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At 6/22/06 03:58 PM, Lucian_MK-IV wrote:

At 6/19/06 12:01 PM, Black_Cat wrote: 3-War/Shootout

>:) write a war story about me. Something about Vietnam.

serisouly, I need an answer... I might have to skip you.

Alone sat a young girl by the name of Anna. She sat on the cold stone of the school steps. She was waiting, not really knowing what she was waiting for. She sat and she sat for about 2 hours. The bell rang and out walked a young male around the tinder age of 16. She smiled at him and he smiled back. He walked near her as as she stood. He grabed her bag and tossed it over her sholder as they started walking to his car. Thats what I was waiting for she thought. A man of kindness. Mabe even happyness. When they reached his car he opened the door for her with a sly smile. As she sat in her tossed her bag in the back and shut the door.

TO BE FINISHED!

Sorry if the ending let you down Anna but nothin more I could put BABE I love my sexy baby :p

A shoot-out would be nice, include two characters if possible, don't rush, put it at the bottom of your list...

At 6/22/06 03:59 PM, sir_farts_alot wrote: Sir yes Sir! but you wanna be a Cong? Or you gunna be a good 'ol american boy?

A good 'ol american boy please :)

At 6/22/06 04:50 PM, Casamaino wrote: A shoot-out would be nice, include two characters if possible, don't rush, put it at the bottom of your list...

alright thanks, I am a little busy

as for Lucian... (from you'r point of view)

Slowly, I raised my head up took a look around, where was I? Oh right, I'm in chopper, but who's with me? Theres Davis, Makon, Peewee, Rich, but who's that other one... must be a new guy...
"*static* Two minutes to landing, over *static*" The Piolet broke the akward silence.
We landed about 2 minutes later, but it seemed to take hours. We decended into a feild the sun was starting to set, so the strange orange glow was still hanging around. I was off the chopper when it was still about 5 feet off the ground, but I didnt care, I just wanted out of the thing Peewee and Makon did the same. We started for cover when the chopper was hit by an rpg. Just then the other choppers landed and started emptieng out. We moved to cover and took out some congs. Our battalion moved into the forrest, and dug in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" Startled We awoke to find that three soldiers had been shot one killed, the blood was still wet, it was fresh. We sent out a patroll of 5 men to probe the area, that scouting party as never found again. shortly after that we realized we were sorunded, we called in for some napalm. The roar of the jets is a bitter-sweet sound, it ment there was relief, but also... Well, Napalm's hard to controll, and they misplaced the drop right onto my unit. After that about 65% of the men were gone, we decided to fall back and call In for an airlift, but we were sorunded.

The congs knew we were gonna fall back, so they set up an ambush. I reached for my wepon, an M60, a powerfull fully automatic wepon, 100 round belts, pulled it up to my chest, aimed at the tree line, and fired into it. two congs fell out of the trees, at that time my men fired on the treeline, before the congs could re-act most were gone, our first magor victory. we got back to the plains, and called for air support. No-one responded. The base was only about 3 miles away, so we set off on foot.

Day one: The pace was slow, a few feet a minute. We kept moving when the pop of gunfire sounded from the front. I rushed up, fired my wepon, practicly ripping the congs to shreads. we kept moving. The confrontations were few and far between, but did kill pleanty of men each time. By now we only have 57 men out of the 250 we started out with.

Day two: We were still moving, except I was on Point. A cong unwittingly stepped into my line of fire, 3 rounds were fired then, but somehow he had four bullet wounds, he was already injured to start. But we didnt like the idea of them crossing the road so boldly so we threw our grenades into the trees, and heard screams, we broke off into two seperate groups and tookout the remainders. We re-organized onto the main path. Then we dug in, under a mile away from the base.

Day three: There were no further conflicts and finaly we reached the base where I wrote this conflict report.

Lt. Colonel. Lucian file 53624.

Any-one else want one, pls, I got nothin elese to do!!!
But please no romantics. I dont like those.

But i'm down with war, just tell me Where, when, and what you are. (e.g. Vietnam, 1967, Vietcong)

At 6/19/06 12:35 PM, Snak wrote: I would like a war shootout story set in the old west times

Just cause I'm borred. You the sherrif.

So, you want to hear my tale? Well it all started back when banks were getting robbed by men on horses, and riding shotgun ment riding with a shotgun. A trouble maker I forget his real name, but he was called Twitchy, because he could shoot while blinking and have the gun in the holster befor his eyes opened again. Suposidly, he had sent 24 men to their grave.

