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9/2/2006 9:39:29 AM
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The Flood 3!
[b]The Aftermath.[/b]
Colonel Corbec had flown the Piggy Fool Helicopter all the way from the ruins of Money Marine mountain to the CPO Fraser Helicopter hire Station. He bypassed it and landed the magnificent Helicopter in a Forest Clearing nearby under the red, evening sun. But he didn’t land it so close that nearby that it would attract unwanted attention. He carefully made sure he had left no evidence behind that would link him to the chopper. Then, taking the still sleeping maid away, he went to the tree-line and prepared his Spas 12. He tucked it into his shoulder and aimed for the external fuel tank. Firing once, the entire Helicopter exploded into a bright ball of licking flame and sizzling metal. The maid still snored. Corbec scooped the girl up. He’d destroyed one more piece of evidence against him, now all he had to do was eliminate the people that had seen him in the rental station.
The Receptionist was just working over the rental lists, ready to send a fine to DDR Master when the automatic door opened with a soft hum. She looked up in time to see a man in the doorway, back dropped with the sun behind him.
“Can I help you?” She asked, confused.
“Not really.” He said, the mask on his face making his voice sound metallic and strange. The man revealed a shotgun, and the receptionist screamed.
[i]Bam![/i]
She flew backwards as if hit by a car, and smacked into the wall, leaving a bloody trail as she slipped down the wall.
Corbec picked up the waitress again, and brought her inside. Carefully, he set her down next to the dead receptionist. Then, he searched the computer. He released another virus to delete any evidence he ever took out a Helicopter and replace it with another person. Echo 360 now had a massive fine to pay up. He then went through the security cameras and deleted the footage that showed him walk in and hire a Chopper, and the incident just now. Now all he had to do was kill off the salesman, the one other person who’d seen him here.
“Barbara?” Someone asked from around the corner, and the salesman walked into view. He saw the masked man with the gun and turned to run.
[i]Bam![/i]
He slammed into a wall and collapsed into a pool of his own blood.
“Job done.” He said without a hint of regret and carried the still sleeping girl out to his TT, parked in the garage. He loaded her into the passenger seat and got into the right hand side of the car. He tapped the car in appreciation. It was like coming home. The silent Maid slept through the entire journey to Corbec’s Mediterbungian Home, giving Corbec time to think about what to do with her. He decided he would burn that bridge when he got home.
Eventually, by the time the sun had sunk beneath the horizon, Corbec reached his home. With exhausted arms, he hefted the almost vegetable-like Maid into the house. He took her upstairs and set her down in the bed, tucking her under the Egyptian cotton sheets.
“Now where the hell am I going to sleep?” Corbec said to himself, walking out of the one bedroom in the house and down the stairs. He decided to take the sofa in the living room. He removed the armour and hid it away in a closet. He was still thinking about what to do with the girl when he fell asleep.
Pyroshark forced his eyes to open. There was a blinding light all around him. Where was he? Why was he here? He remembered a searing pain, Ninjas, bullets, screaming and blood. The Queen! He tried to get up and find her, but the pain was too intense.
“Be still.” Said a strange voice.
Pyroshark settled back down, unable to see past the light.
“Who are you?” Pyroshark wheezed.
The light receded, revealing a white metal ceiling.
“We,” said a man leaning over to see him, “are the Grizzled Ancients.”
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[quote]GET YOURE ASS BACK TO THE FIRST PAGE THREAD! [/quote] What? [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Casey Corbec, I think it would be really funny (and, to be honest, kinda cool) if I was a villain and allied myself with you to become an unstoppable force of evil. Just, y'know, 'cause we don't really get along all that well in TBC and all...[/quote] I'm just an Anti Hero. A good guy with evil traits. You'll get a part, but it will be with Lady Die's EVIL squad of EVIL.
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Corbec, I think it would be really funny (and, to be honest, kinda cool) if I was a villain and allied myself with you to become an unstoppable force of evil. Just, y'know, 'cause we don't really get along all that well in TBC and all...
