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((i havent had a chance to post for a while,revision for exams is so boring.))

zeke was standing back and thinking to himself quietly,anger throughout his face.He started the day with full sight and now he was blind in one eye,This pissed him off big time.The group were thinking up ideas for their next objective to take the weapons at the armory.zeke expressed his ideas.

zeke:we risk our lives all the time,and were not dead yet.Why is this situation any different ?

Jospeh:many of the people that are with us the now have famalies and loved ones,its to much of a risk.

zeke:why dont you ask for volounteers?

jospeh:its suicidal for a start.

zeke:well i'm feeling a little suicidal.i want revenge.

Jospeh:we all do.just wait

zeke:well i am not helping the zeds,ionly kill the dead.i'll go with helping the mercs,but you know that nothing we say will change their minds on wanting to kill us.theyll stab us in the back when they get the chance.

nick:we wont give them the chance.

zeke:well i trust you guys,dont forget that.now excuse me i need to meditate.

zeke walked over to one of the tanks,climbed aboard and sat on the top,he crossed his legs,closed his eyes and meditated.He shouted to the group.

zeke:you should try meditation,it helps you think,helps your emotions,helps your past life.

((I get to do my actual job, woo!))

At 10/30/06 11:00 AM, MaskofHo wrote: NG Account: MaskofHo
Age: 17
Character Name: Leon Phoenix
Character Age : 23
Area: Room 345, Flat Block (behind Karate Dojo)
Weapons: PSG-1 Sniper Rifle and duel Colt Automatic Pistols kept in holsters around waist.

((Really, your doing quite better than some others in your profile.))

Appearance: I stand around 6 ft 1 inches tall and have a quite well built body. I have dark brown eyes with a hint of green and short brownish black rough hair with a spikey fringe. I have battle scars all over my body and my face looks young but tough. I wear black combat trousers and a white vest. Personal Tatoos are positioned on my right upper arm and lower left leg.

((Great discription.))

Breif Bio: I formerly used to be a contract hit man. I only take on the toughest special jobs, that do not only pay well but gives me the thrill of a challenge. I am not from Deadlock City, but came here for a special job.

((I say your in... That's just me though.))

At 10/30/06 03:58 AM, TheSerf wrote:

((hope that was okay and i wasn't godding by having joseph say stuff))

((No, it's all good. It's just one sentence, that isn't even close to god modding. Besides, that's probably what I would've said.))

Joseph grimaced. "Well, the opinions have been said, and without my input, those in favor go for helping the Mercs. I don't care who you are, but getting screwed over by those things is a fate no one deserves. We can always cut them down if they prove...unloyal."

"Here's the plan..."

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The Mercs were having a hard time. Six of twenty were down, and the things kept coming. Sergeant Ace Lexington was getting nervous. "Everybody! Ringed formation! There's too many! Repeat, round up the wagons!" The familiar phrase caused the mercs to ring around, weapons pointing out. "We've torn it! That's it! We're fucked! Fuck Johenson! Fuck everything!" yelled Kevin, the second in command.

"SHUT UP KEVIN!"

The fire shredded a lot of the zombies, but more remained. And that 10-footer was getting closer. The thing raised it's hand to squash the soldiers, shrugging off rifle and submachine gun fire. "This is it."

The thing exploded. Ace knew one that there was only a couple of things capable of doing that. An AT-4 rocket launcher, improbable since there are no tanks to fight, therefore the Army wouldn't issue them. The recoiless rifle(U.S doesn't use anymore) and... the armour piercing, depleted uranium shell of an Abrams.

He turned around, and there were three of the things. He shut his eyes, waiting for another shell, or a hail of bullets to cut him down. The bullets came, but it didn't touch the Mercs. It splattered into the zombies around them. Soldiers clung to the hull of the tank, contributing their fire.

A young marine, firing from the cupola machine gun, was waving and yelling like a madman. "GET THE HELL OVER HERE!" he was yelling. Ace didn't need to be told twice. "Let's get moving! Artillery has arrived!" The Mercs cheered, and ran in the direction of the tanks, occasionally turning to shoot back. Two fell on their way there, leaving 13.

The rest arrived without incident. The tnaks continued their shelling and firing, massacring the zombies. Ace met with Joseph. Joseph said, "Looks like you boys needed some help."
Ace met Joseph's eyes, and said, "You're that Joseph fella we've been looking for, aren't you?"

Before Joseph could continue, Ace said, "No, no hard feelings. Right now, I could give less of a damn about Johenson and his orders. All they ever did was get us killed. Most of the rest of us gave up, but we figured, Johenson caused this mess, the least we could do is help clean it up."

"Seems like you're trying to do the same thing. Mind if we tag along, and help out?"

