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Father, Son, and Holy Spirit: The Birth of the Holy Empire

“…Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth." 27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. 28 And God blessed them, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth." 29 And God said, "Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit; you shall have them for food. 30 And to every beast of the earth, and to every bird of the air, and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food." And it was so. 31 And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, a sixth day.”

However, It was in fact man who created for the world for himself. It is man who first forged swords with which to spill his blood. It was man who created the beaches upon which to spill this blood, and the city streets in which to do battle. It was man who created tanks, and aeroplanes, and rifles so that he may slaughter with efficiency, and finally, it was man who created for himself God, that he may war under the name of the Almighty.

Part One: Born of Squalor

He stood on his overturned box, in the street, in the middle of a run down slum in Generia City. He was a short, squat, bald man who wore a worn brown robe, tied simply with a leather belt, most likely a gift (or a stolen prize). The man’s small stature betrayed him, in that his voice was a great bellow, loud and moving, evident in the way the crowd reacted when he spoke, keeping dead silence, eyes wide, absorbing and digesting each word, phrase, sentence, paragraph of his speech.

This was unusual in such a crowd, a typically rowdy bunch of slum rats, dressed in worn clothing, with ruggedly defined features. Some had pistols strapped to their legs in either leather belts or, for the better off, legitimate holsters, hand me downs or lucky finds. Some even had shotguns slung across their backs like some impoverished paladin, ready to protect his poor prefecture and his way of life.

These were the slum crowds, the unwashed masses, the salt of the Earth. They were the denizens of the other part of the Generian cities. Most had little more than the clothes, and in some cases weapons, on their backs. They lived from day to day, searching for work, scrounging, stealing, begging, surviving as well as they could. They were a hard lot, not happy, but not miserable either. They accepted their lot in life, and made the most of it. Sometimes, one could occasionally find joy in the faces of one of these noble peasants, as they caroused at a bar, or in the streets during a holiday, drinking, dancing, making love. So was the life of a ‘slum.’

Now, however, their faces were still as they listened to the rotund man on the upturned box. The man was one of the cloth. He was a friar. Like most friars, he was not affiliated with any particular church, nor was he a local man. He lived as a mendicant, traveling from town to town, begging, preaching, performing marriages. He went by the name of ‘John,’ oddly enough choosing the English version over the name’s Slavic counterpart, and more easily pronounced ‘Ivan.’ The man, being a traveler, was also quite familiar with every major city’s bars (and barmaids).

However, now he was away from the release of his evening activities, and was instead busy with the Lord’s work.

“Generians! Generians! Hear me! Hear me good people! Have you not seen what is around you? Have you not opened your eyes to the squalor you live in? Do you not see fit to ask yourself ‘what has caused this squalor?’ Do you not lie awake at night, curious as to why you are covered in filth? Why you feel the rumble of hunger pangs in the depths of you belly?

I know that you have, for I have as well. I know also that some of you ask yourselves another question. Perhaps in the moments of uncertainty, you ask yourself ‘Where is God today’?

Do not deny it! We have all, in our hours of despair doubted the Almighty’s presence. There is no shame in this! However! However, one must not excuse oneself so lightly.
Just as the prostitute holds her sins beneath her breasts, feeling the pain of God in her soul, one must seek forgiveness from the Almighty after one would doubt his presence.

He is indeed present, my brothers and sisters! One must know that heaven is above, always watching you. You see, for it is not God who’s presence must be questioned, but instead the presence of mankind. You must prove to the Deity that you exist! Prove it by doing his work!

What would his work be, you ask? Heretics!”

The man spat out the word as if it were poisonous to the taste.

“There are those, my brethren, who would deny the Generian Orthodox Church as the one true Church of the Lord our God. They are disgusting, vile people, friends. Evil, despicable beings, creatures cursed by God, born of Cain. They stalk your slums, and prey on your souls. They may look like you and I, but they are not! No, it would be an offense to our souls to say that they were. They are shapeshifters all, who take on the appearance of our friends, family, counterparts. They take the jobs adjacent to us, they take our positions in society, just as we do. They do everything they can to assimilate themselves into our lives, so that they may spread the corruption of Satan, and doom us all! Doom us to a life of hellfire and madness! Madness!”

The crowd was aghast at the terrible words the man spoke, and the passion and fervor with which he spoke them. Men leaned back, eyes wide in terror, already feeling the flames of hell licking at their back. Women covered their mouths, mothers held their children close. The friar continued to bellow.

“But all is not lost! No, not at all! Do not fear, my flock, for there is a way to protect yourselves! There is a sanctuary for your souls! Take refuge, brethren, in the Generian Orthodox Church! She is the only one that can save you from the evil of the heretical mass! Go to her! She will aid you with her armies of the holy men who will cleanse you souls. But, you must in return shed your own evil, shed your own corruption! You must give unto the Church that which the heretical society has bestowed upon you, that these objects of Lucifer may be forever cleansed of their evil, and put to the use of good.

Render unto the church your earnings, your tokens…your stolen goods! Only then may you be saved, your indulgence rewarded, your absolution insured.

Heed my words, Generians! Heed my words! Time is not forever! Go now! Go forth and do God’s work!”

The crowd, still wide-eyed, and mouth agape began to back away, and scurry home, or off to the ramshackle nearby church to pray for deliverance from the demonic heretics.

Several people approached the friar as he stepped down from his box, dropped to their knees, and scattered coins, bills, and other tokens at his feet. He made the sign of the cross in the air above their heads, and told them to rise. They did so, heads bowed, eyes averted from God’s agent. As they backed away, and finally turned to leave, the Friar bent to pick up the valuables, grinning. It had been another successful sermon. Heretics and hellfire. Always a recipe for success. Now the church would grow a little richer, and he would be able to adjourn to the nearest bar for a night of drinking, and enjoying the company of the local whores.

OOC: WAr against the heretics? I suppose.

Kick-ass, Generia!

*TAG*

Kick-ass, Generia!

*TAG*

((OOC: Thanks.))

Hmm. Sounds like Catholic preaching of old. Will there be an Inquisition? Oppression of the masses oh wait look who I'm talking to GENERIA! Me thinks that this Friar just needs drinking money so he scares the masses into funding him. The whores of the town will be payed with the poor miller's money. Am I right?

Will this eventually involve blowing stuff up or shooting things? Either way, it's still a damn cool thread. :cool:

bump

OOC:Hurry up and get to the killing so I can test my new tanks out and introduce the cathilic extremeist side to my people.

Matraguay is a secular nation but we are also 87% roman catholic in populous, we extend our hand to this new nation however our government does not partake in any religious affairs.

Indulgences=Lots of money, good ploy Generia.

In the office of the President Damon

"Sir! We have troubling reports from our spies inside Generia! It seems as if the Generian Orthodox Church, or at least some of its more charismatic members, are recruiting Generians for a 'War on Heresy'! said the aide to President Damon.

"E-gads! Hurry, we must seek guidance from the badgerlord! TO THE TEMPLE!" said the president, and the President and his aide jumped into his limo and drove to the "Holy Quarter" of Boston.

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In the Temple of the Badgerlord(A.K.A. Fenway Park)

The Limo stopped outside of the grand temple. As the president got out, 20 armed zealots stepped out of seemingly nowhere to crowd around him. He then walked into the majestic halls of the building. All around him were statues of the Great Badgerlord, and at the Far-End was a massive Gold-Plated statue of the Badger Lord and his battleaxe, Keenia. Next to him were the two silver-plated mushrooms of good and evil. As the president approached the statue, 5 heavily armored Xorqons approached. The Xorqons were a race fo biologically engineered people designed during the Fourht Empire, under the reign of the Emperor Fabian. "What buisiness do you have with the Almighty one?" the captain of the guard said.
"I see the council of the holy one! Pagans are preaching heresy in Generia and we are udner threat!" replied the president.
"Alright, you may pass".
The presideng then opend a door inside of the stomach of the Badgerlord Statue, and he and the 5 Xorqons entered the catacombs in which the Badgerlord lies.

