Got carried away playing Metal Gear, now it's five in the morning. Fuuuu-
Anyway, I posted.
Anyway, I posted.
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9 yrs ago
20 years old and finally taking my drivers ed test tomorrow. I'll finally be legally driving after tomorrow. Yay!
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9 yrs ago
I find it quite depressing that every time I am on the homepage, the guild finds it necessary to tell me that I have no friends.
9 yrs ago
Oh what's that five in the morning? Fucking time sneaks up on me man. Deuces guild.
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9 yrs ago
Bruh it was so foggy outside, I couldn't even see when I was driving. I was just waiting for some monster to pop out, and then get smahed by my car. haha
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9 yrs ago
4 in the morning = sleep time for me
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John was violently shaking the soldier that was on the ground, trying to wake him up. "Come on, come on, come on!" The man's body simply flopped around in his arms. Must have been a hard fall. "Wake up-"
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S JOHNNNNNNNNNNNY!!!!!!!!"
At first John thought someone he knew was in the room shouting his name, but that thought was quickly shot down. Quite literally. John zeroed in on the shouting, and saw the muzzle flash through the small crack that had appeared in the door. It was accompanied by the ear shattering blasts of a rifle. The man may have been completely crazy, but he was a trained soldier, and his short bursts were tearing through the crowd; people were practically dropping left and right. They completely disregarded each other as people. Pushing, shoving, anything to make sure they got out alive. It was complete chaos. John considered firing back at the infected individual, but that shot would probably be difficult even for a talented marksmen. He took his finger off the trigger and bolted away from the crowd, stumbling over bodies as he did. He found himself pressed up again against a wall, his body crouched to make himself as small as possible. His knees brought up to cover his core vitals. "Think, think, think. Fuck." John surveyed the room, trying to look for a solution. He noted that some people had taken shelter underneath the already dead. "Maybe I should..." His voice trailed as he realized that anyone in the room could be infected, hiding under a bleeding body might lead to contamination.
Suddenly the room was quiet, and John snapped back to reality. He hadn't seen the crazed soldier enter the room, or the person that had shot his legs causing him to fall. It was his chance. John sprung up and ran at the injured crazy, knocking two people down as he did.
The crazy was still alive, and quickly recovering from the bullets. His right arm was reaching out, clutching the rifle that he had dropped. His left hand was a complete mess, fingers dangling by mere threads. No doubt the place that the third bullet had hit. A look of pure savagery was plastered on his face. "I'll huff and I'll puff!!" He pointed the barrel at two survivors who were shrieking at him, begging for their lives.
Seconds before he could pull the trigger, John's boot collided with his face. There was an audible pop as his jaw broke. "No!" John shouted weakly. The impact was hard and the soldier's face jerked to the side, both blood and teeth flew out and spattered on the ground. John aimed his gun at him, but the crazy was faster. Even with two wounded legs and a broken jaw, the infected managed to grab John's right leg with his bloody hand, and sweep it out from under him.
John crashed to the floor hitting it hard. He doubled over in pain, the soldier gave him no time to recover, however, and grabbed his leg again. This time he was pulling himself on top of John. "Wanna swap spit?!" He stuck out his tongue as he pulled himself up, the bottom half of his jaw swinging from side to side.
"Oh fuck!" John screeched. He frantically started kicking the crazy, his boot slamming against his face multiple times. The bastard just kept coming, despite his wounds. John blindly fumbled his hands around him, trying to find the rifle that he held only moments ago. Leg. Shoe. Hair. Metal! John gripped the handle of the rifle, swung it over his body and aimed it at the now contorted face that was trying to maul him. "Bye Johnny!" He yelled while simultaneously pulling the trigger back. The bullets ripped through his head, wiping the sick smile from existence. Even after the clip was empty, John's finger was still squeezing the trigger.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S JOHNNNNNNNNNNNY!!!!!!!!"