((thanks for letting my join in the fun here and i hope i can make it further more interesting :) Heres my first attempt carrying on from Spawn's last post, and he said its ok for my to involve his character in mine a bit))

A huge explosion on the ground was seem through a small gap in the shattered window on room 345. "Seems like a lot of commotion going on down there" Leon said with a smirk of cockiness in his western accent. He un-strapped his sniper rifle which had been attached to his back for some time now, "damn that takes some weight off my shoulders" he thought to himself as he stretched out his arms as if though reaching for the sky.

Leon slowly bent his left leg as he positioned himself to kneel down and peer through the broken window. As he pulled the scope lens to his and gazed for a moment panning his rifle from left to right checking out the destruction of the city. Smoke could be seen fumigating from most sectors of the city. Leon whispered to himself "Seems the mercs are having a little cockroach problem... maybe i'll lend a hand". As he said this the scope focussed on an alleyway near by the closest conflict.

He could make out a figure turning hastily around from behind a burnt out car (seems to Leon like the figure looked like a male as he strained his eye to get a better view) who had heard something and span to face what ever it was. Paying close attention a sudden rush of the man pulled out a sword and swiftly sliced the head straight off of another figure. Whether that other figure was human or one of those creatures he had seen running massacre on the city he didn't know for sure, but it didn't matter anyway, it was dead.

"Shit!" Leon said panicking as two of those creatures suddenly ambushed that man from behind. Seemed they must have made their way through the buildings and out of the side alley doors. No immediate escape could be seen for that man and those creatures slowly crouched readying for the attack as they drew their arms wide open.

BOOM! ..... BOOM! two immense gun shots echoed throughout the city originating from the flat block Leon was sitting in. Peering back through his scope two mutilated corpses lay twitching on the floor as their nerves being to shut down. "Two shots, two kills... you owe me one" spoke Leon in a confident attitude. A door screeched open behind me, fast paced footsteps led up to his back before Leon has enough time to even move. "Who is this?" Leon asked... after a moment, Thud! Darkness fell over his eyes as he felt his numb body hit the floor and a Silhouette of someone leant over his quickly fading Conscious body. With all his might he managed to say "Its....its..you...."

Jack was still crouched behind the car as the tank disappeared into the distance he lent against the car to think for a moment, BOOM!!!!!...............BOOM!!! the sound of rifle shoots echo'ed above through the sky, jack span atround quickly, there were two thuds in the alleyway as two bodies hit the floor.

heh he thought to himself nothing i couldnt have handled myself he thought but thanks for the help none the less whoever you are. He looked up to the block of flats behind his dojo it was the only place someone could have placed a shot from to hit those he notices a light turn on and a figure is noticed in the window when he is quickly ment by another.

the one disappears out of view and a window smash is heard and jack could just make something long and thin thrown out of the window. Jack decided it was now to late to follow the tank and decided to go after this person who had saved him something bad could be happening because of the smash jack was concerned besides not like those guys with the tanks cant handle themselves.

jack sprinted down the alleyway with one uzi in his hand ready for any sudden movements, he got to a long road and looked down to see a group of those zombie creratures eating he crossed quickly no point wasteing my time with those guys besides there eating a corpse not like i can save anyone. jack sprinted down the alley next to his dojo it was dark so jack slowly made his way down the alley way next to the dojo the was rattling noise by the trash cans jack pointed his uzi's and took caution something flashed out past and ran off jack looked at it, it was only a cat it was ok jack could now see the end of the alley where a street light was shining down onto the road in front of the block of flats in front of him.

jack looked up as he trode on broken glass in front of a ar there was glass everywhere must have been that window i had seen brake earlier jack walked around the car to go to the entrance to of the flats and looked on the floor on the other side of the car with glass shatered all around it there lying on the floor was a PSG-1 jack knew this gun well as his old friend and close rival used it, jack picked it up and starred at it with wide this was..... this was his his rifle, jack clentched it tight in his hands looking at the the engravings on the handles and barrel's jack span around and sprinted at the flat door and stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed a booby trap setup and ready to detonate as soon as anyone touched it,

BOOM!! jack blew of the booby trap with the psg-1 and ran through the doors with fire burning around him, jack stood inside and pressed the elavtor button as sweat ran down his for head and he lent against a wall and wiped his brow clean. The lift stopped "damn it!!" jack shouted and kicked the doors, jack ran up the stairs looking up made him dizzy he ran in circles to the top and lent against the door to catch his breath. Smack! smack! jack rammed his shoulder against the door but it was no good this door was designed to only be opened from the otherside he looked next to the fire door and around. he quickly grabbed a fire extiguser placed in the corner a few step down smash! the extinguser vibrated his hands as it rebounded off the steel door. No good jack thought that won't worked he lent against the door to look at the look to see if he could shoot it when a water dripped on top of his head.