In the Hall of the Holy One

After 20 minutes, the president finally arrived at the Hall of the Holy One. At the far end lay a door, encrusted in gold. Once the men reached the door, the captain of the Xorqons ordered his men to stop. "Only you may pass, Lord Damon. Only you have the power to awaken the Badgerlord." and then he and his men disappeared into the shadows. The president turned the door-knob and....

Three Hours Later

The president emerged from the Catacombs and stated that he was "instructed by the Badger lord to raise an army of Religious Zealots to combat the Pagans of Generia." The president then left the Temple and drove away to the Presidential Palace.

OOC: One. I didnt tell you what was in the room because its a surprise O_o. Two. these people call the Generians "Pagans" because they dont worship the Badgerlord. Three. If you want to see the "Holy Song" of the badgerlord ill have a link up shortly :D

OOC: Our peninsula is full of messed up governments :p j/k.

John stumbled through the streets, drunk after a night funded by his false sermon earlier. As he made his way to the house of ill respute around the next street, a shadow detached itself from the wall in the ally.
Through his drunk stupor, John's instincts managed to get a message to his dulled concienceness and he looked round, then increased his pace. So then did the moving shadow, to the accompanyment of a dull hiss.
Now John knew somebody was following and drew his long blade knife from under his robes, he began to sober up instantly.
'Who is there? Show yourself' John spoke to the darkness in the alley.
The shadow moved into the light. It was an unusually tall cloaked figure whos clothing reached to the floor, and covered his face under a hood.
A voice with a slight mettalic ring resonated from the hood and spoke to John.
'You preach of heretics, yet you, the preacher, indulge in heretical activity. Why is this?'
'I do not have to explain myself to you' Said john spitting at the strangers feet.
'We all have to answer sometime, be it to ourselves or to the hand of god.' The stranger replied. 'Draw your weapon, so I may see.'
'Why?'John asked, a note of uncertainty in his voice.
'I will not kill an unarmed man, heretic or not.'
Johns alchohol fueled anger took over and he launched himself at the figure. The figure leapt to the size at the last moment to avoid johns blade, his speed betraying his size. After a while, the combat had been infuriating for john, the figure avoided every blow while not launching his own.
Eventually the blade found its mark, but instead of sinking home, it reflected off with a clang. John stepped back in amazement and fear.
The figure cast off its cloak revealing a tall man in armour, pipes leading round the joints, and a half mask covered the lower part of his face.
Then the figure stepped forward, picked up the hereic priest in one hand, and cast him against the wall. John hit it with boneshattering force and crumpled to the floor like a broken doll.
The armoured man walked over to the body and knelt by it, making the sign of the holy cross on its chest.
'you have been judged'

Another job done by the tech priests of the Commonwealth of staggering fools. Hehe

OOC: Alright. You kind of took control of Generics dude. You could probably do that, but step by step. He has to control his dude.

OOC: SUPER-:tagged:

OOC: Alright. You kind of took control of Generics dude. You could probably do that, but step by step. He has to control his dude.
Sorry, I'm a writer, I get carried away with the characters.


Hmm, yea, rethought it now and it wasnt really fair to kill of a character without consent, if the controller is desperate we can arrange for a way John can come back.

ooc: Very nice RP. Assuming your still in control of Azerbaijan, it could get very intresting.

bump

Nothings happening here, anyone?

Nothings happening here, anyone?

((OOC: Nice writing. I enjoyed it, but I really can't have you killing off that guy, since he is my character, and I need him to further the story. Sorry.

To everyone else, I've been out for a day and a half, so i haven't been working on anything new for this. Also, it may take me a while to post in this thread, since I'm taking a lot of time writing each part, plus I have some other new ideas that i'm working on. Thanks for the warm response though!))

To:Generic Empire Leadership
From:The president of Newarkbeth Eloy J

While we are pleased that you have become a Christian Nation I wish to remind you that Jesus did not destroy heretics he tried to help them. He was the healer to their soul. He ate with the tax collectors the prostitutes and told them about the father. He preached the Holy word to pagans. He helped them reach salvation. Thus having said this you should not destroy your heretics but try to save them.

To:Generic Empire Leadership
From:The president of Newarkbeth Eloy J

While we are pleased that you have become a Christian Nation I wish to remind you that Jesus did not destroy heretics he tried to help them. He was the healer to their soul. He ate with the tax collectors the prostitutes and told them about the father. He preached the Holy word to pagans. He helped them reach salvation. Thus having said this you should not destroy your heretics but try to save them.

((OOC: Oh yeah. I forgot. The Empire is not a holy Empire yet. This whole thing is just a tiny, disjointed, grassroots movement in one or two major city slums. This is going to be pretty long and involved, so make sure you read the posts if you're going to follow it. Thanks much.))

OOC: Ya I was wondering where you've been, I was waiting for you to show up in Massive Purges thread, knowing that your not one to miss out on the subjugation of sovreign nation.

Anyway,the Generic Empire sure goes through alot of changes.

OOC: Ya I was wondering where you've been, I was waiting for you to show up in Massive Purges thread, knowing that your not one to miss out on the subjugation of sovreign nation.

Anyway,the Generic Empire sure goes through alot of changes.

((OOC: You ain't seen nothin' yet.))

Thats true.

((OOC: You ain't seen nothin' yet.))

OOC: As long as you don't go commie on me then I'm ready to see what happens this time.

OOC: As long as you don't go commie on me then I'm ready to see what happens this time.

((OOC: God no! I'm not a madman. Well, maybe a little, but that's beside the point!))

OOC: Uugghh, Commie.

OOC: Theoretically, wouldn't it be interesting if all three of us went commie, imagine how the balance of power in NS would shift. But then I'd have to call everyone comrade, ehhhh.

OOC: That would eb strange. We and our allies are keeping Capitalists in power.

I called someone Comrade once, on a t.v. projet for school. I dont think anyone noticed though.

Comrade, you sound communist.

It was funny. We were making a movie and I was laughing so hard I couldn't say his name. All I could say was Comrade, so I said it.

OOC: GEt back to the point, man! This isnt the "I once called somone a commie" post! ITS A HOLY REVOLUTION POST!

d00d. UUUBER shweet.

BTW_ You're still in control of Mozambique, correct? If you are, it seems as if my time for revenge is coming closer....

IC:

Outside of Das Kaffeehaus Vienna, Austria

It was a beautiful spring day in the Stadtpark area. The temperature was a mild 72 degrees(F), and the sun was shining. Outside Das Kaffeehaus, a small Cafe across the street from the Stadtpark, a man sat at a table reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. He was a fairly large man, at 6 feet tall. He had light blue eyes and golden blonde spiked hair, although you couldn't see it due to the fact that he had a hat on. Wearing a buisiness suit, most people gave him little thought, seeing how this was where buisiness men would gather or just relax. A few minutes after a waitress had came and re-filled his coffee, his phone rang.

"Hallo? Hallo, Normannisch! Was benötigen Sie?" Hello? Hi, Norman! What do you need? the man said.
"Ist diese Linie sicher?" Is this line safe? came the reply.
"Ja"Yes.
"Gut. Ich habe eine Mission für Sie." Good. I have a mission for you
"Was ist es?" What is it?
"Es gibt Mühe in den Elendsvierteln von Generia. Die Christen fungieren oben, WIEDER!" There is trouble in the slum areas of Generia. The Christians function, AGAIN!
"Fluch! I'm auf meiner Weise!" Damn! I'm on my way!

___Three Hours Later at Vienna International Airport___

The man from the cafe was preparing to board the airplane to Generia City. All he had with him was a laptop computer, a small suitcase with three changes of clothes, and what he was wearing. By now he had changed into casual clothes. He wore a T-Shirt that said "Arbeit bildet Sie frei!", shorts, and sunglasses. "Flug zur jetzt abreisenden Generia Stadt! The Flight to Generia City is now departing! Danke! Thank you!" said the intercom, and the man boarded the plane.

