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Excellent! The story doesn't even try to get you to keep reading, and it does. You want to know what will happen to these bunch of drunk bastards because nothing that involves drunk bastards ends good. And the shirtless dude? I just expected him to be just a background character, but he suddenly became the center of the story. Like I said in my prevous critics, I always like a good WTF moment in a casual story.

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As far as I know, only José Saramago puts dialogue between the narration, and he still separates them with commas, but you slipped past that.
It's great for a casual read, Didn't feel that much athmosphere but it works.
A subtle WTF moment to end the story worked excellent. It made me satisfied. Continuing this story would ruin it.

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Nice try for starting something big. Right concept, bad implementation.
For starters,Chapter One is not the right title to the script. Prelude always works with these ones. You get bored reading it and the boredom makes you lose grip of the plot.

♠♠♠♠♠ out of 10♠

Episode 18 - Boot Camp, Part 1

We kept on rolling and trying to advance through the decayed French highway. The sunset was relaxing and kept me from thinking everything we were doing was in vain. I tried to keep my mind from those thoughts and focused on the scenery; so many wildlife galloping, running and crawling on the sideroad through the plains.

Suddenly Joelle stopped the van, Slint and I followed. She took the gas keg, and poured its contents in the tank.
-That's the last keg. We need to get to a city to refill. Now.- She said in a serious manner.
Noaxis checked the surroundings and noticed a roadsign, so she read it out loud -Béziers | 50. That means a city is nearby. Let's keep going.-

We quickly got on out vehicles and kept forward. We reached Béziers at midnight. We could not see clearly under the moonlight, so we parked behind some houses, put up the tent, and slept there. I needed that sleep after the I-don't-know-how-many-hours drive.

I woke up with a plasma spear pointed towards my forehead. My blurry vision let me see a lone Fonias ready to shoot; just before I could react, my sword went through his neck from behind. I rolled to a side so the corpse wouldn't fall on me.
Noaxis stood behind, with my sword in both hands and still on her pajamas, and fired her daily morning question. -Why the fuck do you leave your stuff away from you? I barely got your sword to kill this and other one outside!- I peeped outside the tent to see another beheaded Fonias.
I got up and put on my clothes. We disarmed the tent and stored it on Slint's backpack. We ate breakfast and decided to take a walk around the city... or the remains of it, as it was run down to ashes.

Just a few trading stands, selling ammo and clothing, but nothing else nearby, so we kept on walking. And then we saw a university campus, we couldn't see how it was named because the sign had so many bullet holes it ended up like Gruyere cheese. It was very well guarded by military men and women with makeshift guns; we walked to one of them and asked for any spare gas.

-Look, no free anything around here unless you can pay for it. But... We can make an exception in exchange for a favor.- He responded, in a thick English accent.
Towel had no time for that. -Cut the bullshit. What do you want?-
-We need instructors for the teens here to teach them how to fend for themselves, and by first glance, you look like you can seriously kick some butt- the guard replied.
He showed us a map of the campus he had drawn vaguely in a piece of paper.
-The Dean's office is in building A. Go left after you see the white fountain and keep straight. Third door to your right.- The guard explained the directions.

And so we followed his directions. We looked around as we walked to the Dean's office: Both adults and adolescents everywhere crafting either clothes, accessories or ammo for their weapons; Noaxis strayed away to get some shells for our shotguns, since we were running low on that kind of ammunition.

We reached the office and entered.
-My men told me Americans were coming this way to check on the instructor issue...-. The dean said in a high-pitched voice with her sitting towards her window.
-Please tell me you have some skill to offer to our students...-. She turned her chair around...

We saw a freaking 11-year old girl with a ponytail and a secretary suit sitting before us!
-What the fucking hell is wrong with these guys around here?! Why is some idiot's daughter sitting on the dean's chair?!- As soon as Slint said that, the little girl already was over the desk and having a Tomcat next to his cheek.
-It's Dean Elena Parker for you, dickwad.-. She put down the gun and started talking again -Back to the topic, what we need right now is someone who instructs them into defending and shooting a gun. Please, stay as much time as you need.-.

We went back to our parking site, and took our vehicles into the campus. Dean Parker was waiting for us at the parking lot -We have arranged a room for you five, it's in building F-. She then showed us the point on our map. As we walked to our dormitory, many bonfires lighted our way with teens singing around them.
Towel then said -Hey. How about we screw the mothership and we stay here forever? They got everything to prosper, we can take advantage of that and live happily here.-
-I made more than a mission briefing back at Glenside; I made a promise to Wade. I'm not staying here- I then said, my eye fixed forward.

Next day, we were sent to different places in the campus to serve as the Fonias-killing teachers. I was sent to the college gym, where a shooting compound was constructed. I stood in front of more than forty-five of 14-to-17-year old teenagers.
-Who here has fired a gun before?- I fired my first question, without even presenting myself. Almost everyone raised their hand.
-Ok. Keep them raised. Who here can say they have experience firing one?- More than a few put down their hands.
-All right. Who here has killed a Fonias before, with a gun?- A few others put their hands down.
-Good. Last question... Who here has killed another human being before?- Everyone else put their hands down except for a couple of girls who raised them again.

I stood motionless in front of them and resumed my speech -Ok. You can call me "8". Don't even think about asking me my real name. That will prevent me from trusting you. I was part of...-
My speech explaining my background continued for a few minutes before starting with the real class. -I'll need some guys with expierence here to teach the untrained ones how to handle and fire a gun. The rest, follow me.- The class I'd be training was reduced to a mere 26.

The class and I spent the entire morning with guns on our hands. I taught them how to clean and dismount a pistol, how to craft add-ons for rifles and once the class was finished, I told them a few past stories when the NG HQ still existed.

My team ended its day exhausted. Back at our room we talked about our classes:
-I taught those twats how to be a nuclear-powered badass motherfucker!- Slint started showing off and exaggerating the fact that he simply taught them nuclear physics.
-I taught them how to make a fishing rod, and also fishing.- Noaxis resumed the talk.
-I was stuck teaching a bunch of potheads first aid techniques. I hate pot- Joelle talked with an angry tone.
-Me? I... had to learn to craft buckshot. Even though I had to teach that.- Poor Towel...
-They still haven't given us gas. Does that mean we have to stay a bit more?- Noaxis said, uneasy.
-Doesn't matter now. Let's sleep.- I told her.

My sight was fixed on the ceiling, thinking about what Towel said yesterday. What if we dump the mission and we stay here on this place, peacefully? We had everything, and I chose to turn my back on that for the sake of destroying the mothership.
Did I make the right choice?

Episode 17 - Happy Birthday!

September 25, 2019, it's good to see ZJ's smartphone still able to tell the exact date. My birthday was the next day, I'd be turning 22, but that wasn't going to relieve me in any way, since we lost McLean. I looked out the window, Towel and Joelle driving the motorcycles.

-Noaxis, can you please give me McLean's pouch?- I asked her; she quietly gave it to me; Inside was his lighter, a pan, a pot, a permanent marker, and his multi-tool. I took the marker and closed the pouch, I pulled a piece of paper from my backpack and wrote on it "Happy Birthday to me... tomorrow." and then I put it on my chest.
Noaxis stared at me and said suddenly -Oh my Gosh!!! Happy birthday, 8! I completely forgot!!-. She gave me a big hug, then we stopped so everyone could hug me.

We detoured to Leucate, a coast city. Slint stopped the van on a gas station to check if there was anything we could get. Two old men came out of the corner store, armed and ready to fire upon us. Towel was about to pull out his machete when Joelle started talking to them.
-Bonjour, nous sommes à la recherche pour les fournitures. Avoir une essence de rechange?-
One of them nodded a yes, then replied. -Mais en échange, nous voulons de l'eau. Et la nourriture.-
Joelle translated -They do have gas, but we need to give them food supplies.- I agreed. We gave them a gallon of water, fresh veggies and seeds, and little junk food we were eating. They gave us more than enough gas.
-Attention pour ceux dégoûtant extra-terrestres- said the other old man. We waved good-bye.

We stopped on a donut shop on ruins to see if I could get something for myself. We were lucky to find the ingredients to make a few for ourselves. We mixed the flour, the water, some well-preserved yeast and the eggs (Where did we found eggs? Let's say there were hens walking on the street.) We baked them and put a little sugar on top. 6 donuts just for us. We slept on the donut shop that day.

Noaxis woke me up with a nice massage on the neck
-Hey there, sweetie. Want your birthday cake?- I'll never get tired of her daily morning questions. I sitted on a chair, in front of the donuts. There was a little match stuck on one of them, Towel lighted it up. -Make a wish!- I blew the match.
-....I wish for this madness to end.-. We all took a donut and ate them calmly.

We picked up our stuff and got out of the store, and went to the beach. There was a Fonias patrol team coming directly at us. I heard a voice from Yamesu's translator -You can't be here! The martial law is still on! Go back to your home!-. They started firing their plasma spears. We started running as I lighted some Molotov.
-Guys, here. Throw them at the count of 3!- I said as I gave Towel, Slint, Joelle and Noaxis a cocktail.
-1... 2... 3!!- I shouted. We threw the cocktails at the ant-bastards. I turned around and shot them, breaking them open and setting the Fonias on fire. We stopped running to see how they burned to a crisp; I could hear nothing but screams on the translator.
-Martial Law? These bastards are messed up! Let's go kill them all!!!- Slint shouted; Towel stopped him on the spot.
-No... There are occasions where we can't help. I know you want to kill any Fonias you see, but that's something I'd call "Overkill"…-
A siren interrupted Towel's speech. People, along with more Fonias, started getting out of the buildings; the Fonias were hurting no-one, and everybody kept on doing their day, we concealed our weapons, went back to the van and bikes, and started driving slowly around the city's downtown: Women washing their clothes, markets opening, a dealer giving Krokodil to a Fonias. Leucate didn't really need us. I wondered if an alien dictatorship could really help this planet; that idea was instantly discarded by the fact Fonias killed thousands and thousands of people.

We were running short on money so I decided to sell my paintball gun; even though it wasn't much money, we had a little more to keep buying supplies. We got out of the city, hoping to see another one like that on out road, with humans and Fonias living on at least relative harmony, not slavery. Though the odds of completion were small, we still had a mission to do.

That was a nice birthday...

Episode 16 - Traitor

ZJ's dead.

That is all what we had in our heads while going back to the plane to say Saminat farewell. I wasn't even on the mood to drive my bike, so McLean mounted it. I peeked inside ZJ's backpack: There was his wallet, his smartphone with solar charger, a frag, a couple of painkillers, his knife and his MP3. I took the wallet and opened it. There was his driver's license, some money and a photo of him, happily holding a brand-new 3DS. At least we could keep a vague memory of him.

