as the moaning subsided and with fear frozen of the watchers face. He spun the watcher around and placed a death grip on his shoulder pressing the revolver into the back of his skull "Lets Move" They began towards the warehouse to leave the watchers to the hands of the infected.

Kicking open the door, Modem Dice and their captive stormed the warehouse, Modem with his Enforcer drawn quickly scanning the area, Dice pushing the Alpha Bull into the watchers head to hear him squeal for his amusement. They entered a small room then descended downstairs into the basement. "Right there" Dice pointed the Alpha Bull to a corner, "Where?" Puzzled, modem looked in the corner but found nothing. "I don't see it"
"Your standing on top of it..." Dice rolled his eyes as he pointed at the ground below Modems feet, it was a manhole, with nothing but a small gap in it as the handle to pull it open. "Oh yeah..." Modem chuckled a bit but grew silent as he proceeded to open the manhole.

Modem began the descent into the cold passageway below "Ladies first" Dice grinned as he pushed the watcher down the manhole and listened for the thud, following after almost lost in his own laughter, closing the manhole behind him.

"Its best not to risk of them knowing there the HQ is, if so, then we are all screwed" Dice led the way with the watcher in front, still having the Alpha Bull to the back of his head "Oh don't worry if we do end up running into anything down here, you'll know" Modem grew a dark smirk on his face and chuckled.
It felt as it was almost forever, making turns left and right until they finally came to a set of stairs, quickly ascending it they came to a door, Modem kicked it open and stormed in, then the watcher and Dice followed shortly thereafter to learn they were in the DUSK Courtyard. Settlers were spread across the walls, waiting for the inevitable fight to begin, but began to notice that everything going on in the compound stopped, as all eyes were on them. Modem looked around and noticed Crazyhobo and the others positioned up on the wall, just staring at them, where Zhufor was eating a sandwich he made from a Cooked Fresh Meat he had, his jaw was hanging wide open and he dropped the sandwich to the ground below. Everyone was from what they saw was shocked.

...

"What?" Modem laughed then grew silent as he looked at all the other DUSK soldiers.

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« on: May 22, 2010, 11:37:41 pm »

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"**** it, if they want us they come get us.. i don't know about you guys"
Crazyhobo standing up from his lazyboy chair with a gnarling look on his face, throwing the note into the fireplace and taking a puff of his cigarette.

In the room was in fact everybody that was listed in the note except for DyC3 who was out on a hunt for a week, all confused to be main suspects.

Looking upon the reapers with an evil grin. "I would love to see what these "Watchers" are capable of."
"No doubt Crynsos would be out with them, who else would lead a party of that magnitude.." TRHeadshot quietly spoke among the group.

Again a evil smirk went across crazy's face "The more fun the better.. lock and load boys, we'll show them the reason why Fairview fears the Dusk!!"

"I find it funny... the description in the note almost fits Dice's description.."
Zhufor entered the room adjacent from the meeting area "You don't think it could be him.. could it?"

"I know Dice.. there is no way it would be him.. he ain't that gruesome as some of the murders turned out" Crazy chuckled as he threw his dead smoke in the fireplace and taking a sip of his beer.

"Where is he anywa-"

Crazy's sentence was cut short from the sound of a loud bang from outside the HQ, cautious everybody drew their weapons, had them at the ready and exited the meeting area into the courtyard.

The courtyard was composed of many buildings, of course all surrounded by 20 foot steal wall, constantly monitored by settlers in the watch towers but tonight there was not one to be seen. a 3 story house adjacent from the giant metal gate was held as the Meeting hall, to the left a 6 story hotel, house of the settlers. a warehouse across but closer to the gates was the proving grounds of the reapers. All the reaper trails were held there to prove who of the reapers were the most feared, and of course Ashes and DyC3 held the titles.
And lastly was an office building which was closest to the Meeting hall, a 12 story office building, this housed the Fenrir and Draconis, the first 6 floors were housed to the Fenrir, whilst the last 6 were off limits to all but draconis. And in the center, stood a statue of the Black Dragon from long ago when VoraX ruled the Black Draon Empire with an iron fist, it was a sacred place long decayed by time, but it was home.