Jack looked up at the roof it was a tiled roof parts were soaking and water had made its way through "thats it!" jack thought he punched out the loose polystyerne and climbed through the gap into the drakness, the wet and soggy insuaaltion squished at his feet jack made his way forward there was a wall in the way but jack made his way straight over to the ait conditioning system and pulled off a vent cover and climbed in and crawled through which ook him through the wall. Jack pooped out and pulled up some of the insulation and removed a tile and dropped down he was now on the otherside of the door he tried to open earlier it was a a fire exit jack drew his uzi and looked down the corridor to see a light shining out of a door down the corridor he made his way down the corridor to see a figure in in the doorway "leon?" he called, the figure looked his way and then dashed off into the darkness jack could tell it was leon the figure was short and stocky leon was tall and thin jack sprinted down and straight into the room as he brushed a sign on the wall that sed room 345 he ran and looked about to see loen laying on the floor he ran over to him to see if he was ok. leon still had a pulse he grabbed soem water and chucke dit on his face.

At 10/30/06 06:37 PM, Slapdamonkey wrote:

Why did you kill off Hurok? He was a great character, plus you still post here without him.

((wombat,monkey's job is to make sure new members profiles are good and not a waste of time for this crew,he also stops spammers from messing up the club.in other news my knee is getting much better,i can bend it,oh happy days.))

At 11/1/06 12:59 PM, Wombat333 wrote:

At 10/30/06 06:37 PM, Slapdamonkey wrote:

Why did you kill off Hurok? He was a great character, plus you still post here without him.

(( It was eventual. He was one fucked up guy. The reason I still post here is to welcome new members, Like a welcome-wagon. I actually plan on doing another chapter... 'bout the mutation taking it's further toll on Hurok's dead body... ))

((Mutation of his body. Still deciding whether to do it or not..))

Nick grasped Ace's hand in a warm handshake. "Of course you can come with. Nick O'Reilly, formerly NYPD, now LSS."

Ace nodded. "Ace Lexington, formally BioTech cleanup crew, now freelance."

Nick smiled. "Glad to see that you and your men made it out okay, and with the armory completely intact as well. Let's crack it open and see what's inside Santa's toy house."

Joseph nodded, "With you, Nick. Hey! Someone crack this entrance!"

Two LSS members and a Merc ran up and together pulled open the sliding doors. Inside was a treasure trove of every weapon you could possibly imagine. Handguns, shotguns, machine guns, grenades, rifles, knives, RPG-7s and even what looked to be a small missle.

What demanded everyone's attention was the covered up object in the middle of the room. Nick stepped forward and pulled of the sheet.

A collective gasp went up from the entire platoon, and more then one nearly shit himself.

Sitting in the center, looking brand new, was a 25 foot long cannon, mounted on a large platform, which was on top of a motorized pad. The controls were at the back, looking very simple to use. On either side of the main barrel were two, much thinner and smaller tubes, each with a strange object on the end. A quick peek inside all three revealed no rifling, but the large tube had a strange object inside. About 20 or so extremly long cables ran from it to a large box mounted on the ceiling.

Nick smiled. "Okay everyone, let's get this monster outside. I'm gonna read the instruction manuel," Nick held up the somewhat thin book that had been laying on the control panel of the cannon, "And find out how to make this baby work."

Without further speech, Nick sat on the nearest Abrams, cracked it open and began to read. By the third page, he knew that this sucker was going to make Johenson dead very quickly once they shot him with it.

((I've been thinking about the mystery weapon for awhile now, and I've finally came up with this. Believe me, once I describe it, you may very well shit yourself as well.))

Nick walked over to the cannon and stood atop the control panel so all could see and hear him.

"Alright listen up! This big, bad bastard I'm standing on is pretty much the solution to our Zed-Johenson problem. The main part here is the barrel to the primary weapon of this thing. It's a heavy-duty rail cannon. Code-named "Shooting Star." The two smaller tubes here are the secondary weapons, twin lasers, code-named "Solar Flares."

Joseph whistled low, "Wow."

"Yeah, wow," Nick shot back, not missing a beat, "Johenson is gonna get quite the surprise when he shows his fugly face around here. Now, all these cables are the power supply, as you may've guessed. The object in the rail cannon is actually a high explosive charge, equipped with an armor-piercing tip. This thing is actually slated to be an orbit-to-surface weapons satalite. It can fire at 100% capacity safely, but can be kicked into override to shoot at 200% capacity. But it probably will burn out the electronics."

"So, how long will it take to charge up to 100% at least?" asked Ace.

"10 minutes. This will also charge the internal batteries, which hold as much as the rail cannon and lasers' capacitors. So, we wait 10 minutes, get Johenson over here, dump the batteries power into the weapons, and get Johenson to smile for the shot," as Nick said that, he felt a prescene. The same feeling he got when something told him shooting Johenson initially would do no good. Johenson was mutated and coming this way. He was sure of this.