OOC: GEt back to the point, man! This isnt the "I once called somone a commie" post! ITS A HOLY REVOLUTION POST!

d00d. UUUBER shweet.

BTW_ You're still in control of Mozambique, correct? If you are, it seems as if my time for revenge is coming closer....

((OOC: Wirraway controls Mozambique now.))

((OOC: Wirraway controls Mozambique now.))

((OOC: WWWWWHHHHHAAATT?!?!?!?!? I guess im gonna have to glas... i mean NEGOTIATE with him now!))

OOC: Generia, are you gonna continue posting in here?

In the streets of every city’s slums, a movement was growing. Inspired by the passionate speeches of the migrant friars, the people were working themselves into a frenzy over the sins of the heretics. They longed for the day when they would see their sinful bodies hanging from the trestles of bridges, while their souls burned in the eternal furnace. On this particular night, in the street in front of a tenement block, that day drew closer.

He was a tall man, attractive of face and bold of speech. He was a laborer by day, and would-be crusader by night. His name was Arius Cassius Tonight, a large crowd had gathered before him to hear his speech, as usual.

“Brothers! It has been two weeks since we began to convene here, and still the heretics proliferate! Can you not see them in the streets? Can you not feel them behind you, waiting to corrupt your soul with their foul ideals? Brothers, I have had my fill of this! The time for talk is over! We must put a stop to their corruption! Let us take action now! Let us cleanse the land of the disgusting fools! Tonight, brothers! It begins tonight! Here! With this slum!”

The crowd roared their approval. They held weapons aloft, swords, sharpened pikes, baseball bats, shotguns, pistols, even a few submachine guns. The roar continued, echoing down the streets as the mob began to move. The Slum Crusade had begun.

They rampaged about the neighborhood, waving their weapons shouting into the night.

Death to the heretics! Death to the enemies of the Church! Let his name purify them!

The mobs reached the red light district, with it’s seedy bars and strip clubs. An angry group burst through the door of a bar, and brandished their weapons. Arius Cassius stood at their head, a shotgun leveled.

“Die enemies of Christ!”

He fired at a group of men and women, previously laughing drunkenly. The blood spattered onto the walls and floor, and the bodies were blown back like ragdolls. The other crusaders rushed into the establishment, firing and belaboring indiscriminately. As the bodies piled high, and the screams of the fleeing echoed into the night, Arius Cassius struck the bartender, who had been cowering behind the bar, with the butt of his gun. A crowd of crusaders dragged the man out into the street. A noose now hung from a lamp post. Cassius approached the bartender and spoke with fire in his eyes.

“In the name of Christ, I condemn you to death, oh merchant of sin!”

The man, wide eyed with terror, was hoisted up, the noose tied around his neck, and dropped. His legs kicked wildly, and then hung limp. Urine soaked the front of his pants. His bar was now ablaze behind him.

Throughout the night, the mob ‘purified’ the neighborhood. They slaughtered known atheists, protestants, and general detractors of the Generian Church. The streets ran red with the blood of the heretics. The bodies of men, women, and children were piled in the street, doused in gasoline, and set ablaze, the plumes of smoke drifting to the heavens.

((OOC: Is Alexei II the Emporer in this?))

((OOC: Is Alexei II the Emporer in this?))

((OOC: Yes, but it doesn't matter. For now, this is a story about the Church, the slums, and the people. The government has little influence over events.))

((OOC: Ah okay. And you'll be posting right now at the Nationalist thread right? :) ))

((OOC: Ah okay. And you'll be posting right now at the Nationalist thread right? :) ))

((OOC: I'm writing an English paper at the same time, so don't expect anything long and involved.))

"Hello and Welcome back to BIN.

Yesterday the flames of hell were extinquished as crusaders slew heretics, atheists, and basically enemies of the church in Generia. Most of Borman's christians share the religion of Generic Empire, and as such a like crusade is no doubt on the horizon. The soldiers at home have been deployed to the more important provinces and towns. The slums have been left unprotected and rumor is the soldiers are there to HELP the crusaders. It is know Bhalk is a strong christian and DESPISES atheists, this may be why. Also-"

"BITCH!"

"Jesus, how did you get in here?!"

On the left side of the screen several persons have emerged brandishing automatic weapons.

"We know what you did...HERETIC!"

Bullets ripped through her body as blood splattered onto the camera screen. THe guns turned on the crew as the news turned to static.

The movement had spread.

"Hello and Welcome back to BIN.

Yesterday the flames of hell were extinquished as crusaders slew heretics, atheists, and basically enemies of the church in Generia. Most of Borman's christians share the religion of Generic Empire, and as such a like crusade is no doubt on the horizon. The soldiers at home have been deployed to the more important provinces and towns. The slums have been left unprotected and rumor is the soldiers are there to HELP the crusaders. It is know Bhalk is a strong christian and DESPISES atheists, this may be why. Also-"

"BITCH!"

"Jesus, how did you get in here?!"

On the left side of the screen several persons have emerged brandishing automatic weapons.

"We know what you did...HERETIC!"

Bullets ripped through her body as blood splattered onto the camera screen. THe guns turned on the crew as the news turned to static.

The movement had spread.

((OOC: You da man! Get on AIM.))

OOC: I cant, I have to go to bed, and I am on the labtop.

The local SAVAK agent in Generia city looked out from his high rise condo at the fires and smoke coming from the slums. He ran back inside from his balcony towards the secure satellite phone. Next to his phone he could see the TV blaring about a ghetto-based religious crusade. The phone clicked to life, "Foxtrot, this is command, state reason of contact." The SAVAK agent spoke into the phone, "We have massive riots here, the entire red light district was destroyed by Christian nutballs." The SAVAK agent then sat in his chair and looked over at the picture of the prophet Zarathustra sitting over the stand to his Avesta.

The local SAVAK agent in Generia city looked out from his high rise condo at the fires and smoke coming from the slums. He ran back inside from his balcony towards the secure satellite phone. Next to his phone he could see the TV blaring about a ghetto-based religious crusade. The phone clicked to life, "Foxtrot, this is command, state reason of contact." The SAVAK agent spoke into the phone, "We have massive riots here, the entire red light district was destroyed by Christian nutballs." The SAVAK agent then sat in his chair and looked over at the picture of the prophet Zarathustra sitting over the stand to his Avesta.

((OOC: Don't worry. i'm not gonna massacre Zoroastians. They're just as good, if not better, than my Christians. I'm basically killing atheists and...well...everyone else.))

Generian Slums, 0100 Hours

Inside a run down apartment building, a secret society of Catholic extremists planned to strike down the heretics. There were five figures, clad in black capes and hoods, and large wooden crosses hanging on their necks, sitting around a table in a dimly lit room. On the table was a satchel charge, several XM8 compact carbines, a P90, several kevlar vests, and several SOCOM .45s. These were very well equiped terrorists.

"Brothers, you all know of the heathen revolt occuring in this very city," said one of the men in a low scratchy voice, "brothers, we must crush these heretics and their false church, God has decreed it."

"God has decreed it," responded the other four.

"There is a meeting of the heretics planned several hours from now, the Lord commands us to purge them."

OOC:GE, you want to RP your guys having the meeting so I can go bust it up?

In the Slums of Generia City

The man from the Cafe in Vienna, known only as "Agent Spitfire", had arrived in-country 7 hours previously. Once there, he hooked up with the local LSI team and headed towards the slums armed to the teeth. On the way, a massive riot had broken out, and bullets began to spray the car. The team had to jump out and began firing towards the attackers. Once they saw innocent women and children being shot at, they were pissed. "Son of a BITCH!" One member said when a mother carrying her son in her arms was stabed NINE times. The stabber didnt life for more than 3 seconds more.