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GET YOURE ASS BACK TO THE FIRST PAGE THREAD!
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Hahahah...
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speech on gorge bush? LOL, i call him, Jorge U U [url=http://ecosyn.us/ecocity/Links/Visual_Pages/Santa_Cruz/SantaCruz_24.JPG] Bush [/url]
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I'm still in GCSE's. I have a speech about The Night Of The Scorpion to do tomorow, and I need to see the Spanish assistant to help my Spanish speech on George Bush.
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Tell me about it, I have to read [i]all[/i] of "A Streetcar Named Desire" for tomorrow morning. That doesn't include the French, Chemistry and Biology homework that I've forgot but no doubt will be immense. A-levels suck =( -Pyroshark-
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Hmm. Well, that's it for the week. No doubt I'll be overwhelmed with homework next week.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec EVERYONE but me has a shiny new 360 and Live. That makes me mad.[/quote] youre not alone, *points at me*
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EVERYONE but me has a shiny new 360 and Live. That makes me mad.
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Oh great, I'm dead... [i]again[/i]! What is your obsession with causing large amounts of bodily harm onto my being? Heh, just kidding. Nice job once again, I've been doing a little catching up because I've been gone from Bungie.net for a while. Saint's Row and Dead Rising are helluva addictive... Keep it up! =) -Pyroshark-
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Yeah, I know.
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Is GEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD
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What do you think then?
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[b]The Ransom.[/b] “Is that all we need?” Said a first voice amongst the blinding light. “Yeah. The DNA has been transferred.” Said another. “We’ll terminate this one.” “I think he’s coming around.” “Impossible, all that blood loss? Oh, right, he is. Go, now.” Pyroshark gave up listening to the voices for a little while and went back to sleep. “Are we ready to go live yet?” Lady Die asked impatiently. “Just about.” The Cameraman reassured her. Sally Sabar had been tied to a rough metal chair in the centre of a room, under the glare of harsh, bright lights. Two Undergrounican soldiers stood in the corners of the room closest to the one door leading out of the room, and a Camera stood before Sally on a tripod stand. “Do you think Corbec will get here soon?” The Cameraman asked expectantly. “Not for you to know.” Lady Die spat, grooming herself in a handheld mirror. “Sorry, ahhm, the Camera’s ready.” He said, gesturing for lady die to come into the picture. “Lets go then.” Lady Die said. Corbec checked his map again. He was a little to the North of Hindu Gangster Park, crouched amongst the mountain or rock that was supposed to be a school. Looking out into the ruins, he could see a temporary Undergroundican rally point. Beyond that and a little more to the North was where he was supposed to be. He had been forced to take this route, because the short-cut had been blocked by an overturned, blazing fuel tanker. Squinting in the half-light, he could see scurrying figures, dashing around to their places. He could see men unloading rifles from the back of a truck, a field hospital, a pair of rumbling tanks ready for action. But the real killer was the half-dozen Mechs standing by the front of a blown-out shop. The walkers had arrived a little before, and the pilots had left the machines to mechanics whilst they were presumably given orders. Standing roughly the height of two men standing on top of each other, their arms were simply two twin-linked chain guns and multiple-rocket launchers were slung over their shoulders. They looked very angular, with the pilot’s area roughly halfway up the vehicle. As the two tanks ground southwards, columns of infantry following them, Corbec slipped down the rubble mountain to quietly sneak in and amongst the enemy, the bombardment masking any noise he made. CPO Fraser had immediately leapt into one of the .50 calibre nests as soon as the shells began to fall again. His one was the one on the left hand side of the road, and both looked to be little more than piles of stone and rock. The others had either got into the other gun nest, or hunkered down behind cover elsewhere. Behind the regular [i]slam[/i] of the concussive shells, CPO could hear another noise, something sharper and quieter. Tanks. The grinding noise of the tracks filled the Floodian ears. They waited for their arrival, and soon a pair of