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The Trooper
STATUS: If I was ever in a death or glory situation, I'd want The Trooper by Iron Maiden play in the background. 7 yrs ago
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If I was ever in a death or glory situation, I'd want The Trooper by Iron Maiden play in the background.
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7 yrs ago
Back on RPG for the first time in like, two years.
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Listening to some Aerosmith
9 yrs ago
Working on a new rp.
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Sick as all hell, freaking sinuses.
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Okay, my post is up!
Ow.
Oww.
OOOOOOWWWW!
R growled as a Vorcha fired right at his head and missed, which seemed impossible at the distance of the shot, which was incredibly close. He clasped his left ear, which was ringing from the close proximity shot, and swung his shotgun around, slamming his finger into the trigger. The ugly thing flew backwards as half of his face was blown off, his brains splattering the wall of the decrepit building. R looked out of a window, glancing for a moment at the battle scene. He could see his team members fighting off the hordes of Crimson Fist and even hear Raya cackling. He had taken it upon himself to flank the enemy when he noticed a gas deposit right smack in the middle of their main force. Unfortunately, Haze didn't have a visual, so it was up to him. He cocked his shotgun and moved along, stepping over the Vorcha's body. He entered a stairwell and heard the thumping of feet, rushing to end his life.
Bollocks.
He pressed down the receiver on his commlink "I've been detected, so I might be a little slower than first anticipated. Just hang in there!" He grimaced as he pulled out a grenade, positioning himself at an angle in the stairwell. They were getting the crap beat out of them. It wasn't looking good. He waited a moment and then pressed the igniter button, pelting down to his pursuers.
BOOM!
Silence. He switched to his Assault Rifle, smiling to himself and rushing up the staircase. He reached a door on the next floor and estimated it would be high enough to get a shot off with his Assault rifle. He punched the open mechanism, revealing what seemed to be a Crimson Fist Sniper team. He raised his gun, training his sights silently on the Human Sniper, quietly growling his disgust. He pulled down the trigger and ripped through the sniper, his body spraying blood all over his comrades. The other two turned, a Vorcha and a Krogan. R snapped his aim towards the Krogan, sending several volleys into his neck. The Krogan's massive form smacked into his Vorcha Team mate, who screamed and fired off his pistol as he was brought to the ground by the Krogan corpse. R slid behind the wall, the enemy rounds ineffectively pelting it. The Vorcha continued to desperately fire, the corpse of his former comrade pinning him down.
Then he stopped to reload.
R swung out of the cover, sending a single rifle bullet into the Vorcha's eye. He moved past the fallen sniper team, scanning the mass of Crimson Fist soldiers for the gas deposit. There! In the open, prime for opportunity. "Gas deposit spotted, firing, get to cover!" R shouted into his commlink, jamming the assault rifle scope into his eye. He lined up the shot and squeezed the trigger.
WOOOSH!!!
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R dropped from the shuttle, hitting the ground with a thud, rolling to absorb most of the impact. He flipped the safety off of his assault rifle and silently moved forward, keeping a watchful eye on his team mates.
The ride here had been full of anticipation and Nik even christened it as a 'War Zone' so R is treating it as such. "Check you corners." he reminded them quietly into his commlink, snapping around the edge of a wall. The tension was palpable as they moved silently along, R guarding the edges of their squad. If they were gonna be ambushed, they would have to get past him first.
Oww.
OOOOOOWWWW!
R growled as a Vorcha fired right at his head and missed, which seemed impossible at the distance of the shot, which was incredibly close. He clasped his left ear, which was ringing from the close proximity shot, and swung his shotgun around, slamming his finger into the trigger. The ugly thing flew backwards as half of his face was blown off, his brains splattering the wall of the decrepit building. R looked out of a window, glancing for a moment at the battle scene. He could see his team members fighting off the hordes of Crimson Fist and even hear Raya cackling. He had taken it upon himself to flank the enemy when he noticed a gas deposit right smack in the middle of their main force. Unfortunately, Haze didn't have a visual, so it was up to him. He cocked his shotgun and moved along, stepping over the Vorcha's body. He entered a stairwell and heard the thumping of feet, rushing to end his life.
Bollocks.
He pressed down the receiver on his commlink "I've been detected, so I might be a little slower than first anticipated. Just hang in there!" He grimaced as he pulled out a grenade, positioning himself at an angle in the stairwell. They were getting the crap beat out of them. It wasn't looking good. He waited a moment and then pressed the igniter button, pelting down to his pursuers.
BOOM!
Silence. He switched to his Assault Rifle, smiling to himself and rushing up the staircase. He reached a door on the next floor and estimated it would be high enough to get a shot off with his Assault rifle. He punched the open mechanism, revealing what seemed to be a Crimson Fist Sniper team. He raised his gun, training his sights silently on the Human Sniper, quietly growling his disgust. He pulled down the trigger and ripped through the sniper, his body spraying blood all over his comrades. The other two turned, a Vorcha and a Krogan. R snapped his aim towards the Krogan, sending several volleys into his neck. The Krogan's massive form smacked into his Vorcha Team mate, who screamed and fired off his pistol as he was brought to the ground by the Krogan corpse. R slid behind the wall, the enemy rounds ineffectively pelting it. The Vorcha continued to desperately fire, the corpse of his former comrade pinning him down.
Then he stopped to reload.
R swung out of the cover, sending a single rifle bullet into the Vorcha's eye. He moved past the fallen sniper team, scanning the mass of Crimson Fist soldiers for the gas deposit. There! In the open, prime for opportunity. "Gas deposit spotted, firing, get to cover!" R shouted into his commlink, jamming the assault rifle scope into his eye. He lined up the shot and squeezed the trigger.
WOOOSH!!!
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
R dropped from the shuttle, hitting the ground with a thud, rolling to absorb most of the impact. He flipped the safety off of his assault rifle and silently moved forward, keeping a watchful eye on his team mates.
The ride here had been full of anticipation and Nik even christened it as a 'War Zone' so R is treating it as such. "Check you corners." he reminded them quietly into his commlink, snapping around the edge of a wall. The tension was palpable as they moved silently along, R guarding the edges of their squad. If they were gonna be ambushed, they would have to get past him first.
Alright, back from summer school, I will get a post up tonight.
@Hexaflexagon Ye boi!!
So.....anyone else hyped for Fallout 4?
Introduction
It is spring of 1962 and a flight is leaving the New York International Airport, inbound for Tokyo, Japan. The plane is packed, full of all kinds of people from varying backgrounds, different goals and purposes. Its an uncomfortable flight, despite being at the height of luxury after sitting in a seat for about 15 hours; even the most luxurious flights can become uncomfortable. The aircraft's path takes it over Russia, a very sensitive country these days, especially for an American flight. Everything seems fine for an hour or so in Soviet airspace. Then...
BOOSH!!!!!!
The wing flies from the machine in a fiery ball of rage and the plane plummets, the pilots fighting for control of it. The metal bird smashes into ground, stranding its passengers deep in Siberia. And in the foothills above the crash site, headlights can be seen weaving their way down to the downed plane, their intentions unknown...
I gave R a tattoo because that seems like something he would do.
Okay,@Inlaa R's opinion is up and I also added a written desc to my CS.
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