It was now 0200 in the morning, and one team member was hurt badly. They had managed to take down over 70 rioters, and the riot had mostly left the area, but there were still scatered groups hiding and sniping at them. "Allright team, listen up. We are to take down the leader of the group, ASAP. Although that wont stop the movement, it will at least slow down the riot." "Alright sir!" came the reply, and the team began to move through the slums.

OOC: Generia, is this "crusader" important, or can i kill him? Either way, im gonna attack him, but if you dun want him to die they'll jus tkill a bunch of rioters instead.

In the Slums of Generia City

The man from the Cafe in Vienna, known only as "Agent Spitfire", had arrived in-country 7 hours previously. Once there, he hooked up with the local LSI team and headed towards the slums armed to the teeth. On the way, a massive riot had broken out, and bullets began to spray the car. The team had to jump out and began firing towards the attackers. Once they saw innocent women and children being shot at, they were pissed. "Son of a BITCH!" One member said when a mother carrying her son in her arms was stabed NINE times. The stabber didnt life for more than 3 seconds more.

It was now 0200 in the morning, and one team member was hurt badly. They had managed to take down over 70 rioters, and the riot had mostly left the area, but there were still scatered groups hiding and sniping at them. "Allright team, listen up. We are to take down the leader of the group, ASAP. Although that wont stop the movement, it will at least slow down the riot." "Alright sir!" came the reply, and the team began to move through the slums.

OOC: Generia, is this "crusader" important, or can i kill him? Either way, im gonna attack him, but if you dun want him to die they'll jus tkill a bunch of rioters instead.

((OOC: Yeah. I need him to further the story. Also, how the hell is everyone getting secial agents into my country armed to the teeth? You act like they wouldn't be noticed. I have an intelligence sevice too, you know.))

((OOC: Yeah. I need him to further the story. Also, how the hell is everyone getting secial agents into my country armed to the teeth? You act like they wouldn't be noticed. I have an intelligence sevice too, you know.))

OOC: Well, mine have been coming in since the first Generia-TLS war(You know, the one with the slaves?) And the people just come as regular tourists and such. They THEN buy heavy weapondry from people in the slums and such.

OOC: Well, mine have been coming in since the first Generia-TLS war(You know, the one with the slaves?) And the people just come as regular tourists and such. They THEN buy heavy weapondry from people in the slums and such.

((OOC: Ah, that makes sense. There are plenty of places to get first world military equipment in the slums, if you know where to look.))

((OOC: Ah, that makes sense. There are plenty of places to get first world military equipment in the slums, if you know where to look.))

OOC: =D

Bumpity bumpity bumpityyyyyyyyyyyy!!!1!1!!!!111111! O_o

((OOC: Yeah. I need him to further the story. Also, how the hell is everyone getting secial agents into my country armed to the teeth? You act like they wouldn't be noticed. I have an intelligence sevice too, you know.))

OOC: I have 5 SAVAK agents in your nation who look like employees to a Parthian company operating in GE. Mostly just because I need people on the ground in every nation to get special information, don't feel bad, I have them in very many nations.

OOC: I have 5 SAVAK agents in your nation who look like employees to a Parthian company operating in GE. Mostly just because I need people on the ground in every nation to get special information, don't feel bad, I have them in very many nations.

((OOC: No prob. Chances are my government knows about it, but doesn't do anything about it since we're allies and all. It's not the agents that puzzled me, but more the heavy military equipment.))

Generic! The war with Kahta has begun!

I am there

(Bump)

Sgt. Paulie gripped his XM8. His men were on their way to some slums near the capital city. They were riding in a Bhalk; the turret on top swiveled from side to side.

The Bhalk came to the slums and the door opened, but too late. They saw the first part of the crusade.

People with shotguns, handguns, torches, and pitchforks dragged peoples out of a whorehouse.

“You damn sinners. God shall send you to hell.”

A pitchfork was thrust into the neck of a woman and her head was then taken off. Bullets ripped through the rest as the killers then paraded on the corpses.

“Jesus, soldiers!”

Even though the men had not come to stop the riot, they were fired upon. Crusaders or heretics, the soldiers shot up the persons that shot them. They then began to patrol the city, which seemed to be descending into anarchy.
----------------------------------------------------
John ran down the ally, his feet expertly skirting all objects in his way.

Damn Heretic, he will pay with blood.

John cocked his shotgun as he started to catch sight of the atheist.

“Bitch! Your time is here!”

He put the gun up and took aim, however he had to take his sights off his feet. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

When he looked up he saw a door in the wall swinging closed. He got up and ran through.

Water dripped through the ceiling as he descended the stairs. Then he heard chanting and the room grew noticeable warmer.

He peeked through a door and saw the man he was chasing being led off by a man stepping from behind the desk. When they left he went in.

As soon as he entered he saw a pentagram on the ground. Torches burned all around and fireplaces were in all corners.

He quickly searched under the counter and pulled out another shotgun and a desert eagle. Then he heard footsteps.

John got back into the door he had come from and an opposing one opened to reveal the man from behind the desk. He came back and started writing in some book on the counter.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

John cocked the shotgun and aimed it at the mans head. He dropped the pen and le his arms go to his sides, they went to about a 10-degree angle. John saw his right arm move a bit as the fabric bent and twisted; he was searching for the gun.

“I..I..I-”

“I have it.”

John swung the shotgun onto his back and brought out the desert eagle.

“One more time.”

“I am the-”

The man turned and began to head for the door leading into the inner chambers. John spun the desert eagle and threw it at the back of the mans head. He fell on the floor as his hand went to feel the blood leaking out of the back of his head.

“You should have shot me.”

His blood-soaked hand wrapped around the handle and he aimed it at John. John took a couple paces forward; he was within a step and lunge of the men.

“Come closer and you will die!”

“Well…”

John took a step closer with his hand in his pocket. The man pulled the trigger, and heard the dull click.

“E..Empty.”

John fondled the clip he had withdrawn from his pocket.

“Us Christians are better than you, especially in intelligence.”

John withdrew a sodering iron and proceeded to stab the man in the face with it. He then produced a long dull blade and began to cut off the mans arms. Both his arms fell off as he then took of his legs as well.

While he still laid there alive John sat on top of his face and farted.

He got up as he saw what remained of the man go limp as blood started to fill the floor.

Luckily, the base of the door was several inches off the ground and as so now blood went to whatever was beneath it.

John approached the door and opened it slightly. Chanting grew deafening as John looked down. A shoddy staircase greeted him and a dank room was evident at the bottom, or was it.

John crawled forward and his head managed to catch sight of a group of persons.

In the middle of the large room was a massive pentagram with a man strapped down in the middle of it. Around it men sat it red robes holding candles. They were chanting some devil language as torches illuminated the rest of the room. One got up and drove a knife into the man strapped into the ground.

“Die Christian!”

“FOR GOD!”

John ran down and fired several shots from the desert eagle into several members. Their bodies slumped down and into the blood that had pooled into the edges of the carving of the pentagram. The other 20 or so members drew 2 inch blades form the folds of their robes, and charged John. He brought out both shotguns and fired them. He swung them around until the they were underneath his armpits. He pushed them back and heard them cock. They swung back and fired again. He then put one on his back and began to fire with the other one.

By this time the enemies were coming close. They threw knives, but it did not stop John.

He fired his shotgun, and fired, and fired, and fired. The men had closed in and stabbed the hell out of John. His body fell as the blood leaked into his weapons and followed the slant of the floor, pooling into the Pentagram.

Only 4 men remained and they turned to finish the work on their prisoner. They resumed chanting when Christians charged down the stirs.

“Shit, Its John.”

The men fired several times and let the heretics fall dead. They gathered John, his body, and the body of the sacrifice and brought them out.

When they surfaced they found hell on earth.