Nick quickly took Joseph aside, "Joseph, listen to me VERY carefully. You and Ace co-ordinate a defensive perimeter around the front entrance. The fact that the armory is in a cul-de-sac should do us a big favor. Arm everyone with the heaviest stuff you can find. RPG-7s, APFSDSs, anything HEAT, M203s are good too. I don't think we will have to worry about Zeds, but Johenson is gonna be a big problem. And if you find any barrels of flammable stuff, pour it on the road a safe distance up, and make sure some people have Molotov cocktails ready to light it. You know, Molotov cocktails all around, they'll work too. I'll handle the rail/laser cannon." Nick clapped Joseph on the shoulder, "And if I die, hit the button labelled O/F. That'll dump any battery power into the cannon and fire it."

Joseph nodded, "Gotcha, but are you sure you can handle the cannon."

Nick gave him a deadpan stare that said He killed my fiancee, this bastard's mine.

"Er, never mind."

Nick climbed back onto the cannon and hit the button that read "START". A low hum started as the cannon began to charge. Two meters, showing the weapon and overdrive batteries charging up at the same rate. Nick gently touched a lever, rotating the cannon so he had a clean line of fire down the street. A small timer read 9:30, counting down steadly until the cannon was ready to fire.

Somehow, Nick felt Johenson would be here before the cannon was ready. Didn't matter though, because Nick was ready, even if the cannon needed a little more time.

In two minutes, a sandbag blockade laid in front of the giant weapon. Machine guns, piles of weapons, and ammunition lay behind it, and AT-4/RPG's were scattered with them. Along with the sandbags, the Abrams were parked in front of the gun, cannons scanning the perimeter.

"Sir!" yelled Polaski. "Radar shows that lots of Zed's are on their way to the perimeter. One very large, ugly one too. I think this is going to get ugly fast!" Joseph swore. Johenson was leading the zombies? That guy never ceased to be a pain in the ass.

Sure enough, hundreds of zombies appeared above the horizon. "COMMENCE BOMBARDMENT!" shouted Polaski from the cupola. The Abrams started plugging away at the giant crowd of Zeds approaching. Limbs and torn zombies scattered the landscape, as the high powered rounds devasted them. But more surged to take their place.

"KEEP SHOOTING! SWITCH TO HIGH EXPLOSIVE!" Polaski yelled again. But the horde kept coming. Finally, they reached the firing range. Joseph, Zeke, Polaski, and everyone with a machine gun opened up. The high calibur rounds devastated them, and the rest of the troops opened fire with their small arms.

Finally, Johenson appeared. The injuries were gone, and he seemed even bigger and stronger then he was earlier, as tall as a ten story building. "DROP WHAT YOU'RE DOING! FIRE EXPLOSIVE ORDANANCE!" shouted Joseph. The LSS dropped their weapons tempararily, picked up AT-4's and RPG's, and along with the Abrams, fired a devastating volley.

This knocked down Johenson for a while, but when they looked back, the zombies had reached the line. Five minutes total have passed. "NICK! WE NEED FIRE FROM THAT CANNON, HURRY UP WITH THE CANNON!" yelled Joseph, as they fought with zombies. Nick yelled back, "IT CHARGES AS FAST AS IT CHARGES! SHUT THE HELL UP!"

They were too close. The machine guns were too close to fire effectively, so it was almost hand to hand, firing from the hip. Ace was wielding an MP-5, and he and his Mercs were dealing heavy suppressing fire from nearby the tanks. Polaski continued to fire from the cupola machine gun, and the cannon blazed at what was in front of it.

Joseph reloaded his M4 and MP-5, which he was wielding in two hands. They were being pressed together. Wedge made his way over to Joseph, shotgun blazing. "DON'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HAVE FAIR FIGHTS?" he shouted. "NO! LIKE WE SAY, IF WE AREN'T OUTNUMBERED, IT'S PROBABLY A TRAP!" he shouted back.

Eight minutes.

There was eight Mercs left. The LSS had many minor injuries, and were grabbing weapons from the nearby rack, and shooting. "WE CAN'T HOLD OUT MUCH LONGER!" Joseph shouted. No reply.

"Damnit." Johenson just got to the part. With a scream of rage, he lurched at an Abrams. The Marines evacuated, but the driver didn't get out in time. Johenson tore the chasis off, threw it away, and tore out the terrified marine, and ripped him in half. "SHIT!" yelled Polaski. Johenson kicked another tank in from the front, this time nobody evacuated but the commander in the cupola.

Johenson turned at the troops, who were shooting at them. He knocked Ace away, where he landed in a heap at the foot of the gun, unconcious. He turned, and kicked away a Merc, sending him clear over the horizon. Joseph shouted again, "DAMNIT NICK! THAT GUN HAS TO BE READY, WE'RE GETTING KILLED OUT HERE!"

Johenson turned his efforts to the one that just fired his AT-4 at his legs: Christian. He dealt him a blow to the the chest, where he crumpled along with Ace.

"NO!!!!"

Nick rapidly tapped keys on the cannon's control panel, trying to find a way to make the thing charge faster. It had six minutes to go, but there was no way they were going to last more than two if something wasn't done now.