-We're here. End o' the adventure for you. Sam.- Joelle said as she stopped the van. We went down and approached the plane.
-I guess it's the last time I see you guys.- Sam told us, I saw a tiny tear rolling down his eye. -One last photo to remember? I got an instant camera on the plane.- He got inside and out quickly. We took two selfies, one for Sam, another one for us. I held high ZJ's photo so he could appear on the picture. To end it, we gave him a big hug, I hugged him last.
-Thanks so much for helping me this couple of days.- I told him.
-It wasn't any problem. I never had this level of excitement since I piloted my first plane.- He said. We gave him a last good-bye as he was climbing on the plane. We then saw the plane flying away from us. There was no going back now.
We climbed onto the van and started heading for Greece. We knew it was a very long way to go, but we had food for a couple of weeks, more than enough ammo, and many gallons of gasoline to keep on rolling many days. Noaxis then looked at an Europe map she bought.
-Going on the highway isn't the best option. We must get a boat and cross all the way to Greece. But where are we gonna get a boat?-

So we started exploring the city, looking for answers. Everyone told us there wasn't any functional boats nearby, but they knew where we could get one: Montpellier, in France. Noaxis looked again in her map -Highway E15 is our best option. Let's get going.-

Towel then said -We can just hope for the best, and since I can't ensure we're all gonna survive, I'll pray just for the end of the Fonias.-
And so our travel began. Many hours of road crossing, chatting, Fonias battling and resting; We crossed the mountains to France. We
reached Le Boulou, a small town. Now there were only ruins of a town, but there was plenty of trees and plants with edible fruits and veggies; Like I said before, Fonias respect Mother Nature.

We slept in the van under a hollow tree. We got some sleep after a troubled yesterday. 10:36 AM when I saw the clock on ZJ's smartphone. As we were eating breakfast, Slint saw something not very far from we were eating. It was a lone Fonias.
-WOO! This should open the day with style! Let me blow this fucker's head!!- Slint shouted as he was lifting up his revolver; he was aiming to his head, but suddenly...

-NO! Don't shoot! Please!!- The ant-bastard spoke!! Slint dropped his weapon. The Fonias came directly at us; we rushed to him and slammed him onto the ground. I pulled my Binary Sword.
-Please don't!! I'm not armed!! I don't even have the army's white bandana!!- He begged for his life, I put the sword against his neck.
-OK, son of a bitch, speak up! We thought Fonias couldn't speak at all!- McLean started yelling at him.
-Well, I built a translator and integrated it to my chest.- I decided it was no use to us to keep him on the ground. I let him get up.
-Start explaining. Who are you? Why are you alone?- Noaxis said her daily morning question in a serious voice.
-My name is Yamesu. I was an engineer that worked at the Fonias mothership, building tools. I betrayed them by giving information to some rebels. They pursued me and then the exile. I walk alone since 3 cycles ago. That's like 5 months for you humans. I want this apocalypse to end. I didn't want to come to this planet. What my race is doing with yours is insane, and I can't keep seeing this anymore.-.
I told him -Well you can help us. We're on our way to destroy the mothership in Greece. Tell us how to reach it-
Yamesu then said - I've got a better idea. Come to where I live. I won't tell you where the mothership is, I'll tell you where the mothership is AND I'll give you a blueprint of the mothership.-

We accepted. We climbed on the van and the bikes, Yamesu climbed over the van. We started our engines and went to Yamesu's home. It was a big, abandoned military outpost in the middle of nothing. We noticed that there were many boxes with ammo, so we took what we needed.
-OK, Yamesu. Where's the map?- Joelle said; Yamesu entered in a small tent and got out, holding the blueprint, a Fonias transmitter and his plasma spear. He then stood in front of us and aimed at Noaxis.
-You know it was a big mistake to trust me, right?-
Slint then told him -Yeah. That's why I put a little C4 on your abdomen while you weren't watching.- He pulled out the detonator and pressed the button. I heard a loud bang then I saw a big splatter of black blood coming towards me. While I was wiping the blackness out of my face, I heard Yamesu's transmitter beeping annoyingly, I shot it. I picked up the blueprint; I guess he was telling a little bit of truth, it really was the blueprint of the mothership.

We got so distracted seeing it, we forgot we needed to get outta there. A scout ship came and fired the big guns towards us. We ran as fast as we could to the van, and during the run, Joelle tripped and fell; the scout ship aimed directly at her and started firing. McLean rushed back to help her get up, but instead, he received all hostile fire for Joelle.

I ran back to Joelle to pick her up, she took McLean's pouch. Towel then unloaded his shotgun at the ship, in a desperate attempt to take the ship down. The ship then stopped firing, and a black smoke cloud appeared outta the back. I heard voices from Yamesu's translator: "You've got to be kidding me! What do you mean by general overheating?!". I guessed it was from the ship, so I decided to rip the translator from Yamesu's dead chest, I knew it could be helpful. We ran to the van and bikes and went back into the road as fast as possible.

-McLean gave his life for me... A dumb girl that tripped with who-knows-what...- Joelle whispered in shock. Towel calmed her down.
-That's right! He gave his life so you can keep living! His death wasn't your fault!- Joelle wiped her tears.
Slint and I on the bikes, and the rest on the van; another member was down, but that wasn't going to stop us from destroying the Fonias race. We were driving, sunset behind us, and the French grasslands to complete the frame. A beautiful scene to calm us down.

Episode 15 - Pamplona Gladiators, Part 4

Emmett Waylon. That was the only topic that was on my head while I was preparing to fight. They dressed me up with special sandals, iron greaves, MMA gloves and a makeshift metal body armor. But I didn't care about that. Who is this Emmett Waylon? Is he big? What are his weapons going to be?

-Listo. Haz que no te maten- Said the one who was dressing me up.
-Todavía no me dan un arma- I told the dresser, they still haven't given me a weapon.
-Oh. Perdón. Te estábamos reservando algo especial. Vuelvo en un instante.- Something special? At this kind of situation, I can't expect anything. And then he came back. I guess it WAS especially for me. It was my Binary Sword, polished and ready to destroy everything.
-Tuvimos un acuerdo. Si vas a morir, es mejor que mueras con algo que es tuyo ¿No?- I held it in my hands. I thought "I can just behead this fucker and get out of here! But... I've seen how guarded this place is. It's not a good idea."

They walked me to the exit gate that leaded directly to the arena. I then heard the announcer. -Damas y caballeros!! Ladies and gentlemen!! Welcome to the Pamplona Natural Selection. We have a fresh batch of new gladiators willing to test their strength. The victorious ones will stand among the new Pamplona Gladiators! Let's welcome the first newbie!- They opened the exit door…

-He has a cold face, only one eye, and a big sword. Shrouded in mystery, let's welcome "8"!- I walked into the arena, blood stains everywhere; the people were screaming and whistling in a frantic way. The people then shouted "Waylon!" "Waylon!" "Waylon!". That wasn't good for me.
-And to test this new guy, we have everyone's favorite executioner. Emmett Waylon! The Scared Beast!!- Another gate across the arena opened. A fat ginger man entered with a glaive and a huge shield. He had stapled on his armor pieces of skin, which probably was from his victims. I had no other option but to fight with this fatso to the death. And by the way I saw it, my odds were microscopic.

He ran directly at me, lifting his glaive up in the air. I dodged the blow right before he could hit me. He then dropped his shield, took his glaive with both hands and ran again, this time he extended his weapon so I couldn't dodge it. I blocked it with my sword, we were looking closely to each other's face. He then said with a sadistic voice -You ready to be executed?!-
I told him with a determined tone -You ready for THIS?!?!- I kicked his balls. When he dropped his guard, I took the chance to try and cut his throat. I missed, but I managed to do some damage, slashing his left arm. He did a demented scream and threw a punch; I felt that one from head to toe. I fell to the floor, seeing how Emmett held his glaive like a golf club, ready to use my head for a hole-in-one. I slipped between his legs, stood on his back, and did another slash. I really pissed him off with that one, because he did a quick swing, cutting the straps of my body armor and cutting part of my torso.

We both were damaged and bleeding. The next hour was just weapon clinging, blocking, kicking, dodging, cutting, hacking and slashing. I clearly was losing, because Emmett had all that fat, and my cuts weren't doing him real damage. Just as I thought my death was coming, I heard a gunshot, then a huge gush of blood.

The public started screaming and running away as I was recovering. I saw Emmett on the ground, with his brains sticking out of his head. I then saw up in the arena's ceiling. Noaxis! It was her! But my joy didn't last long. Both arena guards and Fonias entered right out to kill me. I then saw ZJ coming, shooting everything with his shotgun. -8! Catch!- he shouted as he threw me Falcon.
I catched it, and started unloading the mag to the ant-bastards. -I'm really glad to see you again, guys!- I told ZJ, he interrupted me.
-Yeah, yeah. C'mon! Shoot some bullets, will you?- He gave me another mag. -Follow me. We need to release the slaves.- ZJ shouted as we entered through a door.
After a couple of minutes cutting through the alleys, we made it to the slave den. While we were opening the cells, I remembered something. -ZJ. I need to grab something from the storage room.- I then ran to that place where my trenchcoat was. It took me quite the time, but I found it on a corner. I put it on and I rushed back to the cells...

ZJ was on the floor, bleeding. A shiv was stuck right on his stomach.
-Crap! ZJ!! C'mon, don't die on me!- I quickly lifted him up.
-A crazy slave was hiding a shiv in his hand. He stabbed me, thinking I was a guard. He's now dead... I'm dying, man...-
-No! You're not dying here! C'mon!- I put his arm on my neck and tried to walk him.
A bunch of Fonias blocked the path when we were almost outside. -8... Go on without me... Here... my backpack...- He gave me his bag. -Go...! There’s another exit path!- he said as he pointed another gate behind me. I ran as I saw how ZJ unloaded his FAMAS with the Fonias. The last thing I heard was a plasma shot and a big thud.

I was now outside. People running and screaming everywhere. Between all the chaos, my bike was there. And I heard a voice from the radio.
-8! can you hear me?- It was Slint. I quickly answered.
-Guys! I'm so glad you found me! Where are you?!-
I heard Joelle replying -We're outside the city! Hurry before the doors close! We left you something inside the bag strapped on the bike.- I'd check the bag later. I had a deadline.
I quickly started the engine, then pulled out Falcon to clear the way. I saw a ramp that headed over some houses. I accelerated and drived directly to the ramp. I quickly made it to the doors. I got out of there. There was a van in the middle of the highway. It was the team. They were waiting for me.

-8! You made it! It's all over!- Towel yelled, then they all ran at me, and gave me a big hug.
-Wait a minute... Where's ZJ?- Noaxis said, ruining the joy.
-He didn't make it. He made a sacrifice so I could get outta there...- I said. I then remembered the bag on the bike. It was my patch. I put it on. -This is not staying like this. We're ending this once and for all. WE WILL DESTROY THE MOTHERSHIP!!!!!!!!- I shouted in rage. They all shouted with me.
We went back to the hostel to rest. Tomorrow we'd check out, and then we'd start our trip to destroy the Fonias. Not forgetting to help people on the way.