At first John thought someone he knew was in the room shouting his name, but that thought was quickly shot down. Quite literally. John zeroed in on the shouting, and saw the muzzle flash through the small crack that had appeared in the door. It was accompanied by the ear shattering blasts of a rifle. The man may have been completely crazy, but he was a trained soldier, and his short bursts were tearing through the crowd; people were practically dropping left and right. They completely disregarded each other as people. Pushing, shoving, anything to make sure they got out alive. It was complete chaos. John considered firing back at the infected individual, but that shot would probably be difficult even for a talented marksmen. He took his finger off the trigger and bolted away from the crowd, stumbling over bodies as he did. He found himself pressed up again against a wall, his body crouched to make himself as small as possible. His knees brought up to cover his core vitals. "Think, think, think. Fuck." John surveyed the room, trying to look for a solution. He noted that some people had taken shelter underneath the already dead. "Maybe I should..." His voice trailed as he realized that anyone in the room could be infected, hiding under a bleeding body might lead to contamination.
Suddenly the room was quiet, and John snapped back to reality. He hadn't seen the crazed soldier enter the room, or the person that had shot his legs causing him to fall. It was his chance. John sprung up and ran at the injured crazy, knocking two people down as he did.
The crazy was still alive, and quickly recovering from the bullets. His right arm was reaching out, clutching the rifle that he had dropped. His left hand was a complete mess, fingers dangling by mere threads. No doubt the place that the third bullet had hit. A look of pure savagery was plastered on his face. "I'll huff and I'll puff!!" He pointed the barrel at two survivors who were shrieking at him, begging for their lives.
Seconds before he could pull the trigger, John's boot collided with his face. There was an audible pop as his jaw broke. "No!" John shouted weakly. The impact was hard and the soldier's face jerked to the side, both blood and teeth flew out and spattered on the ground. John aimed his gun at him, but the crazy was faster. Even with two wounded legs and a broken jaw, the infected managed to grab John's right leg with his bloody hand, and sweep it out from under him.
John crashed to the floor hitting it hard. He doubled over in pain, the soldier gave him no time to recover, however, and grabbed his leg again. This time he was pulling himself on top of John. "Wanna swap spit?!" He stuck out his tongue as he pulled himself up, the bottom half of his jaw swinging from side to side.
"Oh fuck!" John screeched. He frantically started kicking the crazy, his boot slamming against his face multiple times. The bastard just kept coming, despite his wounds. John blindly fumbled his hands around him, trying to find the rifle that he held only moments ago. Leg. Shoe. Hair. Metal! John gripped the handle of the rifle, swung it over his body and aimed it at the now contorted face that was trying to maul him. "Bye Johnny!" He yelled while simultaneously pulling the trigger back. The bullets ripped through his head, wiping the sick smile from existence. Even after the clip was empty, John's finger was still squeezing the trigger.
I leave and Frengo immediately starts killing off people again. Your cruelty knows no bounds.
I'll have my post up in a little bit.
I'll have my post up in a little bit.
I'll just answer both then.
1. Nope, want to though
2. Yes, and I almost. Up until last week, I was planning on moving from Texas all the way to Jersey
3. Tara
1. When people touch my things. I have everything where I want it to be.
2. My uncle was pretty good at that, but cheese and eggs now.
3. I'm alright, I guess.
1. The theme of your favorite roleplay?
2. Ever wanted to travel in space?
3. Most uncomfortable position you've ever been in.
1. Nope, want to though
2. Yes, and I almost. Up until last week, I was planning on moving from Texas all the way to Jersey
3. Tara
1. When people touch my things. I have everything where I want it to be.
2. My uncle was pretty good at that, but cheese and eggs now.
3. I'm alright, I guess.
1. The theme of your favorite roleplay?
2. Ever wanted to travel in space?
3. Most uncomfortable position you've ever been in.
1. Blue
2. James
3. 42
1. First website you rolplayed on?
2. 2nd favorite meal
3. A movie you couldn't make it ten minutes through before turning it off?
2. James
3. 42
1. First website you rolplayed on?
2. 2nd favorite meal
3. A movie you couldn't make it ten minutes through before turning it off?
I'm home! Let me get all settled in, then I'll get caught up on the IC so I can post.
Also
I'm gonna try my hardest to live up to this.
Also
you cow owning sex pervert
I'm gonna try my hardest to live up to this.
I edited my IC post.
And now I'm off to work. I'll be back later.
And now I'm off to work. I'll be back later.
Oops, hang on. Forgot to write where the bullets hit, was in a rush because I had to get ready for work.
@Frengo
Unless you want to decide that?
@Frengo
Unless you want to decide that?