Nick glanced up at Johenson, he was stalking towards a couple guys firing at him, and they were leading him right towards the oil slick. Perfect.

Nick quickly took out the Molotov Cocktail he had prepped earlier and lit the rag. He cocked his arm to throw, but stopped short when he saw Christian and Ace go flying from a swing by Johenson.

"NOO!!!" yelled Joseph.

Nick couldn't agree more with that statement. He whipped the flaming cocktail at Johenson. It struck him in the chest and dripped down into the oil slick, lighting it ablaze. Johenson staggered back on the opposite side of the fire from the armory, granting the battered militia a temporary reprive.

Nick quickly returned his attention to the cannon. Tapping on an icon on the screen marked "Limiter Removal" he read the text.

"Input password to remove charging safeguards."

Nick grinned and typed in 8 letters. 'J-O-H-E-N-S-O-N'

"Password accepted." And with that, the timer leaped forward to 1:00 and the meters began to rise incredibly fast.

"YES!" Nick yelled, pumping his fist. "Joseph, we have less than a minute to go now! Try and take out his legs again, and get some more fuel on that fire. And for the love of God, medic, get your ass over to Christian and Ace!"

Nick double-checked the sights and looked at the timer again. 50 seconds. It was going to be the most intense 50 seconds of their lives, and that put a feral grin on Nick's face.

zeke heard the call for medic,he was the only one left.the mercs medic had been killed.zeke ran to the mercs body grabbed the kit and ran to nick.he climbed on to the cannon and saw nick blasting zombies from the controller.

zeke:who's hurt?

nick:a lot of us,but get your ass over to christian and ace.

zeke didnt need to hear anything else.he jumped from the cannon,pistol in hand and ran to where he had last seen ace and christian.ace leaned up at the side of the cannon,unconscious but alive.It looked like a couple of broken ribs,but zeke wouldnt be able to help.ace would be alright for the time being.zeke grabbed a merc and told him to blast anything dead that came near ace.the merc agreed.zeke found christian laying a few feet away from ace.he was in bad shape,johensen hit him hard.christian was suffering from internal bleeding and a punctured lung,the worst part was he was still awake and in a lot of pain.zeke grabbed morphine from his new kit bag and put it in christians torso to relieve some of the pain.

christian:how many lives do you save a day.

zeke:more than enough.

christian started to feel the effect of the morphine and started to calm down.zeke did as much as he could,he bandaged christian up but it wouldnt help for long.

zeke:we need to get you some proper medical treatment.

christian:why did you become a medic?

zeke:lets just say,i felt i needed to help others.

christian:you are always the first in to help someone,its amazing you are still alive.

zeke:i wont die not here anyway.

zeke's hands were covered in blood,he picked up his pistol and guarded ace and christian fro any zeds.zeke kept thinking about christians words,"its amazing you are still alive.".how long would it last,he had already lost an eye,from fighting johensen,next it could be his life.a sudden spark hit in zekes mind,he let his rage out.He dropped his pistol and used his hands.he would put the true meaning to hand to hand combat.zeke clenched his fists and aimed for the zeds approaching,a punch to the left,a jaw flew off.a punch to the right,teeth scattered.zeke grabbed an arm of an approaching zed,twisted it and pulled it off.blood flew everywhere.zeke grabbed a zed's face and dug his hand in as hard as he could,blood started dripping from the undeads face.zeke let go,the zed fell.zeke was crying with anger,tears from one eye,blood from the other.zeke kept fighting,just like all lss members and the remaining mercs.time wass running out,lives were at stake.

Wedge was manic. He'd just started shooting with everyone else and tried to make his way over to Joseph who seemed like he knew what he was doing most of all and seemed safest to stick with. But when Joseph and others started baiting some insanely large creature that was leading the hordes against them, Wedge decided that he was not safe, but in fact was certifiably insane, and began looking for somewhere to hide.

As he scampered along the landscape, making sure not to stray to far from the big weapon that was meant to be their saviour, Wedge shot out wildy at anything that moved his way. The more he did this, the more the shotgun, so alien at first, felt so right in his hands and he began to take more serious aim with the weapon with disastrous results for those who strayed into his path.

Then he found an outcrop of rubble that looked good for hiding under and charged towards it. As he neared it however, one of the creatures leapt at him knocking the shotgun away. At the sight of that maniacal, slobbering, flesh-lumped face shoved right in his, Wedge had an epiphany: these weren't people or even animals worthy to share this earth with a human, these things were pure evil. And as such, they only served one purpose; to die at his hands. At that moment, Wedge felt linked to every other human on that battlefield; linked in a common purpose. That purpose was saving the human race against whatever the fuck these things were. And the means of that purpose were to kill and kill without remorse, fear or favour.