Episode 14 - Pamplona Gladiators, Part 3

(The following events are parallel with part 2)

I couldn't see anything with my head inside the sack; there wasn't any way I could take off the tape from my hands; inside the trailer was very hot and I was sweating a lot. I wasn't alone in that trailer, though. I heard a voice; He started to talk, in a marked Italian accent -Hey. Are you okay?- That was a big thud when they threw you. My name is Luciano. Yours?-

It took me some time to find out where that voice came from. -I... don't like to be called by my name. Just call me 8-. I then heard there were more people there in the trailer. We all started telling stories about our lives to kill time. Then it was my turn to tell another story. And I had the perfect one: How I reached the NG HQ...

“When the Fonias started the invasion, America took a little longer to get invaded. When it did, USA wasn't the first to get the Fonias' visit, it was Mexico. Cd. Juárez, just next to El Paso, Was the third big city that fell under the bastards' control. My parents, my brother, sister and I stayed in our house, defending it. And then it happened. Since we fended off some scout teams for a few months, they came back reinforced; my brother got shot in the head and died instantly, they grabbed the rest of my family. I tried my best to kill them, and then one of them slammed me against the wall, fainting me. When I woke up, my family was taken to the slave den, and my bro's corpse was no more. That's when I heard the distress signal from Wade for the first time from our radio. I took my departed uncle's trenchcoat, my lucky shoes, supplies and walked to El Paso. It was already the post-apocalypse, so many places were transformed into marketplaces. I went to an Academy sportstore, transformed into a market, looking for weapons. I bought an old sword and mouser pistols that were on sale. I then saw a bike in the parking lot with the keys on it. I decided to steal it. On my road, a Fonias platoon took me by surprise, and one of them slammed his spear in my right eye. When I killed them all, I made a makeshift patch then continued my travel. The day I arrived, it was raining...”

We heard how the truck stopped. We were dropped in a slave den. They took the sack off my head. They took my trenchcoat, my shoes and my shirt, and gave me a bandage for me to use as a patch; When I wrapped it on my head, I saw how he took all of our clothes to a storage room. At least they didn't burn it.
Then, they walked us to the House, where all the gladiators trained. Luciano and I stood in the middle of the open patio. It was a dry grass-covered floor with a few trees which had lots of cuts due to the swords, all of this surrounded by 4 large stone walls; there were 12 other people, all with tons of scars, cuts and other injuries, torn pants, and no shirt.

-Men, look! We have some fresh meat here!- said one of the big guys. Everyone laughed; I could never develop arm muscle, and I was in tank top, so I felt embarrassed. I then heard a large hit in one of the walls. It was the one they called "Warden". He had a taser in his hand, he was 50-something, and had a prosthetic foot, he also was tall as hell. All of the gladiators stood in a line, leaving the new ones, including me, confused.

-I can now see the novices. 6 pieces of human flesh for the arena! And look at this. One of them has only one eye!- Warden said as he pointed at me.
Warden then told the gladiators -OK, idiots. You know the drill. Pick a novice to be his trainer. Please, don't kill him. I want bodies that still move here.- They all picked their new trainee, but they ignored me. As I thought I was going to be training alone, a small guy, with some tan skin, bald, black eyes, a beard and massive pecs came to me.
-Hello, I'm Marcos. What's your name?-
-Just call me 8.- I replied.
Marcos then said. -OK, "8". Let's get started. Since they threw you here. You may have some warrior abilities. Am I right?-
I then responded -Well. I can handle a longsword fairly. You have something like that here?-
-We do. Warden! A longsword, please!- Marcos shouted.
Then some guy brought a bokken. It wasn't what I'm used to handle, but it was okay; Marcos went for a wooden lance.
-This is what I use in the battlefield. Let me see your skills.-

I thought how I could be able to kill so many Fonias before, because those moments I was being humiliated by Marcos. Every slash I threw, he swiftly blocked it, then hit me back with an incredible force.
When the barrage stopped, he lifted me up, and said in a calm voice -You need more technique. Online Kendo classes don't help very much.-
And I passed that night training with Marcos, learning how to hold the sword, how to do a proper hit and a nice cut, perfecting my skills. When I went to sleep. I felt like a new man, ready to take on anything they could throw at me.

5:43 AM. The clock on the House marked that when they woke us up. Warden put us all in a line then started talking -OK. You know here in Pamplona, we hold the Pamplona Draft to see if there's some potential in you. I'll pass the paper to show how the program will be.- Then he passed us the brochure; I was the opening fight!!! I was the first one who was going to risk his life against who-knows!
-Don't worry, 8. With your knowledge, plus what I already taught you, you'll make it. I believe in you.- Marcos said to me. We went for breakfast. After I ate, I trained a little more before the fight.

10:04 AM. Time to go. They tied us up with chains, and walked us to the arena. My destiny awaited me beyond that wall and into a large blood-covered floor. I only knew my opponent's name, Emmett Waylon. That wasn't any help. I could only hope for the best. Live or die, two options you don't want at any time. But you must face it someday. That day for me was today. I walked inside the prep room...

Episode 13 - Pamplona Gladiators, Part 2

I pulled out my Colt, and I started shooting at the wheels; the bullets bounced off. Those tires were thick. The rest of the team and I stared at the truck that was taking 8 away from us. We couldn't do anything about it.
-So we're just gonna stand here and let those sons of a bitch take him away?- McLean shoved me and made me look into his eyes.
-If we try to rescue him, that's only gonna get us killed. It's better to go back to the hostel and make a proper plan.- I said while taking his hands off my shoulders.

We all went inside the van. Saminat took the keys and started the engine. There was an absolute silence.
ZJ broke the ice -I cannot believe this just happened. 8 was kidnapped in front of us and we just let it go.-
Joelle said after him -I just can hope he finds a way to survive. I’ve never seen him alone this way... So close to death...-
-We must not let this kind of thing get into our heads and incapacitate us. Let's reach the city and then make a plan.- Towel finished the conversation.

Sam suddenly stepped on the brake pedal. Slint made a large thud in the co-pilot's seat.
-Dude! What the fuck?! Did you see fuckin' Bruce Lee or what?!-
Sam stuttered -G-G-Guys... Th-The road's blocked.- then he pointed to the horizon. A large Fonias scout ship parked in the middle of the highway, with a recon team around, repairing it.
-I we get any closer, we're toast.- McLean said, his eyes fixed on the ship.
-I'm not gonna wait for them to leave. 1 second we waste here, 1 second less for 8.- I said. I opened the door, grabbed my Barrett, stood on the road, then looked through the scope; crosshair on the one bastard repairing.
I pulled the trigger. The repair dude's head exploded, leaving a black-tainted body; his comrades stood in shock, then looked around everywhere trying to find where the shot came from. Then one of them pointed at me. I quickly made a hole in his chest. I went back to the van.
-C'mon, Sam! Floor it!-. The van burnt the wheels then accelerated. Two Fonias stood in front of the van then aimed. Joelle pointed out her Glock and eliminated them; the van made a large shaking as we passed over the dead bodies, but we made it to Barcelona.

-We have no idea how we're going to do this. We don't even know where's the arena or if it's guarded of if the city is under invasion or anything!- Towel said while walking in circles around the room. I stood up, and then looked at 8's backpack; it was lucky for me to him to drop it. I started to look inside, to see if I had any luck finding anything that could be useful for this situation; and then a piece of paper appeared. It was a blueprint of a Fonias arena, followed by a note:

I'm just thankful Wade gave me this blueprint in case someone was kidnapped into an arena. Maybe for practical purposes, maybe for tradition, maybe just because, every single Fonias gladiator arena is exactly the same. The same doors, benches, and cellars are in the same place, even the guarding stays in the same formation. This will be more than enough to know how to escape.

My eyes brightened with hope. -Guys! look at this! It's an arena blueprint! We now have clues of where he is!-. I put the blueprint over the table and we all stood around in a circle.
Slint jumped happily -By the Pussy Gods! We can rescue 8 now! Let's go blow some dicks!-
-No. We still don't know how the city is structured.- Sam said and made Slint stop bouncing.
-Let's just go get some recon on Pamplona. We'll do it overnight so we don't raise any awareness.- ZJ settled to the team. Everyone agreed.

We took precautions. We took the plates off the van, then looked for something to re-paint it. Luckily, we found a car workshop who did a nice paint job to the van. We paid the change, took the van, went back to the plane, took both bikes and started the mission.

We reached Pamplona. It definitely was dominated by Fonias as soon as we looked at the tall Fonias alloy wall around.
ZJ looked at his wristwatch -1:27 AM. What a nice time to visit. Right?- We started to look around to see if it was any crack or secret ladder we could climb on.
Joelle shouted after a little while -I found something! A rope!-. We ran to her; there was a long rope that prolonged all its way to the top.
-I'll climb- Towel said.
-Wait! Here. Take a photo if you can.- ZJ told him as he pulled out his smartphone. Towel released a big sigh, climbed up, took photos, then went down.
-*pant* *pant* I *pant* made it. *pant* The arena is near the wall. *pant* The slave den is near it. *pant*- What do we do? *pant*-
I took ZJ's phone, then look at what Towel photographed. We made a plan. Slint called it 'Operation: MadSc8pe':

‘As soon as the wall is opened, we enter as merchants offering the bikes, We'd see if 8 fights that day; if not, we stay in the city. When 8 fights, we'll conceal his guns and take them to him as soon as he is in trouble or he wins. Then we release the slaves and use them as a distraction to escape silently.’

Everything was made. We put up tents, and slept next to the city. Luckily there weren't any ant-bastards.
6:40 AM. The walls opened. It was time to Put MadSc8pe into action. We entered the city and went to the arena.
-Noaxis. Are you sure this plan will work?- Sam said to me.

-It has to.-

Episode 12 - Pamplona Gladiators, Part 1

Still naked. Noaxis by my side. Saminat taking a photo. What a nice way to start my first day in Europe.

-So, 8... Enjoyed last night's game?- It seems that Noaxis has the urge to fire her daily morning question, regardless of the place or outcome she is in. I stood up, put on my underwear, then looked in the mini fridge for something to eat.
We all went down the plane. Barcelona was huge! I could see the walls that protected the city that were very far away. Everything was very well guarded, the city was almost intact and the houses and buildings were all in an ideal state to still live.

-Well, we're no longer Mad Ops, there's no more Newgrounds. So I guess we can now use our real names. Right?- Towel said while looking around him.
Joelle disproved him -The way I see it, I propose we still use our usernames, for covering our real identities.- We started walking around, looking for a place to buy food and water. We reached a nearby marketplace in a shopping district that was like the produce section in a supermarket; fresh fruit and veggies in every stand; there were also some stands that were selling ammo, clothes and water.
-Well. I guess I'll stick with you a little more, then I'll return to USA- Saminat told me, admiring the scene.

