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Post by Commissar on Sept 10, 2007 15:56:02 GMT -5
Ah, thanks lol. Cocaine bombs, fun.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 11, 2007 14:57:16 GMT -5
I don't think I'd mind dying if I was high at the time......
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Post by Commissar on Sept 11, 2007 15:56:21 GMT -5
Nah, it would be fine, probably fun, see alot of cool colours... Anywho, I will update in a few days.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 11, 2007 16:04:40 GMT -5
Good, good, give it to 'em zombies good!
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Post by Commissar on Sept 12, 2007 3:56:12 GMT -5
We jumped onto the back of the half track, the others were on their way, I took hold of the autocannon at the side, blasting away a few ghouls that were close as the other men leapt into the cab and back, slamming the doors we took off with a screech. We all took a deep breath as we made off down the street in relative safety, narrowly avoiding a collision with some abandoned APCs. Then we came to a quick stop, we jerked in our seats and flew to the ground. "What the hell man?" Somebody yelled to the driver. "Wheres the major?" He shouted back... We had left him, in our hurried escape we must have ditched him, we all felt terrible, abandoning him to those creatures. "Hey, you guys, look." One of the troopers said, pointing down the street as he shined the search light in its direction. Major West was running down the street pistol drawn. "Gods, hes alive!" Somebody yelled. The major jumped into the back landing on his side, a trooper gave him a hand up as he took a seat. "Whoo!" The major shouted at the infected coming at us as he flipped them off. The track started down the road again, occasionally running over a stiff, we could feel their heads pop beneath the wheels and treads, the crunching of bone and the squishing noise, that gut wrenching noise. We would encounter swarms, they roamed in groups of about sixty, attacking en masse, it seemed to happen whenever we stopped for fuel...the track became our mobile home, some of us could sleep while we took shifts driving. We came to some abandoned barricades, it was a long trench line with sand bags around it, guns, ammo crates a plenty, maybe there was even food! "Alright boys, everybody get up!" The major shouted, they got up, grabbed their stuff and we walked towards the barricades. I heard a noise, I wasnt sure if it was just me, was I hearing things? No... The others heard it too, we looked around, as dawn broke through the streets, lighting it up just enough to see masked men in the windows brandishing guns. We took aim, they did the same, nobody fired... The major lowered his rifle. "Present yourselves!" He shouted to them. A man stepped out through a broken window, gun slung around his shoulder, he removed his helmet and then his gas mask. "Captain Nikolai Voroshilov, at your service!" He noticed the majors rank. "Welcome major..." "Major West." "Ah, welcome to our...camp." He said. Motioning his arms to the two large department stores on either sides of the road. We walked over to the men in the stores, shook hands, made buds and we were told we could stay. "We intercepted some of those death squads..." Voroshilov said "We thought you guys were some more of them..." He points at a commissar and four other death squad troopers hanging out of windows with cables around their necks, crows and wild birds pick and nibble at their flesh, their eyes have been pecked out of their skulls. "Those human scum..." They both seemed to say simultaneously. Me, Johnny and some soldier named Sergei sat around a dining room set recounting our war stories, all around us there were beds, sofas, tables, chairs, the windows were sealed by large iron curtains. We had found a new home.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 12, 2007 12:36:11 GMT -5
Cool, Russian names...... I'm liking it. Russians and zombies? could this story get any better? LOL.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 12, 2007 15:32:21 GMT -5
Wow I cant begin to say how much I like this story or stories. It is truly a good inside look into a zombie horror flick. Hey have you ever played,"All flesh must be eaten?
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Post by Commissar on Sept 12, 2007 16:17:15 GMT -5
Wow, thanks guys, I try to make it horrific. Never played that one.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 12, 2007 18:26:58 GMT -5
Its a roleplaying game. Very good you would like it.
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Post by Commissar on Sept 13, 2007 7:41:00 GMT -5
Hmm, should try it.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 13, 2007 15:13:29 GMT -5
Go on Cadian, I'd like to learn more. Is it an Online game?
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 13, 2007 21:39:04 GMT -5
Um no its like DnD with lots o zombies. It really fun. You create a character and basically try to survive. I personally played it once with 3 freinds. We are all 13 so we used our actual characteristics and tried to survive the apocalypse(ha I said apocalypse). It ended up I broke my ankle and my freind got bitten and so did my other friend and we basically held up in a house with a Katana a 357. Magnum and a baseball bat. We lost. Yea its cool and theres alot of supplements. The newest one was like zombies in space. Check it out sometime.
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Post by Commissar on Sept 14, 2007 0:06:26 GMT -5
Woo. Sounds fun.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 14, 2007 15:21:57 GMT -5
Updates! I want updates!
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Post by Commissar on Sept 14, 2007 19:15:38 GMT -5
FINE!!! I will update. Soon.
