|
|
The forum will be undergoing maintenance as things progress forward. SMF2 is a little buggy on our forum, and I will be working to iron out some of those bugs, and to restore the forum to a similar and familiar home for us to the one that we used to have.
|
Topic Summary
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: February 24, 2010, 07:32:00 pm »
Vlad was sitting outside, covered in dust, still waiting.
He's been waiting for TRHeadshot to post his reply for a month now and now Vlad snapped.
"**** this, he aint coming" - shouted the russian.
"Sabrina, let's get back to base. We'll loot some meds on the way back"
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: February 24, 2010, 06:51:41 pm »
"Well well...wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it."
James, ever silent, stood leaning against the doorway of Ryans room, his voice and expression were as emotionless and cold as ever, a cigarette dangled from his thin lips, trailing smoke upwards in a pillum.
"Couldn't have sent a postcard or something?"
He said without taking the cigarette from his lips, James had it down to a fine art by now, he could speak normally with a cigarette between his lips without it even moving.
"I hope you at least brought me back a pack of cigarettes or some beer."
If it were anyone else speaking, it would sound like they were scolding Ryan due to their tone of voice, but with James, this was the closest to a "Welcome back my friend!" it would ever get.
James eyes Ryans new garb up and down, his half closed, lazy eyes showed no sign of intrest, but then again, they never did.
Posted by: R. S. Packman
« on: February 24, 2010, 06:00:16 pm »
((I know you said it was paused, but I wanted to post this since I am going to start posting again. If it doesn't work for some reason that I am unaware of then tell me and I will fix it.))
Ryan stood at the front door of the hotel. Much had changed, both to him and the clan, in his time away. He hated to admit it, but in his journeys he had shirked his duties, and he knew this would be frowned upon. He was probably looking at a demotion in rank as well.
"Just **** let me in!" he yelled to the doorman. The voice sounded familiar, but he could not yet place it.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you in. I don't know of any Ryan's in the Clan except for the two that are up stairs in the bar. I know, I checked to see that they were there."
"I **** out-rank you! Now open the door or I'll have to shoot through it." Ryan yelled at the top of his lungs, chambering the first .45 round into his Thompson, his back turned on the door as he eyed the Long Arms. They seemed to have been trained to the point where they ignored the clan outpost, but they had never seen it take this long for the door to open and they were getting anxious.
Suddenly the door opened and Ryan jumped in, a Desert Eagle pointed in his face.
"Sir, if you really are in the clan, I need to know your room number." the doorman said, never lowering the large handgun.
"Room 22b. Check up on it." Ryan remarked as he made his way up the stairs. The salutes he used to get were gone now, replaced with inquisitive whispering and outlandish looks. Under normal circumstances he would have been mad, but it was to be expected. He had been gone for nearly three months now, since just after the merging into DUSK.
On his way up he had actually been stopped by a group of Engines demanding that as the "Newbie" he would have to pay for his room. When he stated that he already had a room and questioned when that clause had been added to the clan laws, they each took out their weapons. After a few quick swings of his cricket bat and a few more broken bones, he had made his way past.
After a few minutes, he reached his room on the sixth floor. Inserting the key into his door, he turned it in the handle and walked in. A thick layer of dust was visible on everything. From the hidden stash of munitions and money in his closet to the straight razor on his sink, dust was visible.
There is no way I've been gone that long....... Ryan thought to himself, a wave of sadness coming over him. Had his old friends forgotten him as well. Perhaps they thought he was dead. Throwing down his bag he fell onto the bed, his eyes closed.
Many would question his whereabouts, if they even remembered him. He would tell them. For the past three and a half months Ryan had been wandering the country outside of Fairview. It had been a **** to get out of the city with the amount of military blocks still there even after six years, but it had been worth it. He had tried to keep in contact with the clan even in his absence, but one of the only ways he'd had to keep in touch was from the CB, and his had been destroyed by a mutation never before seen in Fairview within a week. His travels had taught him many things. From the joy of finding love and the pain of losing it to how easy it seemed they had things in Fairview, he had learned much.
