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Post by Mabus on Sept 19, 2007 14:07:46 GMT -5
Um, Hitler penned the phrase "storm trooper". It's true!
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Post by Commissar on Sept 19, 2007 15:54:48 GMT -5
LoL, thanks for the feedback and reinforcements!  Yeah I knew that the whermacht/Waffen SS had stormies before us or star wars. |
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 19, 2007 18:11:08 GMT -5
Update? and yes they did have the title"stormtroopers" .
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Post by Commissar on Sept 19, 2007 20:48:19 GMT -5
Yeah, I should update soon...
When I have time.
I will be able to get so much writing done come christmas, I'll have a laptop then.
So, stories galore.
But until then.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 19, 2007 21:37:09 GMT -5
;)I understand but I like sit and go back and forth between forums for hours so....gettin knida jumpy....
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Post by Commissar on Sept 20, 2007 7:33:27 GMT -5
Ah, I'll update soon!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2007 10:04:37 GMT -5
Um, Hitler penned the phrase "storm trooper". It's true! are you sure? he as only a unterofizzer during WWI, and thats when the first came into use. |
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Post by Commissar on Sept 20, 2007 16:14:13 GMT -5
Yes, yes, nazis and mini wheats.
Thats all fine and dandy.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 21, 2007 13:25:16 GMT -5
Nah, thinking about it Partsian is right.
Hitler didn't pen the word "Storm trooper" the brown shirts were around before Hitler became the leader of the German National workers party.
updates! nah, I'm kidding Commisar, take your time. These stories must take quite a while to type out......
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Post by Commissar on Sept 21, 2007 16:11:17 GMT -5
LoL, Not really, I sit down, I write what comes to mind.
Not much story planning at all.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 21, 2007 20:29:23 GMT -5
lol in that case.......UPDATES!.....jk(Dont hurt me  ) |
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Post by Commissar on Sept 21, 2007 23:33:54 GMT -5
If more of these death squads keep on showing up we're gonna be screwed.
Thats what we were all thinking at the moment.
But there seemed to be no reason in stating it.
We all seemed to know what eachother was thinking at the moment.
Voroshilov told us all that we were gonna try and hold up in the top floor, he said that is was a strategic advantage, if anybody came from the roof we could take em' out, and if need be, we could get upon the roof and hold up there for as long as need be.
We had started moving up.
The first few floors werent so bad, we were toting our guns around with us, so we got tired real quick...
But we would need it...
Little did we know some idiot bastard, probably that Janitor...
We came to the 100 something floor, I forget, but there was this noise that followed us, some little creaking at first, then we saw this, cadaverous, scrawny little turd in a green jump suit, he claimed to be an airborne trooper, but we could see that it was a janitors uniform, he even had his fricking mop and bucket, he was toting around this large autopistol, he turned it on Nikita, we all took aim and somebody musta slipped as we saw a flash, his arm, still gripping his pistol fell to the ground, blood spurting everywhere.
Major West smiled and holstered his smoking pistol as the bum writhed in pain on the floor.
He started jabbering about nonsense, it was all nonsense, he raved zombies over and over again, we just looked at him as if he was some kind of twisted imbecile.
We really should have listened, he was warning us of what was ahead, well not really warning us, laughing about what we'd find...
Nikita pulled out an autocarbine and blew apart his skull, silencing his cackles and twisted laughter with the sickening crunch of bone and the squish of brains as a round pops his head into chunks of pink and white.
Vlad started laughing then patted Nikita on the head and we kept on moving.
Johnny was getting increasingly paranoid, he clutched his rifle so tight I could swear he had left his finger prints permanently imprinted on the bloody thing.
We were going to rest for a while, just one more flight of stairs...
The door was chained shut, crammed with tools and chains, locks and all..
There was a sign above the door, "café"...
"What the hell?" Voroshilov said sarcastically pulling on the chains, rattling them.
Then we heard foot steps...
They were running...growling...snarling...screeching...
Thrashing at the door, banging at it so loud we thought the door might bust.
"Lets get the hell outta here!" Johnny said, shivering and quivering, freakin shaking as he spoke.
"Yeah, good plan..." Voroshilov said, banging on the door a few times smiling as the infected inside went even more berserk.
We were at the next door when we heard a large creak and a bang, chains rattling...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 23, 2007 18:11:46 GMT -5
ru-o,das not good............
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Post by Commissar on Sept 23, 2007 19:50:15 GMT -5
Lol, nope it sure isnt.
*Zombies flood the room*
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Post by Commissar on Sept 25, 2007 18:01:23 GMT -5
They doors crashed down, sliding down the stairs, banging and rattling, one of those bastards had gotten snared on the chains and as soon as the dorrs slammed against the wall at the landing, he flew forward and completely smashed his head apart.
The others races frantically up the stairs after us tripping over eachother and falling over, we fired off a few rounds, dropping four of them.
Voroshilov pushed on the door, it wouldnt budge.
He tried again, nothing.
He booted it, once, twice, three times as hard as he could as we fired down upon the oncoming creatures he started screaming, swearing, as he kicked the door rapidly.
"Lets frickin go!" West shouted over the shooting and booting.
Sergei tossed a grenade after dropping a few, they all fell back over eachother, swarming around in a pile with a live grenade directly underneath them.
Nearly all of us were up the stairs.
"Three!" Sergei was counting, laughing while he did.
We took a few more steps.
"Two!" Then there was a massive boom.
The stairs shook, we braced against the railing as limbs flew up from the floor below.
"Short fuse, comrade?" Voroshilov said jokingly.
We kept pace up as growling and snarling chased us up the steps, pushed us.