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Post by Commissar on Sept 15, 2007 2:28:14 GMT -5
Me, sergei and johnny walked to the "armoury" of the camp, it was nothing more than a massive collection of hundreds of different types of weaponry, scavenged from the streets and taken from private collections of the nearby shooters guild. Bolt guns, las, plasma, you name it we had it. Winter was finally upon us, heavy snow fall had hit, we all bundled up in our great coats, ushankas and heavy boots. We had stolen a generator from a nearby shop, hooking up dozens of little heaters to it, keeping the living level fairly warm at all times. The Major was very quiet, he only really talked to Voroshilov, and even so, he didnt talk that much. We had gotten to know the other guys from the company. Fyodor was a grunt, he was a huge guy, 2 feet taller than all of us, he was also tripple our size, he carried a stripped down heavy bolter, prone to jamming but still very effective. Konstantin was the sniper, he was thin, tall, he used a suped up custom sniper rifle, him and Johnny got along perfectly, usually found trying to score head shots on death squad officers from the roof tops, reeking a small guerilla war on a sinister enemy, seemingly more evil than those creatures which attacked us day and night...just a little more evil... Vlad was a commissar before this sh*t storm hit, he was fairly mellow, despite the fact that he was still the resident hang man. He was needed though, he kept us disciplined, kept us in check, and reminded us that we were soldiers of the imperium...Imperial Guard...he also stuck with his belief that boltguns are for sissy's, real men use las guns. Viktor was a guy who had seen his whole family literally ripped apart just meters away from the closing gates to freedom, the gates to the safe zone... He had blamed himself for not stopping the horde, he is very quiet, never speaks, none of us are really sure if hes alright... Nikita, the only chick in the outfit was the medic, she was a highly experienced surgeon before this outbreak, she still was, but now she was also quick on the draw with an autopistol. Boris was a kasrkin sergeant, much stronger than any one of us, even fyodor, he kept the men away from Nikita when they got...rowdy. He had narrowly escaped the initial infection, he went home, picked up his wife and kids and managed to get them through the gates to heaven(gates to the safe zone), he was totally shafted, his wife and kids got through, but he was called back, they said they needed every available man at the frontline. There were also the three Ivans, they were all brothers, 5 years apart, they seemed to have an unbreakable bond, if one of them got caught behind a line of those beasts, the other two would cut a bloody swathe through the horde to rescue him. Very good bunch of troopers. We had given up clearing the creatures from the Iron curtains, we destroyed the access to the ground floor with charges, effectively keeping us safe on the upper floors, nearly 150 floors, all to ourselves, we had food, heat, good friends, and a helluva alot of ammo. In our down time...heh, down time, all time was down time, we usually played from an assortment of board games and cards. Every so often Vlad would read from his big bad ass Commissar Tome, a massive, book, lined with gold, who knows how many pages long, looks like you could kill a fex with the bloody thing, but he would read old imperial tales that exhault pain, sacrifice and bravery, it boosted our morale and kept us entertained, we felt like bloody children, sitting around on the floor listening to the big man on the big chair read us our nighty time story. Many had grown to see him as a father figure, even though he is one of the most dreaded officers in the imperium, he was a very friendly one, Nikita described him as a pussycat at heart. One day during our "story time" we heard a loud clash and bang against the iron curtains below, we all leapt up, on edge and spooked we looked outside,scared of what we might see, and what might see us we crept to the window sil slowly, peering out the window I could make out a wrecked sentinel, it had been swarmed with stenches and had lost footing, the pilot detonated an explosive of some sort, a large scorch mark had been left along the side of the building, melted, burnt body parts flew across the entire area. Viktor let out a deep sigh and we all knew the show was over, we went back to listening to Konstantin...
To be continueded!
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Post by Mabus on Sept 15, 2007 6:12:34 GMT -5
Nice, I'm still loving the names!
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Post by Commissar on Sept 15, 2007 15:04:07 GMT -5
LoL, thanks man!
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 15, 2007 19:49:51 GMT -5
Same. ha,"rowdy". Very good I love the whole like dawn of the dead thing where they hide in the roof. thats what I call awesome sauce.!
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Post by Commissar on Sept 15, 2007 21:16:31 GMT -5
heh, well, you can imagine that they would "get" like that, I mean being isolated and all...anywho...thanks for the comments! I will hopefully updates soon!
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 15, 2007 22:59:24 GMT -5
Cant Wait!