-¡Pasen! ¡Pasen! ¡Plátanos frescos!-
-Nada melhor do que os nossos próprios morangos! Passar!-
-Le meilleur vin à Barcelone! Venez essayer!-
Vendors speaking in all languages yelling their products, they all came to a different country to survive to those ant-bastards. When humanity is at a turning point, I like how we use all our destructive force to do something we should do everyday: Defend this planet.
-Guys, look! A hostel! We can get some shelter there!- ZJ pointed at a big stone building, there was also a big sign.
-"Casa de Huéspedes / Hostel". ZJ's right. Let's go.- I told the group.

After buying some stuff we needed, we went inside to get a room to sleep (even if it was awesome, I wasn't going to sleep in the plane again). The lobby didn't have much ornament. There were just some chairs, the walls painted brown with an old photo, and the receptionist was sitting behind a small desk. We paid the stay, McLean took the keys and went upstairs. The receptionist told us Room 513 was ours. We climbed the stairs to the 5th floor, then went across the corridor to get to room 513. We went inside. After a long time sleeping in cots, and on the floor, I was happy to see a bed again: 2 bunk beds in a small room with 5 inflatable beds scattered.
–Dibs on top!- I shouted immediately. I put my backpack on one of the top, and took the opportunity to reload my guns and make some more Molotov's.

-Hey, idiots. You really need to see this panicked sucker.- Slint told us while looking outside the window.
We all walked to him; there was a woman crying and screaming for help. We walked down the stairs and met with her.
-¡Ayúdenme, por favor! ¡Se han llevado a mi hermano a Pamplona! ¡Lo van a hacer pelear como gladiador y él es muy débil!-
-Joelle, please tell me what this human fountain is saying please.- McLean said in an irritated tone.
Joelle translated -Somebody took her brother to Pamplona to fight in the arena. She needs to rescue him. How about we do it?-. We looked at each other, and agreed. She took us to her van, and headed directly to a highway.

To entertain ourselves, ZJ told his story of how he reached the HQ, I helped translating:

“Cincinnati, Ohio. Not the type of city in which the reputation helps. When the Fonias attacked, they built an enormous wall around it, and made a small arena. I did my best to survive volunteering as a server in a shelter, giving food to those in need. And so it happened like that for a few weeks. When I was exploring the city looking for supplies, I saw 3 assailants robbing an old man. I pulled out a shiv I made to defend myself, struck it in one sucker's knee, took his shotgun, then shot the other ones. One of them dropped a key and a piece of paper holding an address. I went to that place overnight and found a garage with lots of supplies, explosives and some weapons; and there it was. A beautifully waxed and completely functional Mitsubishi Eclipse 1999 in bloody red. I turned on the radio and heard the distress signal from Wade. I took everything I needed, started the engine and headed for the city's entrance. For my luck, the Fonias opened the doors to enter supplies, and I escaped. When I was running outta juice, I could always steal gas from the stranded cars on the road. When I almost reached Glenside, I found a guy who wanted a ride. We found out we were going to the same place.”

On half-road, the woman stopped the van, blew a whistle and did a signal. 70 men came out of nowhere to abduct us. It was a trap. Slint beheaded the bitch, but we were surrounded. They pulled me outta the van, and I dropped almost all my stuff; I just had my Binary Sword, but they took it; they put a sack on my head, taped my hands, released my patch, and climbed me on a truck. The group was too busy killing the other guys to help me.

I couldn't see anything. I didn't know what time it was. All I knew...

I was heading for Pamplona, to fight for my life.

I needed to win. I needed to return to my group.

Episode 11 - Dogfight

I finally managed to get at least 3 hours of sleep after everything that happened today. Seeing Wade die in front of us... He was our mentor, our best friend, almost our father. And now we've lost him, along with the NG HQ. Now we've made him a promise: Destroy the Fonias once and for all.
7:07 AM. Saminat entered the room and woke us up for breakfast.
-C'mon, guys. Time to prepare for the flight of your life!- I saw Towel with his hand inside his pants. I woke up the team and I got dressed.

Breakfast was a little plain: Eggs and waffles, some milk and coffee. Krinkels was going to end my rum's life.
-Hey! I too need alcohol, and you're drinking it all!- I said as I snatched my hip bottle from his hand; Noaxis fired her daily morning question.
-In which plane are we going? I don't quite like heights and close spaces-
Sam swallowed his food and answered her question -Don't worry about that. The plane we're flying has enough space for us, but small enough for us to pass unseen.-

He showed us the plane at the airfield: A nice, gray painted, big-ass plane.
-Is this your definition of 'small enough'? Now you just need a sign that says "Free slaves for the Fonias Here"!- Slint didn't like very much the plane. ZJ disagreed.
-Nah. I think it's small enough. Is that a cargo hatch?-
-Yea. Kind of a garage. I can only fit small stuff like motorcycles.- Sam responded. Then I deduced we could carry both my bike and Slint's.
We packed everything and prepared to leave this continent. We stored it all inside the plane, Sam helped us put the bikes inside the garage and turned the plane on.
-This plane is old, so we need a few minutes to fly with the max efficiency- Sam told us as he was climbing down the cockpit. -So, if you forgot something or you need to do anything before we leave, it's now or never.-

I remembered something I couldn't live without it. I ran directly to the room and grabbed a frame from the drawer: A family photo, my family; there was me, my younger sister, both of my parents, and my older brother. The Fonias took them away from me, and it's time to take it back.
I heard a toilet flushing. It was Cheshyre, he was still in underwear.
-What? you're not coming with us?-
He replied -You think that? Dude, we have our families here! We can't just abandon them! You're going alone this time. And this is maybe the last time we see you.- I gave him a big hug.
-Thanks for everything, Sean.-
I also gave Krinkels a hug before climbing inside, I told the group to do the same. We climbed into the plane, saying one last goodbye.

We saw the inside of the plane.
McLean told Joelle -Well, Joelle, I think you don't need to worry about the close space.-
Noaxis bonked him. –I was the one with the plane issues, asshole.-
The indoors were huge: It was a commercial passenger plane with 2 rows of seats along the sides of the plane; in fact, there were also a third one in the middle, but it was removed, leaving a large open space; there was also a large ceiling and 2 restrooms, a coffee machine, a microwave and a mini fridge with MREs, water and dark beer.
-Shit, Sam! this thing is huge! How the hell do you keep it in optimal condition?- Noaxis was surprised. A lot.
-Just hard work. M'lady. Now, let's take a seat. The time has come.-

We sat on, put on the seatbelt, and then the plane started trembling while advancing. The plane lifted up in the air, and we had a lot of turbulence. And so it happened for 3 minutes; then the plane stopped having an earthquake.
We heard Sam's voice from the speakers -OK, guys, you can take your seatbelt off, be free to do anything here unless it bothers me or ignites the plane.-
Slint went right to the fridge to get some beer for everyone while Towel was putting a table in the middle. Sam told us there was a Blu-Ray player in the front with a small TV. We saw the movie collection: Some horror movies, MLP 3rd season, and lots of gory gun-spitting movies; after a long debate, we decided to watch 'Dredd' I could never get the chance to watch it before.

We felt a hard hit from behind.
Sam yelled from the cockpit -Shit! Just as I expected! The ant-bastards are behind us!!- The shots were shaking the plane like crazy, Slint tried his best not to spill his drink. -Guys! Put your seatbelts on! this' gonna get rough!-.
We ran back to our seats and put on the seatbelt. I looked outside from the window; the Fonias' individual ships look like the Reavers from Gears of War. As soon as I saw it, it rammed us hard.
-8, to the cockpit. Now!- Sam yelled.
-If we keep taking hits like this, we will fall from the sky in a matter of seconds.- Sam started talking to me.
I said in a frightened tone -But what do we do about that?-
-I can shoot the ones in front of me, but behind I need a gunner. There's a gunner seat in the back of the plane, you can access it through the blue door at the end of the alley. Here's the key.- Sam explained as he gave me a silver key.
I went back to open it. There was a LMG sitting in a tripod and a chair with a seatbelt behind it. There was a hatch that could be opened. With only one eye, I wasn't going to get a nice aim.
-Noaxis! Over here!- She came to me as soon as possible. -Please tell me you can do this-
-Don't worry, 8. Leave it to me.-
I opened the hatch and she started shooting the Reavers behind us; there were like 6 of them; I tried helping her as much as I could with Drake.
After 2 hours, lots of loops, evasive maneuvers, and ZJ vomiting, we could finally get rid of them.
Sam checked his map -we're back en-route. We'll reach Spain in a few hours.-
Nighttime fell onto us. Sam was still piloting the plane with a mug of coffee near him. With the rest of the team asleep, it was only Noaxis and I.

We went back to the gunner's seat, I took her clothes, untied her bra, and let down her hair; she pulled my pants down, ripped my shirt off and took my bandana, then she pulled out a condom. In a few minutes, we were having intense, closed-spaced sex. I almost pulled the LMG's trigger. I never had that level of ecstasy in my life.

We landed in Barcelona. For our surprise, it was very well guarded and no Fonias were nearby. We slept in the plane. I was naked and I had Noaxis by my side.
We were now by the door to our biggest adventure ever. Because tomorrow started the last days for the Fonias.

Episode 10 - It's all gone...

Prime-quality weed, new friends and a potential ally. Leaving the drugs aside, those people were good people. But now that wasn't such a good topic to talk at that moment; A Fonias scout team was behind us.

We were driving outta New Jersey like a Jew with a coupon, and they were getting on our feet. I tried my best to shoot them off, but is difficult to fire an automatic pistol while driving a motorcycle. -Engendro del Averno! Since when these bastards know how to drive?!- They were on a truck and one was on the wheel. Joelle threw me a frag from ZJ's car, I pulled the pin, then threw it at the wheels. The truck flipped and blew up in pieces -We made it, now let's get back to the HQ and get something to eat.- Towel said as he was looking at the explosion.

It took some time but we made it back to the HQ. We weren't prepared for what we saw.

The HQ was run down to ashes. The place was completely demolished and some stuff was still on fire. We went down our vehicles as fast as we could to move the rubbish; the hot bricks were burning my hands, but I didn't stop moving them, I had to find someone still living.
-Guys!! Over here!!- McLean yelled as he moved a pole. It was Wade. He was agonizing and his life was slipping out of his body. He had a rebar stuck in his lung.
-Guys... I'm glad you're still alive... I don't... Have much time... to tell you.-
-C'mon, Wade! Stay with me! You're not turning a corpse on us now! Please!- Noaxis was trying her best to keeping him alive.
-Is too late... for me... The Fonias came... they were tons of them... They trashed the place... I managed to get your... stuff safe with Ericho *Cough* *cough* *hack*- He was coughing out blood, Slint was crying for the first time.
-Please, Wade!! Don't do this to us!! Fuck!!! Don't die!! You haven't licked enough pussy!!-
Wade looked at the sky and said his last words -Mad Ops... I... Have one last mission for you *cough*... Go to Greece... Destroy the Fonias mothership... Save humanity... Take the Earth back...!- He closed his eyes and let out a big sigh. Wade was no longer with us. Joelle couldn't stop sobbing.

