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The seemingly endless vibration from the helicopter has put Deek to sleep....he faintly remembers his past....

((im gonna try to put this into modern direction...is that okay?))

July 4, 2002
Newago, Michigan
6:36 pm

Deek: "Ahhh this Independence Day weekend is the best ever", as he gets off his new Honda 320cc dirtbike....handing his helmet and goggles to his father, George.
George: "Yeah, this weekend was a blast, did you have fun wakeboarding with your uncle Pat?"
Deek: "Hell yeah! That was the Shit!!!, his mother, Kathy walks out of the fairly sized camper parked not even 20 feet from a large cabin.
Kathy: Deek watch your language!
Deek: Sorry mom. He walks over to the large bonfire his relatives and cousins have prepared. He thought that life from here was good....it was about to go terribly wrong.
Kathy: Oh my god! Everyone gather over here you all need to listen to this! All the family has gathered around a picnic table to listen to a little radio.

~~We have recent information that a horrible epidemic is about to infold!----Government officials have held information about human test for the next supersoldier.....They have gone terribly wrong....Find Shelter and Protect yourselfs against this unknown threat!~~

((ok ok you know what? there needs to be people playing because ive been sitting here and checking to see if any one posted and no one posted for at least 15 to 20 hours!!!))

((ok im not mad at anyone but im just saying i need some inspiration from experienced players. Or has everyone been tied up in school?))

At 1/30/07 09:03 PM, C-Dizzle44 wrote: ((ok ok you know what? there needs to be people playing because ive been sitting here and checking to see if any one posted and no one posted for at least 15 to 20 hours!!!))

((ok im not mad at anyone but im just saying i need some inspiration from experienced players. Or has everyone been tied up in school?))

((Calm down, and relax. We're a slow crew, always has been, always will be. If you want inspiration, look at previous posts.))

Nick was idly poking through the armory as he listened to Joseph bitching about how he didn't want to let go of his M4, as it had been with him for forever, and blah blah blah.

Nick sighted down the barrel of a P90, then replaced it on the rack. Truth be told, he didn't know an M4 from a MP5, handguns were more his speciality. But whatever, Nick grabbed a rifle with a Canadian flag on it, it was a C7A1, briefly used by British forces in 2002, and more reliable than an SA-80.

Slinging it over his back, Nick grabbed a Mark XIX .44 Magnum, Desert Eagle, slipped it into his leg holster, put his knife into its sheath over his shoulder, and a roll of fibre wire into a vest pouch. Nick went without a helmet.

Wandering over to Joseph, who was holding a different rifle, and looking none too pleased.

"Got everything?" Nick asked.

"Mmmmm." Joseph said distracted.

"We're gonna hit Los Angeles soon here, it's clean, so don't worry. We'll be heading off to our final destination soon after, so better get all the weapons and ammo you need, boss." And with that, Nick resumed nosing around the armory, not really looking for anything in particular.

((theres life!))

((and sorry i didnt know that this forum is slow....it wouldve been good if someone would message new people to the forum and at least tell them whats going on right now!))

((sorry if i sound a little bitchy, but thats just me))

((please dont take this in a wrong way...))

((alrighty lets get this goin eh?))

Deek feels a hard thump as the helicopter lands on the top of a business building in London.

A little tap on the shoulder from his partner Jason and a small grunt mean that they should get off the helicopter. Few people surround the landing pad looking for lost ones hoping that they'll show up somehow...

A tall distinguished private comes up and offers Deek and Jason. "Hello, I'm Private Adam Banks, I will escort you to the General."

As the private walks away expecting Deek and Jason to follow, Deek says, "Ladies first", as Jason follows up with the finger.

They stepped into an old Mercedes Benz and were driven to a battered building, looking at the windows, there are machine gun positions in front and in the windows, and a gauss cannon on top of the short building.

Brought straight to the General, they were assigned to the frontal defenses outside London.

Before they left they were brought to an Armory to "update" on their arsenal. Deek walks straight to the shotguns. looking at the glistening walls of matte black and gunmetal grey he picked out a long butted shotgun called "The Jackhammer", "heh, lets try this on for size" Deek said as he slung it over his shoulder. He bid farewell to his SPA5 while he ran his fingers over the scores on the side of the barrel for every undead he decapitated.

He kept his two .45 caliber handguns and traded in his German Police Issue sniper rifle for a prototype sub-machine gun appropriatly called the "Saber" for its large cutting blade under the 20 caliber barrel, slipped a bunch of magazines under velcro straps on his hips, along with the retrofitted holsters for his pistols.

Jason was fitted with an American made M-60 and two P-90s on his hips, he traded for a XM8, with a 40mm granade launcher, and stuck 2 mini Uzis on his hips for his pistols.