OOC: Just to say, TLS, you don’t have anyone in my empire. Except for the gap I will soon create to allow a thread to be real my intelligence agencies are numerous and check each other and everyone. EVEN the emperor.

OOC: Just to say, TLS, you don’t have anyone in my empire. Except for the gap I will soon create to allow a thread to be real my intelligence agencies are numerous and check each other and everyone. EVEN the emperor.

OOC: I didn't plan on having anyone in your empire! At least not anyone who's still employed by us. There are rumors a few rouge mercenaries are hiding somewhere in your slums but by now they're all either old farts or dead =D.

OOC: Lol, okay.

In the Secret meetinghouse

Agent Spitfire sat alone in the room. The others had not arrived, but not that many were left anyways. Origionally with 14 people here, only 4 remained. The other 10 had died in the awfull slums of Generia City. ALthough they had heavy weaponry, so did the Rioters. They had managed to kill maybe 100-250 of them, but there were just too many. And then one of the agents tried to kill their leader. He pulled out his sword and said, "Prepare to die, you Fanatical scum!" and ran towards the leader. He only said "Foolish Sinner! Only the Idiotic use swords!" and promptly blew his head off.

OOC: sorry it was so short. It was more of a "bump" post.

A cloaked figure stepped into the doorway of one of the many whore houses of the nieghborhood. A scantily clad women sauntered over to him and stepped up to him, playing with the edge of his all covering robe.
'Well, and what can we do fr a man such as yourself?' She asked provocatively.
The figure looked out of his hood at the girl and took hold of her wrist, then moved it back down beside her.
'May god forgive you my child, I know not why I do.' Said a metallic voice from under the hood.
Then the figure cast of his robes and hood and revealed the visage of Andreus, tech priest of the Commonwealth.
'Hear me reavelers of the satans gifts, repent and be saved!' He said. The patriots of the brothel laughed in mockery at him in response.
Andreus wondered again why he was helping these sinners, yet a life was a life, and he was bound by his oaths to preserve it.
'You must flee from this place, before others come with my words to you, but without the option and more bloodlust! They come to purge your flesh by filling it with lead, you must follow me or be slain!.'
Just then the sounds of gunshots from outside filtered in to the people in the brothel and a few screams were given by the whores.
'Here, flee or be killed, I shall defend you as long as I may' He motioned to the doorway.
Trousers were hastily gathered and a flow began to emerge from the brothel of terrified peoples.
One of the fanatics rounded a corner at the end of the street with an automatic in hand. Andreus spotted him and sprinted towards him as silent as his metallic leg would allow.
'Lord god, forgive me for what I am about to do' Andreus ran by the man, arm extended so he knocked the man unconcious with a ringing clang. The man slumped to the floor without even a groan.
The fanatics companions noticed Andreus and opened fire on him, a few bullets richocheyed off the metal plates that covered some of his body, but one hit the top of his leg, spraying blood. Andreus turned and ran, darting(or hobbling) up an alley, taking several twists and turns so as to be safe from discovery.

OOC: those fanatics were just general fanatics, noones in particular, and I posted this just to keep my character in the game so to speak.

Secret TLS meeting house

"Well, i got some good news guys." said agent Spitfire to the remaining 3 teammates. "We recently went to war against Muru. After getting nuked and Xeraph invaded, we promplty invaded. We only lost 27 million people so far."
"Only 27 million? Thats 'nutin. You shoulda seen the Generia War, man!" said the heavy weapons expert, "Sparks". His skin was as brown as coffee, and he was built like a tank.
"Yeah, well, you'd better be thankful we only lost 27 million, Sparks. I hear they hit Williamston REAL bad."
"Oh no..." replied Sparks in a solemn tone.
"Alright, back to buisiness." Spitfire then took out a map of the city.
"The rioting took place here, here, and here. As far as we can tell, the Generic Army has done precious little in trying to stop the riots."
"Thats where we come in." said a shadowy figure stepping otu of the background. Actually, that was his name. Shadow


---due to personal reasons, i cannot finish this post now.---

The sunlight creeped through the empty streets of the Generia City slums, bathing the crimson blood that soaked every inch of concrete in bright light. Wooden crosses stood in the streets, bloody corpses hanging from them. Limbs and mangled bodies lay piled in alleys and in plain view, occasionally with spikes protruding from them, a severed head impaled upon each. Plumes of grey smoke drifted towards the heavens from the burning hulks of bars and clubs. Silence was rule here, as the purification of this slum had come to an end.

Elsewhere, the word of the great purification was spreading. As night fell, the scene repeated itself in the slums of other major cities, to less extreme degrees. As morning fell, Imperial police officers would find grisly murder scenes, bodies dismembered, disembowled, nailed to wooden crosses, the words ‘Heretic’, or ‘Sinner’ scrawled in blood across their chests.

In a Generia City apartment, Bishop Alexius Markus Destus paced back and forth before the large window. He could see the smoke rising above the buildings, and hear the wail of sirens below. Occasionally, an unmarked armored van would drive by in the street below, heading for the scene of the riot. The bishop paused, and wrung his hands nervously.

He walked over to a table where a small wooden box lay, and opened it. He removed a fat Cuban cigar and popped it between his lips. He reached for a match, struck it on the table, and lit the cigar, inhaling deeply. He breathed out a wring of smoke, which wreathed his face and filled the apartment with the cigar’s strong aroma.

“What the hell am I supposed to do about this?”

Another man who had been sitting silently in a stuffed armchair, sat up and spoke.

“Why should we worry? They’re not our people.”

“But how is it going to look if these maniacs start a Holy War? Who are they going to blame? The church obviously!”

“Perhaps you are not looking at this in the right way. This may just be a blessing.”

“A blessing! What are you talking about? Preposterous!”

“What if this succeeds?”

“Succeeds! Have you taken leave of your senses?!”

“Think about it. A Holy Empire could be good for us all. Think of the influence the church would have.”

“Are you saying we should support them?”

“They are fighting for us. It would be against the will of God to do anything else.”

“Don’t bring God into this! This is murder!”

“But it is murder for the glory of the Almighty.”

The bishop puffed again on the cigar.

“Perhaps.”

Inside the TLS meeting house. Continued

"Seeing how this movement is a threat to Lightning Starian Interests, and the Generians seem to be hisitant in putting down such a popular movement, the only way we can stop this is by ourselves." Shadow stated.

"What do you propose we do?" said Sparks.

"Simple," replied Shadow. "Assassinate the higher-ups. We can't target the bishops or anything, but we can target captains or minor head figures. We have to keep the head leaders alive though, at least at first."

"But Assassination is your job, how are we gonna do it?"

"Simple. All you need to do is blow them up in the streets. You know enough
about concelment that you could even fire an RPG at them and not get caught."

"Alright. I don't like it one bit, but thats our only choice."

OOC: I presume you see no problem in me killing minor leaders, right? Like lower monks or crusaders? Besides, it'll add alot more realism to the thing. You can't make ALL your leaders invulnerable.

Inside the TLS meeting house. Continued

"Seeing how this movement is a threat to Lightning Starian Interests, and the Generians seem to be hisitant in putting down such a popular movement, the only way we can stop this is by ourselves." Shadow stated.

"What do you propose we do?" said Sparks.

"Simple," replied Shadow. "Assassinate the higher-ups. We can't target the bishops or anything, but we can target captains or minor head figures. We have to keep the head leaders alive though, at least at first."

"But Assassination is your job, how are we gonna do it?"

"Simple. All you need to do is blow them up in the streets. You know enough
about concelment that you could even fire an RPG at them and not get caught."

"Alright. I don't like it one bit, but thats our only choice."

OOC: I presume you see no problem in me killing minor leaders, right? Like lower monks or crusaders? Besides, it'll add alot more realism to the thing. You can't make ALL your leaders invulnerable.

((OOC: No problem. It shouldn't affect my plans. I'm through with everyone i've mentioned so far now, so killing them is no biggie. The only reason i'd make any of my guys 'invulnerable' would be if they were essential to the plot.))