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Post by Commissar on Sept 16, 2007 13:08:07 GMT -5
Rag tag units could be seen in the streets, trying to hold off the dead as they surrounded them. We had seen a whole platoon get surrounded at the cross roads, they formed a box around their APC Chimera, they were holding them off for a while, the tactic worked, but they ran out of ammo, we tried to help em out with a little extra fire power but it became evident, both to us and them that they were doomed. Their officer, a junior lieutenant drew his power sword, his men fixed bayonets, the dead surrounded them entirely, engulfed them. The lieutenants power sword could be seen slicing through the bastards, blood flew everywhere, limbs, chunks of bone and brain as the blade went through one of their skulls. We stood watching as he was finally taken down. One of those bastards had leapt from the tank and gotten the jump on him, literally, he was clung to the officers back, gnawing at his kevlar BDU, finally he tripped over one of the bodies he had fallen, he hit the ground on his knees. His face was torn off from the upper lip to his forehead. Nikita looked away in horror, even Vlad had a disturbed look on his face. "Such bravery..." Vlad said, bowing his head in silence. After that platoon, we had begun to see more and more troops, kasrkin squads had been dropped into the area by valkarie gunships. I dont know what the hell they were thinking, these guys didnt stand a snowballs chance in hell I thought... But their tactic was to strike, then get an air lift by their valkarie transports... It works fairly well, we could see that it was pretty effective. We would watch them through binocs, track their movements, they had orders to kill any survivors, as in military survivors, they were basically advanced death squads... We didnt want to kill our fellow soldiers, we just wanted to fight the infection. So, we stayed hidden, barely emerging at all, not even when the dead had smashed through the iron curtained windows below and were snarling at us from below, jumping up and swiping at air. We covered the open gap in the floor with a large rug. The elevators we broke with grenades a long time ago, just in case one of them wanders in there and pushed a few buttons... Everything was good until one night... We heard a clang on the other side of the department store, we leapt to our feet, readied our auto rifles and crept to the site of the sound. We heard foot steps, weapons being checked, there were beams from flash lights slamming through the darkness. Red lights shone from tactical lights on their helmets. All of a sudden Voroshilov gets up. "Hey, hey!" He shouts, raising his arms into the air, walking forward into the light. They all aim their rifles at him, he is instantly covered in lights. "Identify yourself." The sergeant of the kasrkin says in a real calm, cool voice. "Colonel Voroshilov!" He says, saluting " at your service!" He had obviously gotten into the booze stores upstairs. "Are you alone?" The sergeant asked. We turned the laser sights on at that moment, aimed directly at the kasrkin troopers...they realised they were screwed. Somebody giggled. The sergeant dropped his rifle, as did the rest of his troops, he took off his rebreather and helmet, smiling. He shook hands with Voroshilov and exchanged salutes. We walked from the darkness to greet our new allies. "Hello Comrads!" Johnny said, saluting. They just looked at us like freaks of nature. "What is it?" They raised their rifles, they seemed to aim at us, we werent sure...we drew our guns, they fired first... Nobody was killed, well, none of us... we look behind us, there were about a dozen infected...they had come from the upper levels, obviously being drawn down here by the noise of their entry. We all shared a sigh of relief, I think johnny nearly crapped his pants when the blast blew past his head. Voroshilov and the sergeant talked for a while, the troopers' valkarie was across the street, they had used a zip line to get in here. They climbed the ropes back across, there was something sinister about them, maybe it was that they were death squad members...something was very wrong... After a few minutes we heard the valkarie take off...but the sound never left our ears... Shining bright lights lit up the whole department store, the valkarie hovered there for a few minutes. "Everybody get the hell down!" Vlad shouts as the valkarie opens fire, auto rounds fly everywhere, me and Voroshilov hide behind a large metal cabinet as bullets ricochet off it, two hunter killer missiles stream in, miraculously flying through the windows on one side of the building and out the other, hitting another building. The shooting stopped for a few seconds. We all scrambled away from the scene, nobody was hurt, it was amazing, we hadnt been seen as we escaped to the staircase, now we couldnt be seen, but we werent sure what was upstairs. We heard footsteps as the valkarie left the scene. They came running through the 3 floor, finally reaching us... A small dog, appeared, his name was pockets. We decided to keep him, we found a large store of puppy chow on the upper levels. We were all paranoid now, scared and shocked, we packed our things and left to the highest level. It took us a day to reach the 140th floor... with all our stuff in tow we were exhausted. Pockets even carried his share of the load, we had strapped a few pairs of boots together and slung them around him, he had no problem hauling them for us, especially when ever few floors we would give him a treat or two. He kinda helped remind us of why we kept on fighting.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 17, 2007 13:45:05 GMT -5
Awsome!
i like the bit with the lift.
"The elevators we broke with grenades a long time ago, just in case one of them wanders in there and pushed a few buttons..."
You managed to get them sound so thick!
Aren't Karkrin specifically Cadian though.......?
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Post by Commissar on Sept 17, 2007 15:53:11 GMT -5
I figured they were considered spec ops anywhere under imperial rule. I didnt wanna say stormtroopers, sounds too star warsy. So, kasrkin, kinda like speznats.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Sept 19, 2007 10:53:49 GMT -5
dont worry the monium 37th are sending 2 companies worth of reinforcements to the planet. kill the zombies!!!!!
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