Now he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. His old LR8, a gift from his few friends received upon his acceptance into the Zero Agents of the original Fenrirs Fangs, was gone. It had been damaged beyond repair by the acid secreted from a new mutation. In it's place was a thick black metal plate, a Russian made SN-42 body armor. Over it was a brown fur coat. His legs were clad with Blue Jeans and a pair of tan Dickie work boots, and on his head was a brown Cowboy hat. Beneath his clothes he was thin, very thin. He had toned his body to near super human comparison from the simple amount of running he was forced to do because of the new zombie variants he had encountered outside of the city he now loved to call home. His hair was greasy from lack of cleaning and fell to the middle of his back, a rough goatee adorned his tan, thin face.
Surely by now the news of his arrival would have traveled, and he would be getting a visit from his superior. He only hoped that whoever was working the CB today would have heard and sent out the news into the inner city. His comrades were most likely out anyway, and he wanted them to know something. Ryan was back, and he had some **** stories to tell.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: February 22, 2010, 03:33:23 pm »
((**The RP is currently paused until Crazy and Modem are finished Archlord's Quest and Meldon and TR have more time on their hands**))
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 08, 2010, 01:29:37 am »
Outside the warehouse, two OGs are passing by the window, that they trio planned to use, bragging about their recent zombie kills. As they pass by, two pairs of night vision goggles suddenly begin to glow, with Vlad and Edward coming out of the shadows. "Sabrina, this is Vlad. You stay on the roof and provide cover for us. You'll be our eyes, once we're back outside. Vlad out" Turning towards Edward. "Ed, give me a boost, so I could reach the window" Edward silently nods, getting under the window to prepare for Vlad to jump. After jumping up, Vlad quickly inspects the area for hostiles with his silenced K-50M. Making sure the room is clear, Vlad lends Edward a hand and both are now inside the building. The room is on the first floor. Ther are inside a cargo storage room, filled with crates. There are doors on the western and northern walls, nothing can be heard from any of the doors. Vlad turns towards Edward and says "Ed, take lead, I'll follow you and cover your back" ((if this is gonna be a role play, might as well add these RPG elemets  ))
Posted by: TRHeadshot
« on: January 07, 2010, 06:07:31 pm »
Edward **** his head at the terrified man, and smiles deviously.
"I believe this is the end of the road for you my friend..." He rips off a strip of fabric from the survivors shirt, placing it inside his mouth and tying it tightly. He strips the man of his armor, a simple Flak Jacket, and his weaponry, an M16 (with 2 extra 30 rd. stanag magazines) and a combat knife. Stabbing each of the man's knee caps, and ignoring the tears, Ed drags to body into the middle of the street.
"Sweet dreams, princess!" he chuckles coldly, and heads off in search of Vlad.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 07, 2010, 05:43:56 pm »
Sabrina's voice crackles over the headset. "Don't forget to gag him, we don't want patrols hearing his screams of agony~"
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 07, 2010, 01:55:41 am »
After Edward gives the trooper in Vlad's hands, the russian heavily punches the idiot, then tosses him inside the building for interrogation.
"Now then, I have only one question: where are all the medical supplies in the warehouse?"
"Itsss...sss..It'sss on t-th-the sec-cc-conds floor, e-ea-east w-ww-ing. H-has a red c-ccross on the d-ddoor. Now please, don't kill me"
"Your so pathetic, that I want to end your sufferings in life. Besides, if I let you go, you'll go back to your patrol and report on us and I can't let that happen......Do you know, that zombies are attracted by the smell of blood?" - sayed the russian with a bit disturbing grin.
Turning to Ed, Vlad says "Edward, take his weapons away, stab his legs, so he couldn't run away, then leave the building. The zombies will take care of him from there. Back at the roof top, ETA - 4 minutes"
Leaving the building, the russian begins climbing the fire escape once again, waiting with his comrades for nightfall.
Posted by: TRHeadshot
« on: January 06, 2010, 05:56:05 pm »
Stealthily, Edward creeps forward. Keeping out of sight, and attempting to remain as silent as possible. He finally appears behind the unfortunate twat, oblivious
to his predicament. Having fallen far behind his patrol cluster, Edward places the man in a head lock, stifling his screams for assistance.
Placing his Fang to the mans neck, he whispers,
"Shut the **** up," He tightens his grip, the man whimpers pathetically, "This is your one chance for salvation. You have two options:
1) You shut the **** up, and come with me, we want to have a word with you...
2) You try to escape, I stab your **** throat and leave you for the infected...