The realisation gave Wedge a strength of purpose and of musce that he never knew he and he grabbed the creatures face in his handsand squeezed. Hew squeezed tighter and tighter until he felt skin break, felt bones breaking, felt blood spray over his face, until there was nothing in his hands but blood and liquefied flesh. And it felt right, divine in fact. He looked at the freshly-made corpse with pride and picked up his shotgun.

He knew the people he had been lumped with were not insane, but were humans, nothing more nothing less, fighting for their lives as nature intended. He ran over to where the fighting was fiercest, glad of the ability to give the human race hope.

"C'mon you fucking slow piece of shit, finish charging!" Nick screamed, completely spent as he fended off Zeds that were beginning to reach the cannon. The fire keeping the mutated Johenson at bay was still raging. Nick could hear really weird cracking noises coming from the other side.
30 seconds.

Nick pegged a few more zombies, then stopped short, there weren't many left. The fire was stopping Zed re-enforcements from reaching them. The others saw this and took heart, quickly laying waste on the remainder.

20 seconds.

The noise from the cannon was getting much louder now. Nick felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as electricity seemed to permeate the air. Most of the trapped zombies were dead now, and the wounded humans were being attended to by their buddies. The strange noises stopped...

10 seconds.

The fire suddenly vanished revealing an absolutely terrifying sight. Johenson had managed to break a three story building from the ground and was dragging it into the middle of the street.

5 seconds.

He began to move forward, pushing the building in front of him

4 seconds.

He grabbed onto the sides.

3 seconds.

He lifted it above his head!

2 seconds.

He tottered for a moment.

1 second.

He cocked back to throw.

"Ready to fire." said the cannon's computer.

Johenson threw the building straight at the cannon. At the same time, Nick hit the control to the rail gun, aiming it at the building and hit the trigger.

Everything metal within 10 feet of the cannon was sucked towards it, then flung foward as the powerful electromagnets activated and fired the armor-piercing explosive charge in the chamber.

The building was hit square on and disintergrated partway before blowing up.

Nick didn't waste any time. He knew the lasers as is might not kill Johenson. He quickly hit the "Overcharge" button, dumping all battery power into the laser capacators, then pried open the panel below the controls. He quickly slid in his knife and cut any green wires, as well as the power to the internal batteries ans the rail gun, effectively shorting out the ground, and the batteries plus rail gun were kept from taking in any more power.

The cannon's whine suddenly got a whole lot louder as all the excess electricity was funnelled into the cannon and straight to the lasers. Electricity began arcing all over the twin cannons, as Nick rotated them horizontal. He put his finger on the button and waited for the smoke to clear, all the while knowing that the static in the cannon could kill him instead of going into the lasers.

Johenson stepped into view, madder than ever, but stopped short when he saw the ends of the lasers glowing bright blue, shining with pent-up power.

"You want to kill us all, huh!?" screamed Nick, letting out all his rage by screaming at the bastard that had made their lives hell through-out this endless, shitty night, "Well come and and get us, you miserable, mindless, FUCK!!" Nick slammed the button.

"Everyone, hit the deck!" bellowed Joseph before hitting the ground himself.

The whine stopped, and then, the lasers discharged all their might onto one target. It was the Apocolypse, contained within two bright beams of light.

Each of the lasers was bright blue, and white in the middle. Both were huge, at least 15 feet in diameter at least.

Johenson roared as Nick began to move the lasers upward, frying Johenson from toe-to-head. As Nick hit the torso, Johenson stopped making any noise and the cannon finally burnt out as Nick reached his head.

A blackened, half-annailated husk was all that remained before it crumbled into dust.

Nick's ears were ringing, his eyes were burning and his head was pounding. But he didn't care as he leaned heavily on the now-dead cannon's dark control panel.

"It...is done." he said.

hi guys ,u still remember me?sry i havent been on in a long time .can i still maybe get in somehow or did u already kill me permanetly dead?

you can always make a new character up.maybe one of the mercs that was figthing with the squad or one of the guys from the convoy.we never forget old members here,so the choice is yours

meh,ill stick with my normal charecter.so ill leve it to you guys on how i come back.

At 3/28/06 12:09 PM, LordSkeletor wrote:

:Where survival is the key

NG account:(Account name here)
Age:(Your age)
Character Name:(Characters name here)
Character age(Age here,please in reason)
Area:(The part of the city you are currently in Main areas of defence:Mall,City hall,Subway,Police dept, and any others you can think of because hey,its an RP :P)
Weapons:(Nothing too big)
Appearance:(Just tell us what you look like)
Breif Bio:(tell us what you did before the creatures came)

This okay.
Dossier
Name:Classified(Nicknamed-RickSaw)
Age:Not verified(15-17)
Current Location:Room 208,3rd floor,Ral's apartments on 5E Street.
Weapons:Uzi(Ammo:38), a ammo clips(60 bullets each)
Clothes:Bullet vest,Red T-Shirt,Jeans,Black hair.
Accesories/Items(whatever):3 Uzi ammo clips,A bag of gummi worms,Room Key,and suspicious keycard.
Bio:Was buying a Magnum from the illegal,downtown Guns shack.The creatures invaded,killed the arms dealer,I managed to hide in an armored crate behind the counter.I could only watched as they tore the deaaler to bloody pieces and carried the remains of his body away.