They were shipped out and immediatly stationed at Hells Kitchen. The properly called base was fitted with so many 50 caliber machine guns that it would get extremely hot in the base when they would fire on the enemy.

Deek sat himself agains one of the more comfortible walls of the base and slowly drifted to sleep......

As the three ships finally made there way to the main docks in the capital,the dust Hawk squad piled off and formed into their squads.As the officers made their way out to view the lone capital,It was not what had been expected.London was heavily defended which meant that resistance would be hard from the zombie invasion.

The dust hawk squad would be defending the tower bridge from any resistance that came that way.Orders were given to place guns along the sand bag wall to shoto anything that came towards London.

Matthews:Zeke,you are in charge of the wall,i'm sure your experience and leadership will keep us safe.

Zeke:Defence is one my best strategies,the wall will be held as long as needed.But it will not hold forever.

Captain Matthews walked off to talk to his superiors,and Zeke was left in charge of the men.Third in command was Lieutenant Robbs,who was in charge of second platoon.

Zeke:Robbs,I want this wall fortified better.Our enemy will come in vast numbers and will be armed.

Robbs:yes sir,One question though.

Zeke:What is it,lieutenant?

Robbs:how do you know about the zeds?

Zeke:have you heard about Deadlock?

Robbs:of course,everyone has.

Zeke:i was there,i served with excellent men and women,i was sixteen when it happened.While you were still in school,i was fighting,i know everything i do today because of Deadlock and tokyo.I have experienced it.

Robbs:Whats it like?

zeke:You'll find out soon,very soon.

Zeke looked through his binoclulars and viewed the bridge.Movement could be seen far away.

Zeke:get a move on men,Keep all guns loaded,build the wall,The battle starts soon.

Zeke checked his medi kit,it was full.But for how long will it stay that way?.

He held his revolvers in his hands ready,blindness wouldn't stop him now,stress was gone and he was rested.Ready for another term of hell,ready for death.

((Okay, one question. I don't follow things that well, so could someone explain to me where we are, exactly? Is it London?))

((when I get answer, you get story.))

((basicly,only two members have gone to london,the rest which,i guess is you are headed to new york.i guess.))

At 2/2/07 05:14 PM, Misumena wrote: ((basicly,only two members have gone to london,the rest which,i guess is you are headed to new york.i guess.))

((Eh, I don't wanna be in new york. Can I crash your party? Or should I pick a different place?))

((well i know for a fact that im in London.....more specifically a bunker outside London.....care to join me?))

At 2/2/07 05:45 PM, C-Dizzle44 wrote: ((well i know for a fact that im in London.....more specifically a bunker outside London.....care to join me?))

((. . .Me?))

At 2/2/07 05:45 PM, C-Dizzle44 wrote: ((well i know for a fact that im in London.....more specifically a bunker outside London.....care to join me?))

((yes. ill join you. PM me or sumthin so i could know your name or anything i need to know to write.))

((well look over some of my other posts to learn about where i am and what situation im in k?))

((update!
name:Deek Richards

location:"Hells Kitchen" outside London

condition:Fair, considering the scarcity of water

partner:jason smith, not much is known, if new people come in they can create their own profile...yada yada yada

weapons:"saber" or J433 rifle, 2 colt .45 pistols, "the jackhammer" 12 ga. semiauto shotgun, and a bowie knife.

((walk-ins welcome, especially for the dead))

((well ill just say it now....you all can come and help ok?))

((thats if you all care to help me.....))

At 2/2/07 05:14 PM, Misumena wrote: ((basicly,only two members have gone to london,the rest which,i guess is you are headed to new york.i guess.))

((I guess I'm going to New York))

oh yeah, whats in new york again? an aircraft carrier?

some of the members are going to NY,to pick different parts of Europe.Only a few people have gone to Britain so far.

Finally the convoy reached L.A. Joseph stepped off onto the docks, blinking his eyes at the sudden sunlight, as he had just woken up from a nap. Troops and supplies were being unloaded, and Nick stood by him, geared up for war. Joseph looked around, and noticed he wasn't the only one. "Wow, we haven't even been infected yet." said Joseph, letting out a low whistle.

L.A was almost a ghost town. Everyone was inside, and the roads were mostly sealed off with military blockades and barricades. Troops with guns bristling were patrolling everywhere, and now and again there was a HAZMAT unit. This was good. L.A would not be another Deadlock. An officer peered through the crowd, and pointed out Joseph and Nick. They shrugged, and followed.

The officer also pointed out several other troopers, who too followed him. They made their way to a command post, in a mid-size briefing room. "Have a seat." he said. They all complied. "Mr. Green, Mr. O'Reily, I've been expecting you. My name is Brigadier General Briggs. I'm going to get straight to the chase. Those Bio-Tech bitches have been raising hell everywhere but here. We got them before they had the chance."