They were all huddled in the small room, John and the other survivors. It was a bit unnerving at first being thrown into a room with a bunch of people, after having been out there alone for a month. He took solace in the fact that they at least weren't infected. Everyone had the same look on their face, they were worried. The hope was there, but they were all worried about what would happened. John knew this because he felt the same way. Still, he realized there might be a chance that his sister was somewhere in the crowd. "Taylor!" He called out for sister, making his way through the crowd. There was no response so he decided he would try his niece next. "Ava, are you here-" The room shook violently, and John managed to trip over another survivor.
"All civilians are to be eliminated," The words echoed in his ear, and it took him a second to register what they were saying. Fuck, fuck, fuck. John frantically jumped up and scanned the room for a way out, and noted that there was only one exit, but it seemed to be sealed shut. Some of the other survivors were trying to knock it open with little to no success; the door refused to give way. John was on his way to help them, when he saw the solider get knocked over the railing.
"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeees and gentlemen!" The large man, who had entered when John wasn't looking, was now yelling. "Thank you for visiting the Rig, we hope to see you again soon. WOOP WOOP!" John instantly knew that the man was infected, he seen it all before. The crazed shouting, the animal look like on his face, and to make matters worse the man produced two hand grenades from his belt.
John looked to the other solider for protection, but he was still unconscious on the floor; his rifle was on the floor next to him. "Shit," John cursed. He fought his way through the panicking crowd to grab the gun. It was heavier than he had expected it to be, and he had seen enough movies to know he need to check the safety. It was ready to fire. "Just...point and shoot." He tried to line the iron sights up as best as he could, hoping to hit the man in the center of his chest, but he had never been a great marksmen. "Fuck it." He pulled the trigger, the gun kicked violently, and a stream of bullets flew out.
The gunfire immediately silenced the room. Survivors briefly stopped panicking, to locate the source. John lowered the rifle for a moment, checking to make sure he had hit him. He had missed his intended area. Rather than hitting center mass there was a line of bullet holes that started at the man's neck and continued upward. The Marine Sergeant fell back against the wall, smearing it with blood. The two hand grenades rolled out of his hands, and off the edge of the catwalk. They harmlessly clinked on the ground next to John as they landed, their pins still intact. John sunk to his knees, "Oh thank god." He looked over at the unconscious man and said to no one in particular, "I bet he can get us out of here."
"All civilians are to be eliminated," The words echoed in his ear, and it took him a second to register what they were saying. Fuck, fuck, fuck. John frantically jumped up and scanned the room for a way out, and noted that there was only one exit, but it seemed to be sealed shut. Some of the other survivors were trying to knock it open with little to no success; the door refused to give way. John was on his way to help them, when he saw the solider get knocked over the railing.
"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeees and gentlemen!" The large man, who had entered when John wasn't looking, was now yelling. "Thank you for visiting the Rig, we hope to see you again soon. WOOP WOOP!" John instantly knew that the man was infected, he seen it all before. The crazed shouting, the animal look like on his face, and to make matters worse the man produced two hand grenades from his belt.
John looked to the other solider for protection, but he was still unconscious on the floor; his rifle was on the floor next to him. "Shit," John cursed. He fought his way through the panicking crowd to grab the gun. It was heavier than he had expected it to be, and he had seen enough movies to know he need to check the safety. It was ready to fire. "Just...point and shoot." He tried to line the iron sights up as best as he could, hoping to hit the man in the center of his chest, but he had never been a great marksmen. "Fuck it." He pulled the trigger, the gun kicked violently, and a stream of bullets flew out.
The gunfire immediately silenced the room. Survivors briefly stopped panicking, to locate the source. John lowered the rifle for a moment, checking to make sure he had hit him. He had missed his intended area. Rather than hitting center mass there was a line of bullet holes that started at the man's neck and continued upward. The Marine Sergeant fell back against the wall, smearing it with blood. The two hand grenades rolled out of his hands, and off the edge of the catwalk. They harmlessly clinked on the ground next to John as they landed, their pins still intact. John sunk to his knees, "Oh thank god." He looked over at the unconscious man and said to no one in particular, "I bet he can get us out of here."
Yeah, already looked it up.
No one in my town is that formal, so it makes sense that I haven't heard. We just say black.
No one in my town is that formal, so it makes sense that I haven't heard. We just say black.
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