We arrived at another door, Johnny knocked on the door, we all looked at him like he was nuts...
He pressed his head up against the door, waiting for a response, even as the growling from below grew closer.
Then the door shook as infected from the inside tried to get at us,despite the 4 inches of steel between us and them.
"Why the hell are the upper levels crawling with them?" Sergei asked, reloading his autorifle.
"I guess people tried to get away from them by fleeing to the top floors..." Vlad said.
Sergei tossed another grenade below us, after a few seconds there was no loud boom, no shaking...
There was a small crack and smoke filled the stairwell.
"God damnit Sergei I should shoot you right now!" Vlad said as we all looked for a way out.
The Major had found a vent, he guided us into it, we didnt have any clue where it lead, finally it came to an end, we were in a department store display, it around this little fake bedroom was glass, but outside of this glass we could see nothing but infected...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 26, 2007 22:09:58 GMT -5
kewl
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Post by Commissar on Sept 27, 2007 16:07:06 GMT -5
Lol, thanks.
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Post by Commissar on Oct 1, 2007 16:54:22 GMT -5
Nikita dropped a flashlight, it clanged around on the stamped metal of the ventalation shaft.
We heard screaming, then banging.
The glass shattered as dozens of infected races to us.
They pulled at the grate, their fingernails snapping off from months of rot, their skin peeled off and dropped.
Nikita pried at the grate, holding it as tight as she could, her fingers began to bleed as she squeezed the metal blinds.
Finally she slipped up, the grate was pulled into the crowd.
Rotten, decaying arms grabbed and slammed at her, they got hold of her hair and her neck, they dragged her out as Sergei lost grip on her arm.
He drew his auto pistol and started firing at them as they crawled into the grate.
We heard her scream something.
Then There was a large blast, she had gotten free of them and had run a little bit before she pulled the pins on all 4 of her grenades...
We were shielded from the explosion by the small wall of corpses sergei had made.
"Holy damnit!" Vlad shouted.
We had a moment of silence for Nikita, then we had to move out as more of them started trying to get through the grate.
As we scrambled through the vents trying to find a possible exit, we could see that many of them were opening the surrounding grates and trying to crawl in.
We booked it until we came to a small hatch.
The Major blasted a hole in the lock and pushed it open, it led to nowhere.
A shaft, with a small ladder.
It was an emergency exit, one long ass ladder going from the tip of the building to the gritty bowels of the basement.
We were going up.
We discarded many of our heavier weapons and took only what was necessary.
This climb took us hours.
Nobody said a word, Nikitas death had put us all in a pretty bad place.
I was surprised that there werent more casualties, nearly two dozen of us and only a few casualties along the way.
One of the troopers had mentioned that he was afraid of heights before we took to the ladder.
"Dont be a pussy!" somebody shouted, half jokingly as we all wanted to get the hell outta there before more twists crawled through the vents.
Well, he was certainly afraid of heights.
Some body told him not to look down, of course thats what he does...
The poor bastard slipped on the railing and fell down the black abyss, screaming the whole way down, we could hear him for a good 8 minutes before it stopped.
A few hours go by, we are nearly at the top...
The major scurries up the ladder and blows open the hatches lock, he pops the hatch and looks around.
It is dawn and birds are flying through the air.
We all make our way up to the roof.
The Major and Colonel checked the exit doors, made sure they were locked and ordered men to set up gun posts.
Sergei hadnt said a word the whole time, he just kept to himself.
We sat around, not knowing what was going to happen...
Then there was a gun shot.
"What the hell?" Voroshilov shouted, leaping up from the gun post.
We saw blood on the railing, sergei had put his pistol in his mouth and had fallen off the building...
Brains and blood, chunks of skull covered the edge of the building.
Minutes later we could hear powerful engines...
A valkarie gunship squadron flew past.
Then a small lander stopped in the center of the building, armed men, we werent sure who they were...decorated with medals, purity seals, and many imperial insignia all over their black fatigues and armour.
An inquisitor agent stepped from the door of the ship.
"What are you men doing out here?" He demanded.
"Fighting the infection, sir!" Voroshilov said, giving him a hasty salute.
The Agent looked about us, looked at our weary, starved comrads.
"How long have you men been out here?" He asked.
"We have lost count sir, since the infection broke out." Voroshilov replied. "We've had to fight off those death squads as well, for our own survival..."
"I see..." He said, looking about us some more.
He didnt say anything else.
The stormtroopers, clad in black, inquisition forces, had ushered us into the lander.
The lander took off right away.
We flew over the wall to safety in mere minutes...
Below we could see inquisition forces combined with the existing planetary defences clearing the streets.
End.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 2, 2007 15:26:34 GMT -5
uh.......ok
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Post by Commissar on Oct 2, 2007 18:06:43 GMT -5
Yes!
Its over, I guess, well, this story...I was getting bored with it...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 2, 2007 18:32:58 GMT -5
You always do..............so whats next?
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Post by Commissar on Oct 2, 2007 23:09:01 GMT -5
Well, gotta end it some time.
And I didnt want them all to end up dead...ish...
So, who knows, maybe they live?
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 2, 2007 23:21:23 GMT -5
possibla What next for your superb writing skillz!?
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Post by Commissar on Oct 3, 2007 8:50:29 GMT -5
I dunno.
Maybe more zombiesss!
Something to tie up the safron V thing.
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Post by Mabus on Oct 3, 2007 14:28:23 GMT -5
Just finish it with the Inquisition laying waste to the planet with orbital bombardments and the like, if it was true that's what would likely happen. If you don't like that you could even try adding some marines.
I dunno, don't listen to me!
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