"Our friends in Europe, however, are catching hell. I hate to see people dying for idiotic reasons, so some military intervention is in order. Our friends in Britain are taking things alright, but everything else... Key members of the German High Command were evacuating when the Zeds overwhelmed the capitol. They were ambushed by some of those...things. The last we heard of them was their security detail telling us they're fine, but cut off."

He pointed to the soldiers who went with them. "This is a Spec-Ops mission. You two have been through hell, and I personally know you are the best of the best. Therefore you are assigned the best of the best. These fellows" they nodded, and some saluted "are 101st Airborne. They'll be under your command."

"Your mission is to recover those elements of the German High Command, and bring them back safely to the fleet surrounding England. From there, we'll have further orders. We'll fly you in an express jet to the fleet, and from there, chopper you as close to the last known area as possible."

"Good luck."

As the group broke up, one approached Joseph. "You are Lieutenant Colonel Green, correct?" Joseph nodded catiously. "Yeah, I am. Can I help you soldier?" The soldier stuck out his hand, and Joseph shook it. " Master Sergeant Kelso, glad to meet you. I'm in charge of this squad, or should I say, was. Just giving you a heads up on what to look out for."

"Sergeant Renalds is our foreign language specialist. We need to prioritize his survival, as he is the only one that can understand what those Germans are saying. Just a heads-up. Good luck sir!" and with that, he dashed off towards the waiting jet. Joseph looked at Nick, who was frowning.

"I got a bad feeling about this."

Can I join?
(By the way Slapdamonkeyz, Im the one who made 'Locked In' on your forum')

NG account: Dante334
Age: 13
Character Name: John Hattler(mostly goes by 'Hat')
Character age: 21
Area: A small delicatessan( We have partners right? Then whover is my partner then the can decide country)
Weapons: M-16A2 w Scope(4 spare clips). SOCOM handgun(6 spare clips). 1 grenade(I'll have some fun with this!)
Appearance: Black pants, black sweater w bullet kevlar vest. Brown short hair, 6"1, 152lb.
Bio: Been in the Army for about a year, was sent to ??? to investigate a strange disturbance. Of the 7 soldiers on his team, only him and his best mate, Derrick are still alive...

That alright?(Probably will keep posts to weekend cause of school)

((yeah as long as you keep your "gameplay" realistic enough to believe k?))

((and we have places in London, L.A., and New York...correct me if im wrong))

((and another thing..put whatever your saying in double parenthases k?))

((Like this? kk))

((yeah like this))

((and if your talking to us through your person or your telling us information about whats happening to your character..talk without quotes))

"Define "Bad Feeling" Nick."

"I don't know what I'm feeling Joseph. I just have a feeling that we're not gonna like Germany very much. Well, whatever, let's just get those guys back here in one piece." And with that, Nick boarded the idling jet, with Joseph right behind him.

Nick threw his duffle bag with his gear into an overhead storage bin, settled in a window seat, and stared out the window as the plane began to taxi.

"What's going to happen to us?" Nick whispered to himself.

" wow! i nvr knew u lot kept playing the rest of us all moved on with our lives LOL so wat have u been up to fill me in ive missed alot and it seems intresting maybe if its gd enough ill get ppl to come back !yeah and when did u all leave LandMark city, i dislike that idea though."

ill probably start posting solid grammaticly correct posts later on tonight.

" so i just need debriefsed back in"

((nice to see you again Dogg.Targets now in charge.You will have to make another character and bio.And then put yourself in the story.A lot has happend since Deadlock.Firstly:

.Deadlock destroyed by nuke.
.2 years later,Outbreak of virus in Tokyo
.Squad deals with it,Tokyo in ruins but livable
.Outbreak in Europe,Squad goes seperate ways tobpush back virus.

We have been busy,Glad to know you'll be coming back though.))

"Ill Take it that the UN have sent in an assault team and an Assault team into all the major cities in eaurope"

Name: Simon "Sy" Uchiha
Age: 23
Blood type : A+
Occupation/ Profession:None
Weapon of Choice: A Deagle.A Glock with limited ammo
Area: Germany
Appearance: Mediam black hair, a dirty Scruffy look. white eyes and a burst lip. He wears the remains of what was a trench coat and still has on his black jeans, from the club he was at the night the outbreak broke.
Brief History: Sy witnessed the zombie revolution and the territorial armies feeble attempt to hold them and thin their ranks. He watched as the soldiers gave up their lives for Germany and he watched as many Men protected their families in vain. He has scavenged A glock,Deagle and a bullet proof vest. His lock-back blade and other assortment of weapons happen to be in his house.Used incase his father or the FBI ever caught up with him again. Sy has killed before and lives by the motto " Live to fight another day".He is a Survival expert, or so the FBI said, he has evade them for the last 5 years and his father for 6. Sy has been attempting to reach his home in a tennement flat floor 24 door number 40.