((OOC: No problem. It shouldn't affect my plans. I'm through with everyone i've mentioned so far now, so killing them is no biggie. The only reason i'd make any of my guys 'invulnerable' would be if they were essential to the plot.))

OOC: Heh heh heh, this is gonna be sweet.

I got dibs on the riot-starting crusader guy!(not John)

OOC: Heh heh heh, this is gonna be sweet.

I got dibs on the riot-starting crusader guy!(not John)

((OOC: Go ahead.))

OOC: Awesome

Andreus stumbled through an alley, his leg bleeding fast. He slumped against a wall and breathed heavily after finally losing his pursuers.
'Lord, why must I go through this for such sinners?' He shook his head and reached for a pack on his belt. He took out a bandage and a clear gel and began to treat his wound, when he was done and the painkilling gel had taken effect he took out a pair of thin tongs from the pack. He sat down on a wooden crate in the alley and gritted his teeth,he took a breath and thrust them into the bullet hole, pain seared along his cybernetically repaired nerves, even through the gels effects. He took hold of the bullet and began to slowly pull on the tongs, at that point the cybernetic repairs on his cortex registered an exess of pain level and the nerves were shut down in his leg. Andreus felt this and pulled out the bullet easier and tossed it behind him with a sigh of relief at removing the lead intrusion.
He inspected the result of the operation and decided it probably looked worse than it was and walked out into the street. His left leg was numb as if it had been amputated but he walked fine.
The sight that met him was not a pleasant one.
Crusifictions, messages in blood and maimed corpses littered the slum, the whole area looked like a bloody wound in the city. Andreus walked among them slowly, muttering prayers for gods forgiveness of man and his atrocities to himself. He was shocked to even see a child of around five amongst the dead, laying on the street head caved in.
He happened to pass under a window as he walked dumbstruck through the bloodbath and heard a conversation.....
"Simple," replied Shadow. "Assassinate the higher-ups. We can't target the bishops or anything, but we can target captains or minor head figures. We have to keep the head leaders alive though, at least at first."
Andreus listened under the window for a moment, back pressed against the wall, listening to the hienous plans being concieved. Then he ran off into the shadows hoping to warn some of the targeted men before it was too late.

bump

OOC:Can I send my super-christian ninjas to wreak havok and stuff?

OOC:Can I send my super-christian ninjas to wreak havok and stuff?

OOC: hmm, 'ninjas?', 'liberal crusaders' perhaps. Just picking at nits :D

bump

OOC:Can I send my super-christian ninjas to wreak havok and stuff?

((OOC: Sounds like awesomeness.))

So folks. Yoda walks into a bar.

He says, "Bump."

"Thank you!"

OOC: Recognize this GE?"

OOC: Now I won't be no holy crusader..but if you guys need images of inqusitor like people..I can quite a few..so just ask if ya need

So folks. Yoda walks into a bar.

He says, "Bump."

"Thank you!"

OOC: Recognize this GE?"

((OOC: It's only one of you and James's most famous lines.))

Yup, HIlarious.

In a Church in the Generia Slums

Shadow moved swiftly and silently on the beams on the roof. Looking down, he saw a man walking up to the podium to speak.

"Christian Brothers and sisters, here me now! As of this moment, sinners run our very country! They run the buisiness', they run the military, they run everything! They put us, the true believers, in these slums! But no more, i say! We must rise up against our pagan masters, and restore true christianity to the land!"

The response was a deafening roar from the crowd. As the man continued speaking, Shadow loaded up his dart gun and aimed it.

"So, my Brothers and sisters, will you join the cause? Will you rise with us, to make this land into the realm of god?"

Then, Shadow fired. First, the man thought it was just a mosquito bite. But then his vision went red, and he heard drops. Then, as he looked to see his shirt, he fell down. Blood poured from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. A giant pool of blood soon encircled his head.

"These people have heard too much, they must be destroyed." Shadow said to himself. He then threw grenades down below and jumped out of the window. Quickly, he locked the door to the church, and threw fire bombs in through the windows(which were 30 feet up so no one could reach them.).

Within 5 minutes, they were all dead. Well, thats 100 less enemies i have to deal with.

In a Church in the Generia Slums

Shadow moved swiftly and silently on the beams on the roof. Looking down, he saw a man walking up to the podium to speak.

"Christian Brothers and sisters, here me now! As of this moment, sinners run our very country! They run the buisiness', they run the military, they run everything! They put us, the true believers, in these slums! But no more, i say! We must rise up against our pagan masters, and restore true christianity to the land!"

The response was a deafening roar from the crowd. As the man continued speaking, Shadow loaded up his dart gun and aimed it.

"So, my Brothers and sisters, will you join the cause? Will you rise with us, to make this land into the realm of god?"

Then, Shadow fired. First, the man thought it was just a mosquito bite. But then his vision went red, and he heard drops. Then, as he looked to see his shirt, he fell down. Blood poured from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. A giant pool of blood soon encircled his head.

"These people have heard too much, they must be destroyed." Shadow said to himself. He then threw grenades down below and jumped out of the window. Quickly, he locked the door to the church, and threw fire bombs in through the windows(which were 30 feet up so no one could reach them.).

Within 5 minutes, they were all dead. Well, thats 100 less enemies i have to deal with.


Andreus ran round the corner, hearing that this would be where one of the targets would be. The view that met him was of hidious carnage, limbs literally blown out of thier sockets, evident craters showed explosives were used in the slaughter.His stomach lurched realising how he was too late.
He looked round for a second wondering how anyone could bring themselves to commit such an atrocity, then his eyes caught on the thing he was searching for, a man in a preachers robes lying dead on what was left of a podium. He walked over to the corpse and knealt by it.
'By the father, son and holy spirit may your soul find a better rest than it did in this life.' Andreus made the sign of the cross on his chest before standing up, his fists clenched. He ran off, hoping to be more fortunate in timing for the other targets than he was for this one.

OOC: How important is shadow? Its just I'm wondering if my character and him fight, I don't want mine to die as I only have him. Not that he's invunerable, if 50 men come hunting him with enough firepower to bring down a nation he is not likely to live.

Andreus ran round the corner, hearing that this would be where one of the targets would be. The view that met him was of hidious carnage, limbs literally blown out of thier sockets, evident craters showed explosives were used in the slaughter.His stomach lurched realising how he was too late.
He looked round for a second wondering how anyone could bring themselves to commit such an atrocity, then his eyes caught on the thing he was searching for, a man in a preachers robes lying dead on what was left of a podium. He walked over to the corpse and knealt by it.
'By the father, son and holy spirit may your soul find a better rest than it did in this life.' Andreus made the sign of the cross on his chest before standing up, his fists clenched. He ran off, hoping to be more fortunate in timing for the other targets than he was for this one.

OOC: How important is shadow? Its just I'm wondering if my character and him fight, I don't want mine to die as I only have him. Not that he's invunerable, if 50 men come hunting him with enough firepower to bring down a nation he is not likely to live.


OOC: Shadow Is semi-important. You could have him and your guy fight and get bloodied up, but i dont want him to die.

yet.

Generian Slums

Brother Marcus Julius Decimus, a warrior Doomingslandian monk, dedicated to purging heretics and crushing all religions other than Catholocism(something the government approves of, but doesn't do anything about). He was armed with a suppressed Mk.23 SOCOM, and a suppressed P90. He was dressed in black fatigues and a ski mask, and had fifth-gen IR goggles. He slinked about the rooftops, hunting for people to purge...

A man was standing on a box on a street corner, preaching to a crowd of bums.

"And so the Church of Generia..."

He winced at that. That heathen institution had to be purged.

He is the true heretic that contaminates the land, and spreads his evil like a plague. Those poor misguided people he is helping the devil to posses can be saved.