We sat in a circle around his body, crying and praying for his soul. At that time, Ericho arrived with his RV, Krinkels and Cheshyre were with him. -I came back as soon as possible. Climb onto your cars. We're moving out.-
We followed Ericho through an unknown route, we were using the radios to talk. Krinkels started.
-Ericho told us what happened there. Shit. I guess you could save neither Wade nor anyone buried under the rubbish-
Then Cheshyre took the word -He sent Ericho to tell you how to get to Greece: We have a friend who also moved here due to Wade's signal. He has an airfield at Fort Hancock in Sandy Hook Bay. He'll fly you to Europe.-
ZJ was wondering -This is something colossal. How the fuck are we gonna destroy the Fonias mothership or whatever's in Greece? We don't even know where to start!-
Joelle followed -Let's just focus on reaching Hancock alive. According to this map, it's very far away.-

Good ol' 4 hours passed before reaching the fort. It had some heavy military protection. A guard let us in. We drived a few more kilometers until we saw the airfield. Cheshyre was looking around.
-Small, but still functional, I just hope Sam has put gas to the big one.- We went down our vehicles. A young man appeared: He was a little older than me, he had a pilot helmet and goggles, so I couldn't see his face clearly; what I did see was a beat-up MLP t-shirt under a brown coat.

Krinkels ran to him. -Saminat! freakin' brony! Can you do us a favor?-
-How many times have I told you to neither call me by my username nor calling me "brony". I have a reputation to maintain here.-
Slint walked to him while saying -How do you want to mantain a reputation when you have fucking Pinkie Pie on your chest?- Towel laughed very hard at that.
-What? You here to mock me or you really need something to do with me?- Sam was really pissed.
-We need you to fly us to Greece. We have one last job to do for Wade- I replied.
Sam looked at us then told me -So you're 8madness, the leader of Mad Ops. Matt told me about all of you. Of course I'll take you there. But first some sleep, it's already nighttime.-

The guards took us to the barracks. We entered to the guest room: a kinda large room with a closet and 10 cots perfectly aligned. I picked the one next to the door, just to protect the team.

I was up the entire night. All of this was disintegrating my nerves, but I knew I'd have to take these risks of losing everything in the blink of an eye. Tomorrow I'd be flying to another continent to end all this madness, unprepared and with no hopes, but I had to do it. For the team, for Wade, for humanity.

But mostly, for my brother.

Episode 9 - Crack like it's candy!

I woke up nice and calmly in my bed. I looked around, the sun was shining brightly, and I suspected I woke up late because every Newgrounder was up already. I saw my alarm clock, 11:31! I've never slept that much! Then Noaxis saw me, and walked to me, daily morning question loaded up.
-You OK, 8? Wade told us not to bother you because of what happened yesterday with Aryf. He also turned off your alarm.-
-Thanks. Guess I really needed that sleep. I'm more than relaxed.- I said to her while putting on my patch.
She already brought me breakfast, so I couldn't decline her offer. Wade looked at me with a serious face then walked to me. He offered me some Lambrusco, I accepted.
-Did you sleep well? I think you really needed it after yesterday's... incident. So I tried to look for a lighter mission for you today so you can rest your nerves.-
Towel was hearing the conversation, so he said -So... Did you found one?-
Wade looked at him and said -In fact, yes. A high school campus in New Jersey Has served as a shelter for many students whose parents have been taken by the Fonias. They asked us for food and Water, and we have more than enough. Your mission is to take it with them and stand guard for the rest of the day. Like it?-

We stuffed the supplies in ZJ's car, we started our engines and went straight to the coordinates told.
New Jersey was the door to New York, which has transformed into a new Rome with arenas and an enormous slave den. In New Jersey there were only markets and shelters. We reached the school; It was real trashed and run down, but we could see a lot of adolescents as soon as we entered the place.
Joelle pointed at a dark room and started saying quietly -Is that a freakin' meth lab? 8... You sure this is the school we have to guard?-
-I've never did drugs and I'm not starting today. Let's get outta here.- McLean followed the silent conversation.

We soon went to the Gym: Lots of cots aligned in rows, and at the end of the court, there was a desk; a mexican dude in tank top, with cocaine lines in a shard of glass and weed bricks around him. It wasn't a good idea to come. This was also ironically stereotypical, which I didn't like.
-¡Buenas tardes, mis estimados invitados! ¡Mi nombre es Ignacio Chacón! ¡Bienvenidos al mejor laboratorio de metas de Nueva Jersey!- He was clearly happy to see us.
Slint whispered -8, Joelle. What is this mustached pothead saying? I'm shitting my pants right now.-
-He's just welcoming us, Slint. Please don't panic.- I told him.
Ignacio stood up, grabbed a weed brick and started talking -Un tal Wade me dijo que iban a traer comida y agua para mis muchachos. De no ser así, les crearé un nuevo ano a todos ustedes, hijos de la chingada.-
Joelle translated -He says we better have brought the supplies or else we're fucked. Literally.- .
We showed him the supplies and put them in front of him; I kinda suspected this was like in the movies, if you gain a drug dealer's trust, he'll respect you... I was right. He gave us a hug to everyone and we continued the day like nothing happened.They didn't even offer us drugs.

That night, I talked with Ignacio -Para qué mantienes este sitio? Con la humanidad esclavizada, no tienes el dinero suficiente para conservar este lugar.-
-Aquí entre nos, los Foniás también se drogan. Para ellos son como dulces gourmet, así que me perdonan la vida a cambio de abastecerlos.- The ant-bastards eat crack like it's candy! I didn't know that! I guess it wasn't such a bad idea after all to come here.
-Oye. Mañana vendrán más de esos cabrones por más caramelos, pero los vamos a sorprender y vamos a hacer que se los lleve la ñonga. Esa es la verdadera razón por la que Wade los trajo aquí.- A pre-planned ambush for the Fonias. This isn't what Wade told me... It was a million times better!

-So let me get this straight: For the Fonias, drugs are candy, and this meth lab is their Wonka's Chocolate Factory. When an alien squad comes to get their ration, we kick their asses. If you weren't our leader, I would have made this place blow up already.- ZJ reviewed the plan.
-Basically like that. Now, just listen to Ignacio's order and everything will be fine. The squad is heavily armored.- I said.

Next morning, the Fonias came. 40 of those bastards just to pick up candy? That’s messed up. The ambush started. The idiots stepped on the Bouncing Betties, and put crimson holes in the first Fonias. A smoke bomb detonated.
-Órale, putos!! Jódanse a todos!!!- Ignacio yelled, a Deagle in his hand.
-That's the signal! Charge!!!!!!- Towel screamed. Nothing more relaxing than a good ol' killing spree.
ZJ started the massacre with a FAMAS brand bullet rain while he was rappelling from the ceiling; Towel sneaked under a Fonias then started shooting at his abdomen, which was really funny to watch; Joelle started stabbing with her bayonet Fonias after Fonias While yelling -Die, Bastard! Muere, imbécil! تموت، أنت معتوه! Die, crétin! 死了,你个笨蛋!; Slint Was juggling his revolvers while shooting with them (how?!?!); McLean brandished his katana and started making ninja noises while slicing everything; Noaxis unfolded her knife, pulled out her Colt and killed a few silently; I pulled out Drake and Falcon, stood in a Matrix pose and started walking while making confetti out of the ant-bastards. When it was over, Ignacio took their spears and killed the rest.
-Muchas gracias por venir y cargarse a esos cabrones. Llévense esto. Primera calidad.- Ignacio gave us some joints rolled up and inside a little box. -Siempre son bienvenidos aquí. ¡Suerte!- He waved us good-bye. We started our travel home...

...I felt something happened...

Episode 8 - An old friend

Spring was starting. We had to get rid of our survival winter clothes and get some new stuff, so we stated that the next morning we'd go to the Masons Mill Park and get new items for us and for the rebellion. Slint almost sucks Wade's cock to convince him. ZJ checked his watch. -7:51. C'mon, people! We need to carpe this diem!-

We went first to Matt&Sean just to visit and get some advice.
-Hey! It's my favorite squad of Fonias igniters! What can I do for you?- Krinkels greeted us with a mug o' coffee in his right hand.
-Hi Matt! Nice to see you! Well, you know where to find some summer clothes in here? We really need a change.- As always, Noaxis asked her daily morning question.
-Well, there are many stands selling clothes around, but some old woman at the parking lot sells the ones with most quality. You should go there.- Cheshyre told us while exiting the workshop, half a bayonet in his hands.
-That's enough for us. Thanks, Sean! We’re outta here.- I said while we waved good-bye.

That morning was a whole outlet shopping. New summer clothes for everyone plus some for the people at the rebellion; Noaxis got herself a new scope, ZJ needed batteries, Slint nabbed some instant noodles and a few ammo, Towel bought an umbrella, McLean got a blade polisher, Joelle went straight to buy jewelry and I bought a sweet-ass paintball gun that was on sale. We also ate some tacos at a small stand (REAL tacos, with soft corn tortilla, not that Taco Bell 'Murica crap), That made me remember my roots. I heard McLean talking to a cute girl how he reached the HQ.

“When the Fonias attack, they try to enslave the large cities and transform them into slave dens or places to reunite and live; Toronto, Canada wasn't the exception. I tried my best to get out of there, but They never let me get out. While I was held within a wall they constructed around the city, I stock up for the time I could escape; I never was any good with guns, but with blades I was the best, I got several knives and swords from everywhere I could pack, then my opportunity to get out finally came, when they opened the doors to enter supplies. I wasn't noticed when I got out. I tried my best not to die on the way to Glenside so I was always hitching rides with many people I could trust, but some tried to kill me. I eventually saw a red Eclipse on its way, hitched a ride with him and noticed he was going to the HQ too.”

We returned to the HQ just to see Wade at the door, there was an RV in front of us. Two dudes went down.
-Awesome! New recruits for the rebellion!- Joelle started saying. Wade saw me at the distance and told us to come.
-Hi, 8, So this guy over here was asking for you.- Then I saw him: He was almost my age, black hair, red glasses, and a blue jacket.
He said -8! is that you? remember me? it's me, Aryf!-
It was Madmanaryf! some old friend I met through NG! I was really happy to see him alive and kicking. -This guy by my side is Ericho. He saved my life when I almost died by the Fonias.-
-But I thought you were in the Maldives! That's the other side of the world!- I told him with an expression of surprise.
-I have a satellite radio so I heard the distress signal from Wade, then I jacked a plane and got here. I met Ericho when I crash-landed in New York. Like I said, he saved my life.- Not only I was seeing an old friend, I was having the best reviewer in NG in front of me.
-Let's get inside, gotta eat something after a nice trip.- ZJ said.

I passed the entire day with Aryf, and the team understood: It was the first time I saw him in person. We talked about our lives during the invasion, and how I lost my eye. I really was happy to meet someone I already knew through the years. We slept next to each other that night.