Sy Crept down the corridor 6 more flights to go.
Deagle Gentle held in both hands pointing towards the floor all his concentration on the next stairwell. His lame attempt to remain undisturbed all he had left.
Three....Two....One!
A Dart from one side of the Door to the Other shows there to be no Zombies Hiding On This landings Stairs.
When, Just from behind him,
A Faint Moan Echoed
Sy: SHIT!
Gun Raised Sy Swung his head around to Confront The mysteries voice.

. . . Nothing. . .

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.Six.Seven.Eight.Nine.
Ten.

. . . Still nothing. . .

Ok
Sy slowly turned to venture up to the next floor.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH

A large male Zombie flying, decending onto Sy.
One drop of Sweat ran down Sy's Brow.He Raised the Barrel of his Eagle til it was directly opposite the zombies gapeing mouth. The zombie Fell towards The cannon and With a Smile He Gentle Blew His Head Off.

" Im Back"

((nice one dogg! lol that made sense.....))

((well im sorry if im picky, but could you put your non-caps words non caps please? [words like verbs, conjunctions, and other english crap!?]

((im asking that because i had a little hard time figgering out names and actions alike....))

((woot, chapta'!))

"Hurok, hey!" Duran jogs up to Hurok, who is looking over the edge of the boat at the infinite ocean. "Whu'?" Hurok respondes, not moving his head. "We are going to Kiev!" Duran said, happy about it. "Ho' 'he 'uck is 'ha' goo' new'?" Hurok says, horribly. "It's use to be part of the Motherland! Com' on, it was Russia for crying out loud." Duran says, patting Hurok on his back.

" 'hy 'e s'oped. ." Hurok says, as the boat continues (third day). "We are going straight there. . apparently we got trapped on this boat by ourselves. . But Kiev!" Duran says, hopping up and down. "Isn' ' Kei' in 'he 'iddle of U'krain?" Hurok asks, stepping towards Duran. "Yeah. . That's is covered for us. They got us a couple of Panzers, and some Russian and Ukrainian soldiers waiting for us as well. It shouldn't be a problem getting into Kiev." Duran says, re-assuring.

(fourth day)
As Hurok finishes his vomiting of the ichor, the boat docks at a run-down harbor on the southern coast of Ukraine. As Hurok, Duran and some others leave the boat, they are approaced by a 6'7" beast of a man, who looks merely 23. "<I, am Yuri.>" The man speaks Russian, extending his hand to Hurok and Duran. Some smaller man quickly jogs up, and begins to translate. "He, is-" "We speak Russian, good sir." Duran says, shaking Yuri's hand. Hurok follows, shaking his hand.

"<This is our squad. 35 men, 2 Panzer's, 3 T-80's Three A.P.C.'s mounted with guns, Five supply trucks, and enough fire-arms and explosion to level a city of 500,000.>" Yuri shows Hurok and Duran around, point at the things as he names them.

"<You guy's natural-born to the Soviet?>" Yuri asks, turning around. "<Yes, me and my brother Hurok. We are members of the Volkeff family.>" Duran says, then asks "<How old are you, if you don't mind me asking.>" "<I am 53.>" Yuri says, with a straight face. "<No shit? You look twenty.>" Duran says, as the walk over to a supply-truck.

"<Ever handle one of these?>" Yuri reaches into a box and pulls out a Heckler & Koch MP5, and hands it to Duran. "<It's a Sub-machine gun, it shouldn't be that bad.>" Duran says, weighing it in his hand. Yuri reaches back into the box, and pulls out a Heckler & Koch G36. "<What about this?>" Yuri asks, taking back the MP5 and handing him the Assualt Rifle. "<This one seems fun. . give the MP5 to my brother here.>" Duran says, pointing to Hurok.

After getting armed with a pistol, sub-maching gun, and an assualt rifle each, people start pileing(sp?) into the T-80's, Panzer's, APC's, and some into the Supplies Trucks. "<a ll right, to Kiev!>" Yuri shouts, mounted on the gun of one of T-80's. Everyone agrees with a roar, as they unit starts to tear across the land to Kiev, the capital of Ukraine.

((There, my lazy ass finally typed something. Oh, outside website stuff, My RPG forum. Located in my sig. Check it out if you wish, join if you wish. Misumena joined, so yeah.))

((Hey, could someone please tell me whats going on in pm, it gets a little troubling having to read EVERY SINGLE page just to find one tiny scrap of information, because I really want to join, it looks like fun.))