"Where the **** are the settlers" Crazy roared over the sound of the heavy gunfire, somebody get up one of those watch towers and tell us whats going on"

"Already there!!" TR was already at the top of the watch tower overseeing a horrific sight, It was indeed "The Watchers" as they came in the hundreds , and by that time everybody was positioned on the wall, overseeing the huge firefight.

Crazy grinned "This is gonna be fun, lock and load!!"
readying his Chicago Typewriter, he looked over the wall to see that they are not heading towards their position but the block before them.

"Well.. thats a real let down" Crazy sighed as he sat down against the wall,

Just then the sound from a Alpha bull was heard.. and Zhufor suddenly spoke out

"Wait.. wasn't that the sound of.." Crazy looked at Zhufor, his face turning from a sigh of relief to a more worried look, looked over the wall and stared in horror as what was going through his head, he was praying he was wrong.

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« on: May 17, 2010, 10:13:46 pm »

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"This is a citywide warning to all survivors throughout Nastya's. Due to the bizarre murders that have been occurring within in the past few weeks, and the number of survivors disappearing from various parts of Fairview, the numbers grow daily.
It will come to a time as where Nastya's will no longer prove the safest haven in Fairview. For everyones safety and possible survival of the populace of Nastya's survivors, everybody is to check in with the Moderator team or The Watchers by nightfall everyday.
Any civilian that is caught out of their quarters past Curfew will be placed under arrest and taken in for questioning.
The gates will remain shut preventing anyone from leaving or entering the outpost until this dilemma has been dealt with.

It is believed that the murderer is within our walls somewhere lurking for his next victim. Our watchers are up around the clock observing everything that goes on.

The only exceptions of people or groups entering the outpost during the lockdown are listed below as they are stationed within the inner city.

-DRLP
-LGM
-Void
-Dusk

If you belong to one of these groups and wish to enter Nastya's at the time of the lock down, you will be immediately escorted to Neil but heed this warning, choosing to take this action will prevent you from leaving the outpost until further notice, and you will have to help with the investigation and so on.

This is for everyones safety and these rules will be put into effect within the next nightfall."

Putting down the first page of the long note, Crazy reaches for a beer from the 6 pack sitting on the side table, opens it and sips.
Curious of the dilemma, he continues reading the second page, lighting a cigarette

"From a possible description of the murderer from a survivor we would like the selected survivors on the list below to come in for questioning.

-crazyhobo
-modem
-Zhufor
-TRHeadshot
-DyC3

Persons selected on the list above, please do not take this a a finger pointed at you, simple questions will be asked, solid answers will be recieved, and investigations will be thorough. When all is revealed to the light, your name will be taken off the list, please arrive at Nastya's gates before nightfall of the lockdown.

However if you fail to show up at the stated time, when the gates lock, a elite squad will be sent into the inner city to find you, if you are found, you will be brought to Nastya's before the Council, and the worst will be assumed.

So Please.. Don't be late.

~Crynsos"

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« on: May 16, 2010, 10:34:01 pm »

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All is quiet.. not a single noise, only the sound of mice and rats scuttling around on the floor. Still heavily dazed, unsure of what is going on or what has happened, it appears to be the basement of a warehouse of some kind.. the smell of gas flooding my senses.

"Anal Beads??" The man whispered, "Is anybody There?" he spoke louder and tried to move from his position, only to notice he was chained to a cylindrical gas tank, one chain suspended from his wrist to the ground, allowing some movement while the other is nailed right to the tank.

"Somebody Help M-" The mans cry for help was cut short as a shadowed figure had quietly entered the room approached the chained man, silently drew a weapon and drove it into the mans chest.

The chained man writhing in pain, being unable to speak due to the weapon puncturing his left lung and barely being able to breathe, could only pull his head up to notice rows of lights turning on one at a time in the basement, to reveal a man before him.

The man wearing Black Trousers, having a Dusk Enforcer holstered to his left leg, closer observation showed him wearing a Black Furr Coat, under that was a White Dusk Reactive, The face, a white Dusk Helmet, And looking down at the source of the pain was a Dusk Razor driven through his chest. Looking up again, his vision starting to blur, could make out the handle of an Amputator holstered over his back.