I woke up only to see Aryf was already up and ready for anything that would be put in front of him, with an omelet in his right hand and his AK-12 in his left.
-That's a new record in here about getting early- I told him. I had breakfast with him.
Wade woke the team up. -Mad Ops! new mission! C'mon, assholes, get up!- Slint was talking again in his sleep.
-No... pussy gaem... round 7... I win again...- Noaxis poured some whipped cream in her hand and slapped Slint.
-You think we haven't heard you? Get up, lazy dork!-
Towel started saying -So, Wade... What's the mission?-
Wade took a sip of whisky and said -A Fonias platoon is advancing and killing rebels on its way. These are heavy armored, but they got a weak spot, they always have one. At this point, you can deduce what you should do.-
I told Wade -Can Aryf go too? If they're armored, I guess we can have extra man power.- Wade accepted.

Ericho borrowed us his RV, he decided to stay. We went to the told coordinates. Wade was [again] right, they were armored.
A shit-pound of Fonias was advancing through the road. We hid the RV and then we advanced quietly to the back of the platoon, where they had a scout bike.
Aryf told me -Why don't we shoot them? They're in front of us!-
McLean shoved him and said -Because if we do it, they will find us and will spear us to death. Now be quiet and don't do anything idiotic.-

That was enough noise for the Fonias to find us. In a matter of seconds, we were trading shots. Slint loaded his grenade launcher and cleared the way for us to get some more space to keep attacking. Aryf and I were back to back fending the bastards off, I saw McLean Shooting knives like hell, and every single one headed into their eyes; Joelle stood behind a Fonias, soaked him with tea then tazed him, Fonias burnt meat smells like weed; Towel stabbed a Fonias with a Claymore then pulled the trip wire, Seeing that comic scene as the bastard's body blew in half. I was too amused to see a Fonias almost shoots me, but Aryf managed to do him a headshot. At the time he was firing, a spear went right through his chest.

-ARYF! NO!!!- I yelled in tears. I ran to him. -NO!!! Aryf!!! Stay with me!!! Fuck!!! Don't die, goddamnit!!-
Aryf looked at me, and then said, with his life fading away -8... after a... long time... I finally meet you... now do something for me... Give me a grenade...- I gave him my last frag.
-Thanks... 8... for being a friend...- he stood up, gave me his glasses and his jacket, pulled the spear outta his torso, pulled the pin and ran directly to the Fonias with his last bits of energy -McDonald's is bullshit!!!!!!!- he screamed, then he blew up, along with many Fonias. That was the last time I saw him.

My mind exploded. A friend died in front of me. I just wanted revenge. I put down Drake and Falcon, and pulled out the Binary sword. I ran straight to the ant-bastards. They couldn't stop me; I hacked. I slashed, I stabbed, I brutalized, I tore open, I wasn't thinking, I just wanted revenge, tears covering my face. I ended the platoon's life.

Noaxis calmed me down. We returned to the HQ to notice Aryf's death.

I saw Aryf's glasses and jacket; that was the first friend to die in front of me, but it calmed my messed nerves that now were no longer under stress. Thanks, Aryf, for being here.

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Noaxis

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ZJ

Episode 7 - Gia Tous Teous Dolofonos

“Since I was an adolescent, I was a very active member of the United Commonwealth Society in Michigan, and I was helping every member with every major problem between all the unions. When the Fonias started the invasion, the Unions started to panic, and every single one of them were toppling down, taking the moral of many countries down with them. The pressure towards the vice-president was so high, he had a heart attack, all the members decided in secret and then elected me as the new vice-president, because of all my experience in the society, my capacity to speak 5 languages, and all of my training from my early years in the DEA. I took the reins of the Society, lifting it and resolving any situation that appeared in front of me. A month passed before I heard the distress Signal from Wade for the first time, and I told myself I had to go before I had a heart attack too. The society agreed then it gave me a military kit which came with a Glock, a shotgun, some survival stuff and lots of explosives, then gave me a limo ride. They told me to keep the car as I was getting down in front of the NG HQ...”

That's how Joelle spent her morning: Telling fellow Newgrounders how she got here. I tried to look for my eye patch, then I remembered I got a new one; I looked in my backpack and there it was, half a red-tainted goggle transformed into an eye patch, Krinkels' courtesy. I put it on and went to get some breakfast. I heard some groaning in the back of the kitchen. Fucking Slint was having sex again! How is his cock capable to survive since 4:00 goddamn AM even when it was almost vaporized?!
-Mad Ops! In front of me now, fuckers!! This is urgent!!- Wade yelled as he was coming downstairs. Still in my pajamas, I ran directly to him, the rest followed me seconds later (Slint was still pulling up his pants). -Ok, so I got this recording that came from Wilmington, Delaware, from a crazy cult that considers the Fonias as gods. More than a cult, they're terrorists, willing to destroy any rebellion to accomplish their mission.-
-Ok, That doesn't sound good, but Why are you so worried about this?- Noaxis made her daily morning question.
-Just watch the video.-

We are Gia Tous Teous Dolofonos. The gods have finally come, and they came to raid humanity and claim their new land. If you cooperate, you’ll be one of their chosen henchmen. If you decline, we will destroy you, you don't deserve being raided by the gods. We have converted Delaware, next, Pennsylvania. We are Gia Tous Teous Dolofonos. Wait for us.
-Some Newgrounders infiltrated their cult and showed us they have tons of brutal force; If they reach us, we're doomed. Your mission is to sneak your way to the cult and destroy them from the back. DON'T infiltrate, I don't want you converted.-
We changed and prepared for an all-out assault on a crazy cult we didn't even know it existed. We decided to just walk there, it maybe was far, but we could sneak more easily.
-It was a matter of time before we had to face crazy religious people.- McLean broke the silence.
-Well, let's face it, it's a Cliché that a religious group forms when the apocalypse is in our faces. Just see any end-o-the-world movie and you'll know what I'm talking about- ZJ said, reiterating McLean's point.
-You guys really know how to cheer us up, right? I know! I'll call you 'Demotivation Duo'!- Towel told them, his mouth was expelling that sarcasm stench.
-This is the first time we kill people. I don't know how to feel about this...- my voice started trembling. -They may have women, kids... Whole families are going to die because of us. This will haunt me for the rest of my life...- I started crying. Noaxis hugged me.
-C'mon, 8. Let's see it like this; it's for the greater good; we will save more innocent lives if we end theirs.-
-That doesn't help. Let's just end this...-

It was midnight when we reached the cult's temple in the outskirts of Delaware; in fact, it was an incredibly huge warehouse transformed into a temple. Noaxis and Towel waited outside while the rest of us went by the roof. We saw guards having watch there, so McLean sneaked behind them and cut their throats with his knife. Once they died, we watched through a skylight: more than 500 fatsos and old men in brown and white tunics singing in Ancient Greek, tons of weapons in a table and an invasion blueprint; no women or kids were there, That was a huge relief for me.
Slint told me -Ok, I know you pussies don't want to go Berserker down there. Any ideas to kill them with style?-
I had an idea. -Joelle. Give me some tea- Joelle handed me down some tea that was in her thermo. -Slint. Pineapple- Slint gave me a grenade. I pulled out a Molotov, and duct tape. I taped the grenade and the cocktail.
-Joelle. Remember your London Bomb?-
-Hell yeah!- She said as she passed me some lighter fluid. I poured the tea and the fluid down the roof, interrupting the prayers.
-Ok, cocksuckers...- I lighted the Molotov
-...Watch the fireworks!!!- I took the grenade pin then threw it down.

The grenade exploded, lighting the Molotov and making it (Literally!!) rain fire; The fire touched the tea-fluid mixture and lighted it also on fire. We rappelled with ropes to the inside to continue the killing: Slint had a revolver in his left hand and his kukri in the right one, hacking and putting holes in everything with a sadistic smile; Joelle was enjoying her new Deagle with the cultists' faces; McLean beheaded a real obese man with his hatchet, while stabbing another real obese man with his machete; Towel was outside with a pair of binoculars telling Noaxis where to snipe, blood was gushing; ZJ unloaded his FAMAS in a cultist's cock while singing "Can't Touch this"; and I was slashing everyone who came nearby me with the Binary Sword, then I seathed it, I pulled out Drake and Falcon (my Glocks) and started unloading them.

It was a big bloodbath. I think we crossed the line if we talk about violence, but we completed the mission, we stole a truck and we got outta here. Another Mad Ops mission, complete!

Or... was it?

Of course!!

Episode 6 - You look a lot like Hank

3:27 AM. That was the time in my clock when I looked at it. Because of what happened today, my mind was a mess.
I got up my bed, grabbed my sleeping bag, my clothes, then climbed to the roof. I wonder if the noises of the night would make me sleep calmly. They did; it was an incredibly relaxing scene; the stars, the owls, and a sweet-ass full moon. I felt like they were singing me a lullaby. I fell asleep in the roof.

Wade woke me up at 8:01 AM, he told me -Dude, you feeling OK? I saw you couldn't sleep last night, and then I saw you climbing here. Is something wrong?-
-No, nothing... just *yawn* a real bad night. Nothing you should worry about.-
Wade paused a little then said -You know what would refresh your mind and keep you away from whatever you were thinking? Some sweet new weapons! I got some real close friends who have a real big armory in the Masons Mill Park, A few minutes away from here- then he showed me the location on my map -Here, have this money and this note. They are a little overpriced, but they give you what you need; they're also blacksmiths. Really good ones. C'mon, go! You’ll like what you see!-.
I agreed. I went down to get breakfast, put on my clothes, then told the team we were having a free day.
-Really?! No Fonias shooting at your dick?! Just us?! Count me in!- ZJ shouted cheerfully.
Noaxis made him stop and then said -Wait. What are we exactly going to do?-
I told her -Well, just were going to an armory Wade recommended us…-
McLean interrupted me -You just said armory. I'm in! No matter what!-
-I wanna go too. The fuckers almost fry my penis, but that doesn't break the stone spirit of the almighty Slint! Although they may break my sex capacities... Fuck yeah I'm going. Besides, I really need to change these babies.- Slint said while looking at his revolvers. Towel just said yes. As shy as Towel could be.
-Well, girls, Wanna go or not?- I said to Noaxis and Joelle, they looked at each other, then Joelle said -We're going. I bet it's gonna be more fun than sitting on our asses until a mission appears.-

We haven't used ZJ's Eclipse since our arrival, so we agreed, Slint and I went on our bikes, as usual. We reached Masons Mill Park in half an hour. It was transformed into a marketplace. It had a lot of stands selling food, water, homemade candy, spices, etc... I try to think how the Fonias never reached this place, then I remembered that Pennsylvania is one of the most secure states in USA, and the Fonias were never really able to conquer it since there's a lot of people who fend them off.

We went through a little shopping using our money, while looking for the armory Wade told us. Then finally we found it. Wade was right, it was big as fuck. I had cement walls, and the ceiling was made with solid wood; these guys were some serious pros.