At 11/9/06 03:18 PM, Setoma wrote: Name:Classified(Nicknamed-RickSaw)

((Do I gotta say it? You need an actual name... Although that will work.))

Age:Not verified(15-17)

((Your not a Goverment Commando, are you?))

Current Location:Room 208,3rd floor,Ral's apartments on 5E Street.

((In tokyo?))

Weapons:Uzi(Ammo:38), a ammo clips(60 bullets each)

((When was the last time the LSS counted Ammo!? Whatever though.))

Clothes:Bullet vest,Red T-Shirt,Jeans,Black hair.
Accesories/Items(whatever):3 Uzi ammo clips,A bag of gummi worms,Room Key,and suspicious keycard.

((What the fuck... Gummi worms?))

Bio:Was buying a Magnum from the illegal,downtown Guns shack.The creatures invaded,killed the arms dealer,I managed to hide in an armored crate behind the counter.I could only watched as they tore the deaaler to bloody pieces and carried the remains of his body away.

((Tinker with your character a bit.))

At 11/9/06 09:01 PM, Slapdamonkey wrote:

At 11/9/06 03:18 PM, Setoma wrote: Name:Classified(Nicknamed-RickSaw)

((Do I gotta say it? You need an actual name... Although that will work.))

Real name:Ryan Vesemirl

Age:Not verified(15-17)

((Your not a Goverment Commando, are you?))

?????

Current Location:Room 208,3rd floor,Ral's apartments on 5E Street.

((In tokyo?))

This in Tokyo!?The first post said it was in a place called Deadlock City.

Weapons:Uzi(Ammo:38), a ammo clips(60 bullets each)

((When was the last time the LSS counted Ammo!? Whatever though.))

Okay.........

Clothes:Bullet vest,Red T-Shirt,Jeans,Black hair.
Accesories/Items(whatever):3 Uzi ammo clips,A bag of gummi worms,Room Key,and suspicious keycard.

((What the fuck... Gummi worms?))

Gotta have something to eat...What did you expect?Or are none of us going to eat anything!
That would be very odd considering this is called Survival RPG....

Bio:Was buying a Magnum from the illegal,downtown Guns shack.The creatures invaded,killed the arms dealer,I managed to hide in an armored crate behind the counter.I could only watched as they tore the deaaler to bloody pieces and carried the remains of his body away.

((Tinker with your character a bit.))

I was in my room watching T.V.The power went out,when I went outside to see what happened;I saw the creatures invade.They swarmed the whole area,I was lucky to be able to retreat into the basement.Unfortunatly,thanks to the creatures,various pieces of debris barricaded the door and I was trapped.How I am telling you this is a mystery,but luckily there a few provisions in crates down here(most of them frozen)

OKAY?

At 11/10/06 04:54 PM, Setoma wrote:

Current Location:Room 208,3rd floor,Ral's apartments on 5E Street.

((In tokyo?))

This in Tokyo!?The first post said it was in a place called Deadlock City.

((Allow me to explain the best I can. For the first... say 40 pages... that was where we were. We got past that part of the story, you could say. We still need to RP/G, so we motioned are way over to Tokyo. So, there. ))

((Hey guys sory I haven't been here for a while so I was wondering if we could go and save Takashi's mom now if not I have this werid chapter that brings out the Reaper inside Takashi but right after the L.S.S. has a little celebration of course.))

The troops were at a shock. Bodies littered the landscape, along with raging fires, and gaping holes were everywhere. The remaining mercs and marines were attending their injuries and searching for their comrades bodies. Joseph had one thing on his mind: His friends well being.

Polaski had climbed out of the remaining Abrams, and was by Christian, on his radio. "This is fireteam seven, requesting medical evac, we have an officer down with severe internal bleeding!"

"Negative, negative! We have too many requests coming in! We'll have to come later!"

"Damnit! He's going to die NOW unless we get him to a hospital!"

"Sorry F-7, we have too many requests! Over!"

Polaski slammed the radio down. "Damnit!" he swore. Joseph sat by Christian. Zeke looked at him, and shook his head. The morphine had done a lot to calm the man down. "There is no medical evac, is there?" asked Christian. Joseph sighed. "I'm sorry buddy, we got nothing."

Christian laughed a bitter chuckle. "I knew he'd get me killed in some way or another. Now that I'm not in mind blowing pain, I can appreciate the humor." He coughed, blood seeping from his mouth. "Don't talk." said Joseph.

He laughed. "Aw, damnit Joseph. Don't get all sentimental, or this'll get way too cliche for me. This is just like our first deployment. Just a flesh wound." Joseph laughed at the memory, in which Christian suffered four gunshot wounds, and stood up, declaring them to be "mere flesh wounds."