black and squat Undergroundican tanks-the Guscon 1 Heavy variant, ground into view. They churned down the middle of the dual carriageway, and CPO’s spotters in the buildings to his left told him that infantry followed close behind. “Don’t fire, not now. Wait a little more…” CPO whispered to everyone else via the ear-piece radio. Following his orders, the enemy were allowed to get even closer to the Floodian positions. They were getting close now. CPO could smell the exhaust fumes from the rumbling monsters. But for all their thick armour and destructive main guns, the drivers had made a fatal error. They were in the middle of the two roads, in plain view of all three angles from which the Floodians could attack. Fraser waited a little more, then: “Attack!” He shouted, triggering the remote mines nearest the tanks to underline his words. The mines ripped off the right track of the one on the right hand side of the road, and completely destroyed the one on the left. The left hand tank flipped end over end, it’s main gun buckling and bending as it hit the ground. It tumbled over onto it’s roof, and the ammunition stocks lit up, exploding out of it’s belly in a cone of incendiary flame. “Hit the other one! Now! Turrets, the infantry!” CPO barked. The right hand tank, though immobilised, was still alive. The pintle-mounted machinegun on it’s turret swung around remotely and began to chug away at random targets, not seeing it’s attackers. Then, from the buildings to the right Molotov cocktails smashed onto it’s roof, preventing any escape. From the shadows, a couple of light infantrymen dashed out of the shadows and to the damaged right side of the vehicle. Ignoring the petrol flames on the roof, they attached a demo-pack to the damaged track section. They ran back into the alleyways and labyrinth of corridors as Undergrounican infantry arrived. The enemy infantry advanced cautiously now that they were without armour, but they didn’t notice the mass of high explosives stuck to their last, crippled tank. As the .50 calibre turrets opened fire, and the Molotovs and grenades began to rain down on the infantry, the tank was finally destroyed by the explosive pack. Terrified, the enemy turned from their advance and ran from the Floodian firepower. “Don’t follow them.” CPO ordered. “They’ll be back.” [Edited on 9/21/2006]
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Right.
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.....([i]God damn, I need to sleep, I'm -blam!- deloiurous. At this rate they'll be too more 'Aniaml Crossing' esque videos by the time I wake up.[/i]) [Edited on 9/17/2006]
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If you don't like it, lump it.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] bacon greese1521 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec That's gratitude for you.[/quote] [i]THESE COLORS DON'T RUN![/i][/quote] Perhaps we could make a compromise? Maybe you could just say, "I like really thin pancakes?"
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec That's gratitude for you.[/quote] lol, it's an inside joke. From glorious BF2.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec That's gratitude for you.[/quote] [i]THESE COLORS DON'T RUN![/i]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] bacon greese1521 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Casey [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] bacon greese1521 Oh joy. I'm a helicopter. A briefly mentioned helicopter in a story. My life is complete. <_<.[/quote] Helicopters are lame. Snowmobiles are so much cooler.[/quote] You're tellin' me. All I got was my name mentioned as a helicopter. Lame indeed.[/quote] You don't even go "NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUHNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Instead, you go "soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi" lol "My BaconGreesecopter goes 'soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi' "
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That's gratitude for you.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Casey [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] bacon greese1521 Oh joy. I'm a helicopter. A briefly mentioned helicopter in a story. My life is complete. <_<.[/quote] Helicopters are lame. Snowmobiles are so much cooler.[/quote] You're tellin' me. All I got was my name mentioned as a helicopter. Lame indeed.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] bacon greese1521 Oh joy. I'm a helicopter. A briefly mentioned helicopter in a story. My life is complete. <_<.[/quote] Helicopters are lame. Snowmobiles are so much cooler.
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Oh joy. I'm a helicopter. A briefly mentioned helicopter in a story. My life is complete. <_<.