Towel looked up the sign and read it out loud -"Matt&Sean Guns n' Blades - You think we're expensive? Go fuck yourself." Well that convinces me. Let's go.- Those names sounded familiar.
We went inside. Lots and lots of pistols, rifles, and swords well hanged in the walls, They were 5 other people buying weapons. We walked to the counter, A tall man attended us: 40-something, cropped hair, a medium-length beard, brown with some white hairs, maybe he was kinda old, but he still had some muscle.
-Welcome to Matt&Sean Guns n' Blades, How can I help you?- I remembered the note Wade gave me, then gave it to him, he looked at it, then said cheerfully -Wow! So you're the famous Mad Ops from the Newgrounds Rebellion!! Come on this way, I was really happy to see you!- He opened the door to the workshop then told us to come in.

He told us to sit down, then we saw a very comfortable couch on a corner, Some other guy, with less age than beard-man and with glasses was working on a knife.
-Since you're Newgrounders, it must be a sin not to know me.-
-Sorry. I Don't remember you.- McLean said.
-I know I'm a lot older than you remember but, look.- He told the other guy to come. -I'm Matt Jolly and this Short-sighted idiot by my side is Sean Hodges. Get it now?-

My only eye almost pops out. It was THE Krinkels and THE Cheshyre, the ones who created one of the most memorable stuff on NG, and the fuckers heard about us! -When the Fonias attacked, I decided to live by the Madness way, dragged good ol' Cheshyre with me and moved here by a stolen bus, with our families; following Wade's distress signal-
Cheshyre started talking. -We heard a lot about Newgrounds' elite force of Foni-ass kickers, but you're a lot younger than me! Anyways, for Wade, we help as much as we can, and you guys seem to need an equipment resupply!-
Then he went for weapons for us: Extended mags for Noaxis, a FAMAS for ZJ, Lots of throwing knives and a katana for McLean, a Deagle for Joelle, two S&W 500 for Slint and a USAS-12 for Towel.
-8madness, you look a lot like Hank, You make me remember my passion, so I got something very special for you.- Krinkels told me as he went straight to a secret storage. Then he pulled out something astounding for me.
Two automatic Glock 17, and the legendary Binary Sword sheathed in a leather scabbard. He also had those red goggles Hank had in the series.
-I waited for someone to give it this treasure, and I have finally found it. Since you only have one eye, I can work this out. He split the goggles in half, then readjusted them. From goggles, Krinkels turned them into a neat eye patch.
-This is unbelievable, Matt! How much do we owe you?-
-Don't worry for that, it’s all free!- Krinkels said happily.

We got outta the armory waving good-bye
-Come again soon! Next time, we do charge!- Cheshyre told us.
We traveled home happy to meet them. Wade was right, it really calmed my nerves.

Episode 5 - Ambushed!

Aaaahhhh..... a really calm day. I woke up early, as usual. Towel, Noaxis and I decided to get some hunt game outside while we were eating breakfast. With some eggs, ham and waffles, I cooked something I didn't eat since I was 13 years old: USA Breakfast Sandwich!
Noaxis told us -Towel... I just found out you never told us what happened before getting here. Why?-
Towel drank some coffee from my thermo and started talking -Well, I find my story something I don't want to recall, but if you say so...- I wanted to stop him, since it was awkward to force him to talk, but it was too late.

“When the Fonias started the invasion, I was in my hometown in Glendale, in Arizona. Three weeks passed before they claimed it and then transformed it into a slave den. I was always doing my best to survive and help others survive: stealing food, working as a merchant, offering as a slave then buying my freedom, etc... I finally got the supplies and the money to get a decent car and get out of that hot, alien-infested state. I wasn't all alone in my travel, because every time I stopped to get some rest, I was finding some survivors and we shared our stories, then I continued my road. In my travels, I crossed by slave dens, battle ships, and rebellions that offered me shelter. Tons of Fonias' convoys were after me, but I managed to outrun them. And so it continued for a few days until I reached Pennsylvania. I found a limo traveling alongside me, then we stopped at the NG HQ.”

I was happy to see Towel disenvolved some of his backstory, since he was the most shy in the squad. We heard a sound near us. It was the rest, with Wade in front.
-Fuck, you guys really are some earlibirds. Want some fried worms? Slint cooked them yesterday.- I felt that pun coming a mile away.
-Anyway, I got a new mission for you. We found a small group of survivors deep into the forest, we couldn't get to them because they were into a very steep area. Maybe they have moved by now. I want you to check it out, and if you find them, give them this bag with supplies.-
-Uhhh... Why us?- I replied.
-Because I see you don't have anything to do, and I got the rebellion cleaning the place. Just go.-

I guess we had no other option. We walked back. We went in Joelle's limo again, because I didn't want to freeze my ass on my bike, and I was sure Slint neither. We all traveled to the coordinates Wade told us, While Towel was telling the story again.

We reached the forest. It had an eerie atmosphere, like if someone was watching us.
-Shit, if this is the forest Wade sent us, it was better just to stay in the HQ and let these suckers to starve- McLean said with a trembling voice.
-ZJ, please punch him for me, my hand is freezing- I said. We finally saw them: Five survivors in a circle near a bonfire, Joelle took the supplies bag from my hand then went straight to them; we ran behind her to greet the survivors, but instead, we saw something terrible.

Those weren't survivors. They were robots. Robots dressed in survivor clothes. ZJ took a closer look...
-FUCK!!!! Fonias alloy!!! It’s a fuckin' trap!!!!- ZJ yelled in an alarming tone. At the moment he said that, a Fonias platoon surrounded us, the robots grabbed most of us, leaving McLean and I alone.
McLean stuck his knives in the robots' heads, freeing the team; while they were fighting those bastards, I got isolated from the group; it was three of those ant-aliens against me. At the moment I was lighting a Molotov, another punched me right in the head, disarming me.

I could get neither my sword nor my guns, and they were getting closer and closer. I searched desperately in my pockets trying to get something to defend myself with. I got my multi-tool, which had a small knife; it was my only defense. In a flash moment of bravery, I ran directly to the first Fonias, then stabbed him right in the eye; while he was covering his eye in pain, I disarmed him, held the plasma spear in my hands then started shooting the others that were surrounding me. Then I felt that the spear was overheating, in a full Halo fashion. Wasting no time, I ran to my weapons, lighted two Molotov then threw them. While seeing how they were frying, I wondered how I escaped from that predicament.

-Shit! The guys!- I said to myself as I was seathing my sword. I found them looking for me. Slint was seriously injured.
-Fuck, 8! those cocksuckers almost blow my fucking dick off, and you probably were playing with yours, right?!?!- I saw his leg, he had two plasma burns near his dick; he wasn't joking. We ran as fast as we could to the limo, and started the engine.

Back at the HQ, we explained Wade what happened out there.
-It was a freaking massacre! there were Fonias everywhere. Look! They even shot poor Slint over there!- Joelle said in a panicked tone while pointing at Slint, who was being treated by a fellow Newgrounder.
Wade just stood serious and said -Is my fault almost one of you dies. I don't deserve being a leader. It was my fucking fault Tom got killed!! I didn't defend him!!- He was clearly shaken.
McLean calmed him down -C’mon, Wade, it's not your fault Tom is dead. You are a great leader. Look around you! You managed to keep these people survive! Tom would be obviously proud of his older brother.-
-You're right... I guess I hadn't got over my bro's death. I... need some rest.-

I couldn’t sleep that night. That ambush, plus almost dying, plus seeing Slint injured, plus Wade's mental breakdown would destroy anyone's nerves; but not mine. I need to survive. I need to avenge my brother too...

Episode 4 - Sector 7-G

And so the weeks passed. We turned into the elite force of the NG rebellion sent to resolve the most dangerous situations against the Fonias. From a team, we transformed into a family, fighting together, taking back the world, one Fonias at a time.

Two months passed. Just another snowy day. We were eating breakfast earlier than the rest of the rebellion, as usual. Hard-boiled eggs, beef jerky, Noaxis' tea made by Towel and Cuba Libres; that winter morning tasted like glory.

I was looking at my mouser pistols. I couldn't believe how much they have helped me. Joelle sneaked behind me with her stun gun and electrocuted me. Hard.
-Tazer Tag! Come on, 8! cheer up, you know how to play!- she said in a childish manner then tossed the stun gun at me. In just a few moments we were playing happily, once again, forgetting the painful days we pass.

Wade appeared, Yelling out -Mad Ops!! I have an important mission for you! Stop playing and report here!- we all seven stood in front of him.
-Intel followed a Fonias transporter far away from the HQ. they stopped at what somewhat looked like a science fort, dropped a metal box with Plutonium and continued its travel to the central slave den.-
ZJ interrupted him -Ok, that sounds neat, but what do we do about that?-
-Well, our electric generator is getting old, and is producing each week less energy, and we need it for medicines. I heard we can put some nuclear stuff and put it back on the road. Your mission is to steal what we need to repair the generator, and you get the opportunity to kill some of those alien bastards. Deal?-

A fun mission, but a little risky. Pure radiation, with us, all the time; somebody's testicles would eventually fall off, but Wade had already planned it -I already made a radiation containment center, which will also work automatically to prevent the generator from fusing and then exploding. Just do your job.- Okay, then.

Slint and I went on our bikes, the rest on Towel's car. We chatted with our radios because we couldn't hear ourselves with the wind.
Slint started saying -Woo!!!!!! It's been quite the time since my last time in a lab! Wanna hear the story?- Slint already told us that one, but it'd be fun to hear it again...

“A long time ago, I was the security chief of a nuclear plant constructed in Las Vegas. I was feared by anyone who made me angry, and I was respected by everyone whose live I saved several times from the Fonias. I rapidly learned nuclear and industrial science by listening and seeing the scientists working there. Many Fonias tried to destroy the plant, but I always repelled them, due to my awesome strategist experience, but they learned my movements. One day they used a new strategy, and with my ultra confidence, I let my guard down. They got us. The fucking bastards pressed the self-destruct button and I couldn't stop it. I had no other option but to escape that new-formed timed bomb. I remembered my bike, a nuclear powered motorcycle I was working in secret, I had it plated with pieces of the Fonias ships and a sweet-ass design I got from Tron. It was only a prototype, but it was my last hope; I started the core reactor, I turned on the bike, picked some supplies and got out of there in the most badass way: an explosion behind me. I've been hearing the distress signal from Wade since a few weeks, and I started heading for Glenside.”

When Slint finished, We reached the fort. It wasn't very well guarded, so we sneaked right into the lab, not losing any time, McLean wanted the rampage, but we stated otherwise.
We reached the storage room with all the plutonium, Slint said -I have this sweet suit, you go kill something or whatever, but don't burden me- We did what he said: KILLING SPREE!!!!!!!