Joseph noticed his breath was becoming slower, and more labored. "Hey, Joseph. Just one last thing I need to say. Two, actually." Joseph leaned closer. "What is it, buddy?"
Christian coughed again. "Take care of my wife, eh? I don't trust anybody other than my squadmate."

"When did I become such the ladies man?" Wondered Joseph.

"Of course. What's number two?"

"You guys are going down south twelve miles, entering the BioTech Labs. Then, you're going to kick so much ass, you'll probably go blind. If you don't, things won't be pleasant when you die."

Joseph nodded, just now starting to cry. Christian smiled, breathed his last, and fell silent. "Rest in peace, Colonel Christian Beck. You were like a brother to me, and fought like a maniac. It makes me proud to call you a member of my family, and our Squad. We'll be back for you." Joseph reached foward, and closed Christians eyes, and stood up.

"It's time to finish this."

((Haven't posted in a while...))

Duran sat down on the ground, rubbing his head. So much had changed in the matter of hours, it finally collapsed(sp?) on. He saw freinds eaten, family killed, and monsters that defy any law of life. It was just too much for Duran. Someone he knew died atleast every twenty minutes.

Duran picked up his pistol. He dropped the magazine and checked how much ammo he had left.

"Five shots..? Damnit!" He slams the magazine back into the gun. He stands up and pockets his gun. He starts walking toward the exit. He looks over and sees Christian, with Joseph over him. Duran just shakes his head and continues on. He grabs a radio and pockets it too.

"I'm going out on my own, radio me... if whatever." Duran yells. He continues walking.

Zeke saluted the now still christian along with the rest of the squad and mercs.Duran walked off but the squad had bigger things on their minds.Jospeh was crying but he was not the only one.Depression filled the lives of the lss.But only for a moment.Joseph stood up,all eyes were on him.

jospeh:you heard christian,he wanted us to go to the bio tech lab,and guess what.were going.Now if there are any which dont like this plan,leave now.

Not a single person moved,they waned revenge as much as jospeh for their friends.

Jospeh:Good.Get the tanks ready.were moving out.

the squad rushed to it,no celebration just yet.The squad cleared a passage for the tanks to pass,filled the remaining abrahms with fuel.The squad loaded their guns,picked up any spare ammo and climbed aboard the tanks.Others walked by the sides.Anger shown in every face.The mercs that were once enemies were now members of the lss.They were all fighting for the same reason now.Zeke walked along side one of the abrahms,he looked up at joseph.no expession,the true face of a soldier.There were no cowards in this squad now,They were all survivors.The convoy made its way to the lab ready for combat.Ready for a massacre.

((hey everyone, sorry i haven't posted in a while just got some writers block and had homework))

Dave: Hey Joseph
Joseph: Yeah?
Dave: Im not sure busting in is very intelligent...or atleast not prepared.
Joseph: And why not?
Dave: Yeah, you know the whole Chernobyll Meldown...That wasn't accidental. Chernobyll was a WMD manufacturing site. I was in charge of leading an simultanious assault on the silo where the missiles were being built, while a good friend of mine lead the assault on the labs. Ours op went of very smoothly...however, the last report I heard from Craig was that a few scientists had locked themselves in the console rooms with intentions of causing a meltdown to destroy all the intel there. They never reached the heli above ready to extract them. Now Joseph, I know losing Christian hit everyone pretty hard, you hardest of all, but we would be unable to do anything to save humanity if we get gassed to death. Its up to you since your the commander, but shouldn't we stealthily take out the exterior guards first so they have a smaller chance of releasing the gasses onto us???

((Its up to you guys, just throwing out an idea))

((Well guys, i've just got off a ban and have decided to leave Survival RPG. This is my death chapter.))

Mark pulled himself out of the reckage of the car, clutching his bat and the gun Zeke had given him. He stood up to find Dave was long gone. Hhe glanced over the hill but was shocked at what he saw. Twenty zombies were feasting at the bottom and about ten were clambering towards him. He had nowhere to run. Without thinking, he began to run head first into the sea of creatures. He dropped his gun as soon as the first hit him, but he swung his steel bat around like a crazy person; blood sprayed everywhere but he didn't stop. He felt searing pain all over his body but at the same time knocked several zombies to the floor and killed them. Eventully four remained. Swiftly picking up his gun, Mark reached forward and shot them each in turn. Caught up in the battle, he didn't notice as the fifth zombie pounced behind him and bite his neck.

Mark lay on the wet ground. He knew he was destined to become one of the very creatures he had fought against. He also knew there was only one way to prevent this from happening, and saving the others from himself. He placed his trusty bat on his lap and picked up his gun; only one bullet remained. Mark Treeaz braced himself, then shot himself in the chest.

((Before anyone asks, I did ask slapdamonkey if I could do this. I'm, how you sa