The mysterious figure before him slowly approached, grabbed a firm grip of the handle of the Dusk Razor, and pulled it from his chest in a swift pull.

The only thing the chained man could do was cough up blood as the punctured lung filled with blood . Looking up he noticed the figure examining the Razor and then slinging it over his shoulder.

"I am sorry about doing that, but i wouldn't want anyone to hear you scream now would i?" The masked man suddenly spoke.

The man tried to speak, only to result in coughing up more blood. The masked man continued.

"Mikey Osmond, I do believe you know why you are here before me today"

Mike began to panic as to how he knew his name, again the masked man continued.

"You are a market shark, a scammer." Sighing as he went on
"A liar, giving other survivors hope, with empty promises, taking their money they worked so hard for only to benefit yourself, to see others go out into the dangers of the world to collect their wealth, and come to you, for you to never experience real danger or any threat to your life."

unable to believe what he is hearing, Mike began to rattle the chains but was unable to due to the mass amount of blood loss.

"Today, i am going to show you the true meaning of a threat especially to your life, as you can see you are chained to a giant cylindrical gas tank, your right hand is free to move but is still chained. Whilst your left is chained directly to the tank, i would recommend against struggling to break free as if you pull out the chain from the tank which will trigger the ignition of a lighter, it will explode thus killing you."

All Mike could do was stare in horror as his life was in the hands of a psychopath.

"If you observe your surroundings closely, you will see clues on how to set yourself free, this is a test whether to see if you have a will to live, where this will in a way, change your view of life."

"But time is of the essence, you will only have 45 seconds to free yourself before the chains are released, but the lighter is ignited and sparks the explosion."

Mike in a mad panic, ignoring his pain and trying to shake free from the chains again muttering under his breath still coughing up blood.

"Will you live to see another day? the true life where you actually help others even though it would cost a part of yourself, Or will your greed consume you like the explosion will?"

"Live or Die" The man says as he walks towards the door.
"Make your choice" as he leaves slamming the door shut, pulling a trigger wire starting a timer clock suspended above Mike labeling 45 seconds and counting down.

Quickly weighing his options, Mike looks around as the sound of every second goes by echoes through his head in utter torment.
Looking to his right where his right hand is free, he notices an Amputator on a small circular table, observing closely it was the same amputator he scammed from a survivor promising him a Dusk Reactive in return but never did.
Not wasting a second, he tries to take off his Desert Camo jacket, grabbing the sleeve with his teeth, and tying it around his left arm just below the elbow tightly, as a tourniquet.
Holding the sleeve tight in his teeth, he knew there was no other option, he knew why the amputator was there.
Looking up he notices there are 30 seconds left on the timer, he picks up the amputator with his right hand, and suspends it over his left arm just above the elbow.

Panting heavily, scared to go through with it, he looks at the clock again, 20 seconds is left of the timer, then he looks at the amuptator then his arm, gritting his teeth as tight as he can into the thick sleeve, he begins cutting off his left arm, he begins groaning in pain as he cuts deeper and faster.
Looking again he notices there is 12 seconds left on the clock. The sickening sound of blade cutting through bone was almost enough to make him throw up more blood, but keeping focus, he pressed on.

5 seconds left on the clock he finally breaks free, "I'm getting out of this alive" Mike thought to himself, and falls to the floor, looking up seeing his left arm still hanging from the chain. As he tries to get up to leave, he forgot that his right arm was also chained, but to the ground.

3 seconds left on the clock, tears going down his face, looks up at the wall after the table where the amputator sat, was several pictures, one which showed a scribbled drawing of the amputator with a devil beside it.. most likely resembling death, whilst the picture to the right of it, was a key, to the chains.. and to the right of that again, was his Sports armour.. with the key on a necklace suspended around the armor.

Looking at his chest, Mike sees the key. holding it up with his right hand getting on his knees looking up to the roof and screaming at the top of his lungs in fear, as the timer hits zero, the chain pops out of the tank, the sound of a lighter is heard nearby, causing a gulf of flame to appear, consuming Mike, and everything within the warehouse, erupting in a huge explosion.

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