With only a few Fonias, McLean was a little disappointed -Aww, come on! I want more action!-
-You want more action? Here!- I said as I threw him a plasma spear. Needless to say, he went apeshit. Noaxis was writing on the wall while shooting -Ok, I have 2 headshots, 7 more to break my hi-score!- Slint said out of nothing -Ok, pussies, I got the Homer Simpson Bar. Let's get the fuck outta here!!!-
While exiting, Towel and ZJ released some slaves, and finally, I pressed the self-destruct button. We got out with a explosion behind us.
-Deja-vu, Sons of a bitch!!!!- Slint obviously was feeling like in Christmas.

We now operated with nuclear energy, and the generator worked better than ever; the slaves were set free and we started playing Tazer Tag again. Another Mad Ops mission, Complete!

Episode 3 - Like an anxious pothead baking weed brownies

We were going back to Glenside with our reward: 30 or more liters of (almost) fresh river water, two plasma spears from the Fonias and some of their fangs.
-...No, those are in the ceiling, we use them as fans.- Everyone laughed at my joke; we felt for a moment we were going to a prom, we kinda forgot that we were in a dark era, we were happy. Noaxis was looking outside, tears going down her cheeks; McLean tapped her shoulder.
-You obviously remembered something you lost... What is it?-
ZJ said -Dude, don't bother her, let her cry. Don't you see she needs to drown her pain?-
She wiped her tears -It's ok, I remembered the day the Fonias attacked my neighborhood...-

“It was a few days ago. My neighborhood transformed into a black market that used to sell weapons. My stand used to sell sniper rifles and fishing equipment. A Fonias scout ship arrived, shooting everything in its path. More than two hundred were defending, but they all died; any survivors were taken to the slave den. They didn't found me, I was hiding in a box in my stand. It was all over, I was in shock; corpses everywhere, I told myself I had to go on, grabbed a Barrett and a fisher box from my stand, and supplies from everywhere else, I heard the distress signal from Wade and started walking, I wasn't very far.”

We were surprised how she managed the loss, but I can imagine everyone's heart can turn black with events like that.
Joelle said -Guys, we went through quite a battle. How about we eat something?-
Slint said out of nothing -Ok, let's go to the town of "where the fuck do we eat?" And I'll bring a table formed with "I don't have fucking idea"!-
I slapped him and said -We can eat in the car, fucktard.-
-Oh... right... oops...-
But Slint's question was answered.

We saw a raided village where we could stop, get supplies and rest a little before continuing our trip. We ate and played Widow Poker. I decided to stray a little bit away from the group, Towel decided to accompany me.
-You need some space, dude? I'll understand.-
-No, I'm fine. Come on-
We walked for a while until I saw something that put a huge smile on my face and make me bounce happily like an anxious pothead baking weed brownies.
-What in the fucking hell is wrong with you?- Towel said nervously. I ran directly to a carpenter's workshop.

-Engendro del Averno! Here's everything I need to craft wooden swords!!!- I yelled like it was my birthday: A carpenter's brush, a razor, a thin saw, a hard saw and dozens of wooden planks. I picked up what I needed, some planks, and we headed back with the rest of the squad.

Back in the limo, I explained them I know how to craft wooden swords.
After that there was a little moment of silence, but McLean broke the ice saying -Uhhh... since we're gonna be a team for a very long time, we must put a name to it. Any ideas?-
Slint immediately said -I know! Let's call us Mad Ops! Since our missions are gonna be some mad, fucked up shit, I thought it was a great name. Also, because 8 also has Madness in his user name. Am I right?- Slint said his first non-twisted crap in our time as a team. Obviously, everyone agreed.

This was the beginning of Mad Ops, and this was the beginning of a new clause in history.

And about the joke, ZJ farted while laughing. Wish I had a camera at that moment.

Episode 2 - Follow the Leader.

9 AM. I woke up to the smell of MRE's and tea. I looked around: 45 or more Newgrounders still sleeping. I stood up to see both Joelle and Towel getting breakfast.
-Hi there, 8. You seem to have slept very well- Towel said.
I reached my hip bottle, drank a pint of rum, put on my eye patch and went with them to eat. I saw Wade coming to us, I offered him rum, he accepted.
-You three seem to have some early habits- Wade said with a warm voice.
We agreed, Towel took a bite and said -well, I'm used to waking up at 7:30 AM since I was a child, that was the hour when the sun was striking my eyes in my bed-
Joelle saw us and said -Excuse me but I need to patrol the area. Wish me luck- She took her Glock and went outside. While she walked through the exit door, the rest of the guys I met were waking up.

Wade gave me back my rum while saying -We have more than enough food, but were running out of water. Mind if you and your group go get some at the river in Philadelphia?-
-Wait, wait... My group?-
Wade laughed and told me -Yeah. McLean, Joelle, ZJ, Slint, Noaxis and Towel-
-But I don't even know them!- I said, but Wade smiled
-I see in you seven that you're gonna make the perfect team, I believe in all of you.-

Wade reunited us and said -From now on, you 7 are going to be a squad. You're gonna eat together, you're gonna sleep together and you're gonna fight together. Capisce?-
ZJ raised his hand like a middle schooler and said -But I have a question. Who's going to be our leader?- Wade looked at me, then everyone did.
McLean said in shock -Him!?!?!?! Don't you see he lost an eye! I can't imagine what will happen to us!- I covered my eye patch with my hand in shame.
Wade said -OK, he lost an eye, but I see in him an unbreakable spirit, and that's what makes anyone a leader.- I was happy to see Wade defending me.
We decided to go in Joelle's limo; we started the engine as we prepared to go to Philadelphia. The rest of the NG rebellion waved us goodbye.

We were almost in a complete silence until half-road, Towel decided to put some Ozzy Osborn in the radio. Slint raised his fist in a rock n' roll fashion. We all laughed. I saw the environment: for a violent conqueror race, the Fonias really respected Mother Nature.

We reached Philadelphia only to see a Fonias battalion. Those unforgettable aliens were everywhere: Brown-colored, 3 meters tall, 6 insect legs, a thin torso, 3 arms with 6 fingers each, and a bald head with 4 eyes, no nose and a mouth with a lot of fangs; they all had a white bandana in their heads with a strange symbol that could mean their military range.
Noaxis looked at me and said -Well, you're the leader. What do we do?-
I had an idea. -Slint, ready to destroy some Foni-ass?-
Slint yelled -You askin' that?! Let me release the fucking beast!!!-

He jumped out of the limo with his two revolvers towards the first Fonias. He destroyed the alien's head, black blood everywhere. We all jumped out on a killing spree. The Fonias shot their plasma spears at us, but we dodged every shot. ZJ went crazy with his shotgun; Noaxis was yelling "Headshot!" For every head she destroyed; I lit them on fire, Molotov flying from my hands and I made them explode in midair with my pistols; McLean was impaling every Fonias he saw, he was very happy, Joelle was back to back with Towel shooting them all. It was a massacre.
We got the water and headed back to the HQ. Not forgetting that Slint peed on a Fonias head. I fucking knew it.

Episode 1 - Cheezus! Five Star Service!

It was raining. A few more kilometers to Glenside and my motorcycle was soaring the road like a bullet. I was getting the last shreds of my Big League Chew when I heard the distress signal from Wade Fulp once again: "This is Wade Fulp, transmitting from the NG Offices. I need help from every Newgrounder out there. The Fonias have killed Tom, and I want revenge, but I can't do this alone. Meet me at the NG HQ in Glenside Pennsylvania. Please, come.". I turned off the radio, I wanted some peace and enjoy the scene.

I reached Glenside, those damn aliens seem to have never came; the town looked like a forest now, and the NG HQ now looked like a forest bunker. I wasn't the first to get to the HQ that day, she was there, and she looked tired.
-Seems you got here pretty quick- I said; she smiled.
-You wish, I walked from Pittsburgh-. She must be pretty strong and lucky to walk without crossing with any Fonias convoy.
She interrupted my thoughts. -Come on. I need to show you something.-
We walked in as she was putting down her Barrett. -What's your username, by the way? Mine's Noaxis-
I was in doubt for a second why she didn’t want my real name, but I wasn't going to question her.
-Uhh... 8madness, but you can call me just... 8-.

We went upstairs and we encountered with THE Wade Fulp, with his goatee, but three of his fingers were missing. -I'm glad more users came, I like how this rebellion is growing-

He was interrupted by the sound of a car outside, Noaxis went outside to check it; two men came out of the red car.
-Hi, I'm ZJ and this is Shade- said the first guy, then he took out his sport glasses
-Please, call me McLean- said the second one.
We presented ourselves as I offered what was left of my bubblegum, they declined.
-Nice car!- I said,
-Mitsubishi Eclipse 1999, this bad dog stomped some Fonias in this little trip-

We spent a few hours with Wade when we heard another car sound, this time more silenced. A limo. A beautiful girl went down; a third car appeared a few seconds later.
ZJ tried to impress the girl but she stared at him coldly
-Nunca me mires a los ojos, pendejo- she said,
I understood her perfectly, as I was Mexican, she walked directly to Wade.
-Good Afternoon, Joelle is my username, and I came to form part of your rebellion-.

Towel appeared later from the other car, He just presented and went straight inside. I felt like in another universe, I died with him.

Finally, Slint appeared in a motorcycle with what it looked like uranium in the front, he threw a knife in the air while yelling -Who's ready to destroy some Foni-ass?!?!?!?!?!-
He catched the knife -Slint is the bad motherfucker under this shit-

At the end of that day, we were drinking some coffee and tea made by me and Joelle.
Wade said -Feel free to sleep wherever you want. This is your house now-.
Slint Yelled -Cheezus! Five Star Service!-
Noaxis and I were playing Blackjack that night. I slept with the hopes of a better future...

Slint probably slept hoping to pee on a Fonias head.

USERNAME:

8madness

HOW I'D LIKE TO BE CALLED IN THE STORY:

8
BACKDROP:
I heard the distress signal from Wade from my home, got a bandana, grabbed my uncle's trenchcoat and started my journey to Glenside. Reached an Academy sportstore transformed into a market. Got some pistols and a sword, then stole a bike. Got food along the way and kept chatting with some people with my radio.

SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

) Trained Kendo; expert in sword combat

) Experience in crafting; can make wooden swords with the right components.

) Former Boy Scout; some experience in first aid and survival

) Trained MMA with his brother; some experience in bare fist combat

TRAITS:

) LOVE alcohol, coffee and card games

) LOVE stabbing, and setting stuff on fire

) Lost an eye due to a Fonias attack; aim decreased

) My catchphrase: "Engendro del Averno!" ("Sweet Hellborn")

CITY I USED TO LIVE:
Cd. Juárez, Chihuahua, Mexico

USERNAME:

Shade

HOW I'D LIKE TO BE CALLED IN THE STORY:

McLean

BACKDROP(how I reached the NG HQ):
By hitching rides with people who weren't trying to kill me and steal my stuff (and some who were).

SKILLS & ABILITIES:
-A killer headbutt

-Decent knife thrower

-Mediocre cook

-Good with cudgels, knives and axes

TRAITS:
-Quick witted

-Not too serious

-Generous

-Generally amiable

CITY I USED TO LIVE: Toronto