He raised his P90, and fired a short burst. The man went limp, and the bums ran around in circles, bumping into one another in their drunked stupidity.

Sgt. Paulie groaned as he rubbed his eyes. His hands quickly shot to his XM8 and he looked up.

He was in a pile of his men, someone had hit them.

He went to move and was instantly immobilized by the sheer amount of pain.

He looked down to see dead bodies piled on his legs. WIth every amount of strength he had he rolled them off. Cuts, scrapes, bruises, and more were along his legs. Enough to survive, but not ehough to effectivly walk.

Above him was a fire escape ladder. HE reached...and missed. Again...missed. Again...and his hands caught it. He pulled himself up untill he was on the bottom level of the fire escape.

He funmbled around with various things he was carrying untill he found a syringe. He injected BPK (Borman Pain Killers-very strong) and sat there for a while. Soon his legs started to feel numb and alot less pain.

WIth his legs like stiffened jelly and his arms grabbing the wall and ladders he bagn to ascend.

When he reached the top he was greeted by a horrible sight.

The sun had risen to further illuminate the carnage and destruction that littered the streets. This was not just a christian crusade, the heretics were fighting back.

Police cars laid overturned, covered in blood, smashed into walls, and more. Bodies slumped against the sides, most missing heads, those who had heads were missing other limbs.

Bodies littered the street, heretics, christians, and police. The road was deep enough in contrast to the sidewalks that all blood had pooled into it and if created a slight river. Those corpses not lodged behind or into things and not stuck on something slowly made their way down the blood stream.

Buildings lay in ruins, smoke went into the sky as little fires came into view here and there.

Crosses were everywhere, some with bodies, some with anti-heretic messages, some with anti-christian messages, the rest just blood-soaked.

Most of the buildings had lost floors, doors, windows, support beams, and more.

Weapons and empty casings covered teh sidewalk and also flowed down the stream.

He turned to see a big sign above his men.

"F--K YOU CHRISTIANS!"

More signs were all over.

"SATAN SHALL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL!"

"HELL'S BELLS ARE RINGING AND THEY ARE RINGING YOUR NAMES"

Paulie then began to grow aware of sounds. The odd groan, the flowing of the stream, the unexpected collapse of buildings, and music.

He crawled forward and saw a BOSE store across the street. Then his ears popped, the music was so loud it carried up to him and farther across.

"Welcome to the jungle!"

They were playing "Welcome to the Jungle". Or..someone had been playing it.

Paulie got up and began to munch on some of the food he had. He was bored, untill a door flew open.

Men in red and black robes came out, chanting in some unintelligable tounge. They drank from the bllod-stream and then stood up.

They put their hands together and got into the stream. They laid down and began to push themselves down the stream.

Then the last one yelled 2 things.

"Let us bring Satans work elsewhere! Let these christians rot and die!"

Yoda waks into a bar.

Then he stands there.

Thank you!

*Exits stage*

Yoda waks into a bar.

Then he stands there.

Thank you!

*Exits stage*

OOC: Heres my OWN little Yoda thing.

Yoda walks into a bar.

Yoda has a massive heart attack.

A guy with an afro stands up and says "Stop with the freaking Yoda posts! If your gonna bump, at least PUT SOMETHING!"

OOC: Heres my OWN little Yoda thing.

Yoda walks into a bar.

Yoda has a massive heart attack.

A guy with an afro stands up and says "Stop with the freaking Yoda posts! If your gonna bump, at least PUT SOMETHING!"

((OOC: Don't be foolish. Borman's Yoda posts have sentimental value and so are always welcome in my threads. I'll IC post when I get time.))

OOC: Here is my rip on TLS and Tls Yoda thing

Yoda walks into a bar

Yoda sees a picture of TLS

Yoda has a massive heart attack and despite using the force, dies.

WIth his last breath he whimpers one word, "Bump."

OOC: Here is my rip on TLS and Tls Yoda thing

Yoda walks into a bar

Yoda sees a picture of TLS

Yoda has a massive heart attack and despite using the force, dies.

WIth his last breath he whimpers one word, "Bump."

OOC: Lol.

I mean no offence, but 70% of the last few posts have been about Yoda and bumping! This thread is getting real interesting, guys! Don't go ruining it by going off-topic and talking about Yoda in bars!

IC:

"Alright sir. Yes sir. I understand sir." said Sparks into the radio.
Good. Now get going!
Sparks then close the phone and swore under his breath. "Alright, better get to work." he said and then began walking down the street of the slums. People knew better than to mess with a 6 foot 2 muscular black man wearing full body armor and carrying a hand-held chain gun and a bazooka on his back, so his trip through the slums was un-eventful. Until he came upon a crowd listening to a sermon.

He had stumbled upon the sermon quite accidentally, and when he ended up there he was as surprised as the people themselves. After a moment, the "priest" giving the sermon looked at the people and said, "This is one of the heathens i have been telling you about! They stalk the streets, looking for true believers to kill! Go, followers of god, and kill the heathen!" As of that moment, 2 out of every three people pulled out a gun of somesort. "Alright, whiteys, you asked for it!" said sparks and he turned on his chain gun.

Bullets ripped through the air and people fell in handfulls. A few of the people had managed to get a few shots at him, but since he was so far away and his body armor was top notch, they didnt severly wound him. Thats not to say they didnt wound him, he had a bullet that broke his collar bone, but he wasn't put out of commission. Within 3 minutes, everyone at the sermon was dead. After he finished, Sparks knelt down and assesed his wounds. "I'd better get back to HQ," he murmered. However, as soon as he stood up and began to leave, he saw a man in the corner of his eye. "Who may you be, whitey?" said Sparks to the man. "They call me Andreus." he said.

OOC: Sorry if by using your char you got angry, Drunks, but it seemed as if you were itching to fight my guy and heres your chance.

And yes, you can make him die in your post, but it would have to be one helluva battle. After all, this man once took down 72 armed guards with his fists, a paper clip, and a porno magazine :D

OOC: Yum...Porno magazine.

The Yoda is just my way of bumping. Its like saying "70% of the last posts have been bumps." "Well it needed to be bumped."

OOC: Yum...Porno magazine.

The Yoda is just my way of bumping. Its like saying "70% of the last posts have been bumps." "Well it needed to be bumped."

Yeah, i agree it needed to be bumped, but not that much! All the people who are going to participate have mostly all joined, so when we are looking to see if someone posts and we see "bump" instead of a real post, we get kinda angry(well, thats me at least. I hate un-nescesary bumping).

BTW-POST SOMETHING GE!

We need your post-writing expertise again! We've gone too long without reading one of your top-notch posts!

Yeah, i agree it needed to be bumped, but not that much! All the people who are going to participate have mostly all joined, so when we are looking to see if someone posts and we see "bump" instead of a real post, we get kinda angry(well, thats me at least. I hate un-nescesary bumping).

BTW-POST SOMETHING GE!

We need your post-writing expertise again! We've gone too long without reading one of your top-notch posts!

((OOC: I know, I'm the man, but even the man has to party and rest respectively. Plus i have like 8 other threads I'm writing for, and a good post takes me like an hour, especially in important threads like this one. That black dude is the man, by the way.))

((OOC: I know, I'm the man, but even the man has to party and rest respectively. Plus i have like 8 other threads I'm writing for, and a good post takes me like an hour, especially in important threads like this one. That black dude is the man, by the way.))

OOC: Why do you spend more time on threads that arent yours???

Anyhoo, thanks for the compliment :D

OOC: Why do you spend more time on threads that arent yours???

Anyhoo, thanks for the compliment :D

((OOC: Half of the ones i'm involved in are mine.))

Yoda walks into a bar.

"Seeing as this thread is so far behind I think this is worthy."

*He turns around and comes back wiht a bump on his head.*

"What's that on my head...is it a...BUMP?"

HE throws it off and bows.

"THank you ROach Busters."

OOC: Lol.