"Your choice..."
The man appears to understand, he quickly wizens up, and relaxed.
Edward returns the man to Vlad,
"He's all yours....heh."
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 06, 2010, 02:20:47 pm »
"Definetly the noob I need. Edward..."
Nodding, Edward climbs down the fire escape, Vlad behind him.
They manage to hide behind a car, that the patrol will be passing, with the cocky twat falling behind.
They wait.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 06, 2010, 02:16:21 pm »
Sabrina was scanning the area with her scope. "This is mainly a warehouse for the Combine section of the Empire, right? I don't have any contacts in Combine, so I say we do the sneak in at night plan. So, we need a soldier to interrogate. The guy with the cig hanging from his mouth in the patrol on the left looks like a good target. Cocky bastard, but has no idea what he's doing. He's leaning on his gun barrel for Christ's sake..."
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 06, 2010, 01:43:47 pm »
They made their way to the warehouse, occasionally killing off a zombie with their melee weapons.
Observing the warehouse from the previous vantage point, used by Viktor and his scout team 60 years ago, Vlad starts thinking of plans, then begins relaying them to his mates.
"Ok, people. Two options: steal uniform and infiltrate, but that will cause increased alert in the future for this area OR wait till nightfall and use our dark clothes to stealthily get inside and steal the supplies. Mistake chances are high, so if you need to kill, kill, but try to avoid it. I have absolutely no idea where the meds are, so it goes even harder from this stage. We need a tongue here. If you ask me, I say we go stalk a patrol and knock out a single soldier, drag him away, interrogate him, then feed him to the zeds. It'll make it look, like a goofy accident of a new guy. If you currently have no other suggestoins, then Sabrina, stay here and provide sniper and visual support. I need a distraction, once the patrol is near, so shoot a trash can or attract some zombies with a loud noise.
Edward, you go with me. No frigging guns, blades only and keep in mind: I need a twat, a living twat"
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 06, 2010, 01:36:00 pm »
"So, all present? Vlad, you take point, this is your mission after all," Sabrina said with a wink.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 01, 2010, 11:34:43 am »
Entering his room, Vladimir starts gearing up.
Picking up a strange dark rock, he begins sharpening his Dusk Razor, reading it's engravings while doing it.
We come in silence...Fear the Dusk
Putting it in the sheath, that had a giant wolf symbol on it, Vladimir begins loading a K-50M, which had "Draconum" written on the handle.
4 clips should be enough for this mission.
Then he pulls out of the closet a small ritual blade, that looks rather ancient. It's called "Kris", left over from the old FF base.
Some usuall supplies into the backpack, like meds, some food/water and a box of .50 bullets. Also, binoculars.
Then Vlad puts on a dark mesh armour, atop of which he puts on a trench coat.
Being fully ready, he sets out to the meeting point with Sabrina and Edward.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 01, 2010, 11:33:03 am »
Sabrina turns the page in the journal to the building's layout. "It's Vlad's personal mission, so we pretty much follow his lead. What it looks like though, is we're entering around here, through a window, if it's still there. If not, we'll have to find another way in. We're trying to do this without being spotted, and without killing anybody. We don't want anybody to know we exist, and bodies are suspicious."
|
|
|
Xbox 360 Games
by Twilightpersona
July 03, 2013, 05:33:23 am
|
Random Awesome Song
by Twilightpersona
July 03, 2013, 05:31:42 am
|
Watchdogs Game
by Twilightpersona
May 22, 2013, 04:52:08 am
|
This is by far the creepiest anything I've ever seen.
by Mustang MKIII
May 05, 2013, 12:21:35 pm
|
For crazyhobo
by Twilightpersona
April 22, 2013, 06:13:54 am
|
Lone Wanderer's Journal Discussion
by Twilightpersona
March 27, 2013, 06:47:00 am
|
Stray Sheep
by Mustang MKIII
March 17, 2013, 05:47:21 am
|
Lone Wanderer's Journal
by Twilightpersona
March 04, 2013, 08:57:17 am
|
The Second Pulse Discussion
by Twilightpersona
February 26, 2013, 07:05:35 am
|
The Second Pulse
by Twilightpersona
February 19, 2013, 06:41:46 am
|
|
|
Home
Forum
Search
Calendar
Arcade
Login
Register