I stumbled apon him and his posse of 6 men. The same as the law in our town. I ran back to the station and got my guys, we found him with his posse still in the tavern but the barman ducked, which was enogh for them to turn around, and I'll be be a fool but Twitchy was able to take out one of my men, Before I could blink.

Twichy's men jumped over the bar counter, befor my men could fire. We hid behind the tables. As they popped up just shooting randomly. We took them out, they took us out. Soon it was just Twitchy and I.
"Twichy" I yelled as he shot again "How about you and me have us a duel"
"Whats that now" He responded "A duel, ok"

We both walked out of the tavern. Faced each other, and again, befor I could blink...

"Hun you have a Good day at work, dont get into any trouble, you here?"
My wife had said that on my way out the door.
"Hey Snak! How was vacation?" asked my depudy as I walked into work.
But why was I remembering this? Was I dead...?

'Click' 'Click' 'Click'
Twichy was out of ammo, that or his gun was jammed.
But that second or two was all I needed, I fired 4 rounds right into him.
Twitchy was gone, gone for good this time.

Can you make a shootout.
Like bounty hunter kind.

Can you make me one about a cravy war that is also about someone eating my cake!

Alright. I want, all three.

write about war w

could you please write a murder story about me? As like a hitman story.

Could you write a War/Shootout story about me please.

I'm an assassin trying to kill the president, but there's another assassin trying to kill the Vice President so we have some huge-ass ninja showdown with knifes, katanas, grenades, and plastic explosives.

I am a fan of murder novels so murder please.

Give me a shoot'em up, I dare you.

It cannot be done!

Write a Sin City shootout with me in it. I wanna fantasize about me being all John Woo-like.

fapfapfapfap

Thanks for trying, but I am actually female, so meh it didn't really work did it :/

Are you going to do me I wanted a war/shooter story.

I can write a story about people too.
(name) sucks.

At 6/23/06 02:31 AM, Turandot wrote: Thanks for trying, but I am actually female, so meh it didn't really work did it :/

I've been letting him write stories while I'm away. He seems to write alot quicker, so i'm okay with it. I'll get back after I lurk.

Write me a short story on how everyday experiences changes our views on life. Chose your own genre.

At 6/22/06 06:56 PM, sir_farts_alot wrote: (war story)

I like it. Especially the M60 and the napalm part :) damn, so many of my boys died...

Lt. Colonel. Lucian file 53624.

Hmm.... i forgot that my rank was Lt. Colonel :) those were the good 'ol days :D

3-War/Shootout

if you could do it please

At 6/19/06 01:04 PM, BananaBreadMuffin wrote: Can I have a murder mystery please? PM me when you've finished it ^__^

'Edward Larson was sleeping at the time, he was found dead, with his girlfriend. Alyssa Mcpierce was found dead, too. The case is to be....'
Detective BBM rose his hand. He did not want to listen to the details of the murder, he needed the important info.
"Officer, how were the couple murdered? I believe it would help more than the names and positions of the victims."
The Officer turned his head in BBM's direction, muttered something, and flipped a few pages forward.
"Detective, the murder weapon was a pipe. According to the autopsy, Edward was stabbed with the pipe in question, his left lung and aorta were pierced. He bled to death in seconds. Alyssa was raped, then was impaled with the pole, entering in the genital area, and exiting right below her throat. We have found fingerprints on the pipe, but there are too many people to distinguish."
BBM scratched his head for a few seconds, then came up with something.
"Officer, how many different semen samples are there?"
The officer flipped through a page, and began reading it.
"Alyssa, 15, was found to be raped, by three different people. "

I'm going to let BBM play with the answer. What he thinks will affect the story.

At 6/23/06 02:31 AM, Turandot wrote: Thanks for trying, but I am actually female, so meh it didn't really work did it :/

Oh jeeze, sorry, probably should have looked at you'r profile first...
well, you want me to re-do it?

Murder.

At 6/23/06 12:48 PM, sir_farts_alot wrote:

At 6/23/06 02:31 AM, Turandot wrote: Thanks for trying, but I am actually female, so meh it didn't really work did it :/

Oh jeeze, sorry, probably should have looked at you'r profile first...
well, you want me to re-do it?

Would be great :)

i would like a war story please.