I mean no offence, but 70% of the last few posts have been about Yoda and bumping! This thread is getting real interesting, guys! Don't go ruining it by going off-topic and talking about Yoda in bars!

IC:

"Alright sir. Yes sir. I understand sir." said Sparks into the radio.
Good. Now get going!
Sparks then close the phone and swore under his breath. "Alright, better get to work." he said and then began walking down the street of the slums. People knew better than to mess with a 6 foot 2 muscular black man wearing full body armor and carrying a hand-held chain gun and a bazooka on his back, so his trip through the slums was un-eventful. Until he came upon a crowd listening to a sermon.

He had stumbled upon the sermon quite accidentally, and when he ended up there he was as surprised as the people themselves. After a moment, the "priest" giving the sermon looked at the people and said, "This is one of the heathens i have been telling you about! They stalk the streets, looking for true believers to kill! Go, followers of god, and kill the heathen!" As of that moment, 2 out of every three people pulled out a gun of somesort. "Alright, whiteys, you asked for it!" said sparks and he turned on his chain gun.

Bullets ripped through the air and people fell in handfulls. A few of the people had managed to get a few shots at him, but since he was so far away and his body armor was top notch, they didnt severly wound him. Thats not to say they didnt wound him, he had a bullet that broke his collar bone, but he wasn't put out of commission. Within 3 minutes, everyone at the sermon was dead. After he finished, Sparks knelt down and assesed his wounds. "I'd better get back to HQ," he murmered. However, as soon as he stood up and began to leave, he saw a man in the corner of his eye. "Who may you be, whitey?" said Sparks to the man. "They call me Andreus." he said.

OOC: Sorry if by using your char you got angry, Drunks, but it seemed as if you were itching to fight my guy and heres your chance.

And yes, you can make him die in your post, but it would have to be one helluva battle. After all, this man once took down 72 armed guards with his fists, a paper clip, and a porno magazine :D

TAG, excuse me as I twitch happily, you just gave the monkey the keys to the banana plantation :)

The self proclaimed Andreus took a step forward into the light and tossed an object at Sparks's feet. Sparks picked it up and saw it was a small bloodstained shirt.
'This belonged to a child who fell by your hand.' He said. Sparks looked at Andreus and suppressed a laugh.
'Your point?'
Andreus carried on as if he had not heard sparks.
'You have killed without mercy, without feeling, without dissgression. But worst of all you killed without regret. Hundreds have fallen to you without valid reason, the evilest man may think of the men they have killed if at least to measure themselves, but you thought the lives beneath that. That is the worst crime a man can commit. You owe the Lord countless lives Sparks, if it were possible by rights I would kill you a hundred times over.'
A long blade extended from Andreus's fist with a ringing echo.
'But I shall have to settle for the one.' Andreus lept towards sparks, getting in close as to make sure he could not use a firearm, but he was wary of the man. It was told he had taken down a score of guards using nothing but his fists, small amounts of office supplies and his evening reading.
Sparks blocked the first thrust easily with a small stilleto knife, specially shaped and balanced for the job, he rolled sideways and took a swipe at Andreus with the knife, barely missing him as he followed up the sword thrust with a twist to the right. Sparks took out a minature throwing knife from his jacket and cast it at Andreus in a smooth motion, it hit part of Andreus's face and richocheyed off the smooth metal plate covering half of it. Had it not been there the knife would have embedded itself in his brain. Andreus took advantage of the heretics momentary hesetation and flicked a circular throwing blade of his own at the man. The blade hit Sparks full in the chest, shredding his jacket, but Sparks justs shrugged the tattered clothing off revealing lightweight body armour that Andreus had no dought was stronger than it looked. Slightly suprised, Andreus thrust at the man again, this time aiming for the hinges of the body armour sparks sported under his clothes. With speed that suprised Andreus he lept sideways and dealt him a hard kick to the head for his trouble on the unprotected side of his face. Andreus got up, his vision blurred as his bionic cortex components stuggled to reassert his senses. As he was stunned for a second Sparks dealt him a swift punch on the chin and Andreuses vision was rescrambled. He looked up from the floor and tried to stab up with his arm blade but Sparks stamped down heavily on it, shattering it with a resolute crack. Andreus heard laughter from above him, he had heard the same laughter before, it was one that revelled in bloodshed, it was one would not care what it did as long as it was pleased, it was one he had heard slaughtering children and women without remourse.
Another blade slid from Andreus's left wrist, suprising Sparks, It caught a huge gash on his shin as Andreus rose full of vengence and holy retribution for all the ones whose blood stained the hands of his opponent. Sparks lashed out again at Andreus but the blow was shrugged off, he was picked up by the throat even as he inflicted more wounds on Andreus.
Andreus did not consider using his blade now, he wanted to feel the life of the man drain away in his hands, he slammed the murderer against the wall blocking his windpipe and knocking away the last breath the man had anyway.
Sparks in a last desperate move drew a concealed firearm and fired it twice, one in Andreus's leg, once in his chest. But even as Andreus's feeling started to drain as systems organic and bionic started to collapse he held on to his enemies windpipe, and only as the dead man's corpse slid down the wall did Andreus let go. He turned and walked a few steps then collapsed onto the hard floor, bleeding his life's forse away. His last thought before his vision blackened was a peaceful one, as he had given the souls the revenge they had deserved, and he had compleated his Lords task without hesitation ot dought.


um....OOC: Nobody come in and laugh at his corpse, people are welcome to come in and help, but unless this is too much of a spoiler Andreus aint quite dead yet. :D

((OOC: I promise I'll get back to posting in this thread soon. This is a major event thread, and I have alot I need to wrap up before this progresses too far. Please excuse the delays, however.))

OOC: Its ok.

Says Yoda.

(OOC: GE, please check your TG's)

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Hope my post of the fight measured up to Spark's skills Lightning star :mp5:

Hope my post of the fight measured up to Spark's skills Lightning star :mp5:

OOC: Deffinetly! That was betterererer than i coulda imagined!

Heres a picture of what sparks *roughly* looks like:

http://ff.bonusweb.cz/ff7/ac/barret.jpg

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OOC: Deffinetly! That was betterererer than i coulda imagined!

Heres a picture of what sparks *roughly* looks like:

http://ff.bonusweb.cz/ff7/ac/barret.jpg

Ooo, nice, he has a bionic arm too, I could use that for repairs......

Yoda walks into a bar.

"Where is GE? Come on!"

Yoda walks into a bar.

"Where is GE? Come on!"

Yeah!

OOC: I guess we'll just have to wait.

I get the feeling Generic empire is somewhat important to this thread.

OOC: I suppose. But we could probably do it without him.

j/k

OOC: its been what, a few days since his last post?
I mean, what could be more important than a Religious Revolution in his nation?

OOC: Someone declaring war on him, an eager general taking charge of tha nation and the old emperor having to gather an army to come back, someone glasses him, he loses interent connection, he finds a new site dedicated to ****, and a coule more. You asked.

OOC: Someone declaring war on him, an eager general taking charge of tha nation and the old emperor having to gather an army to come back, someone glasses him, he loses interent connection, he finds a new site dedicated to ****, and a coule more. You asked.

OOC: Then uh...

why didnt he enlist SEATO to help him?!?!?! Thats what we're here for!

OOC: Then uh...

why didnt he enlist SEATO to help him?!?!?! Thats what we're here for!

The 2nd one did happen. and is happening. I can give the link if you want.

The 2nd one did happen. and is happening. I can give the link if you want.

GIMME GIMME GIMME!

I must defend the alliance!

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7414725#post7414725

((OOC: Chill out you guys. I'm posting here tonight after I write about Antonius returning to retake power from the usurper. That's whats been keeping me, along with other important stuff.))

*Holds hands in air*

I knew it. It was hte usurper and he found a new **** site! I was right again!

((OOC: Chill out you guys. I'm posting here tonight after I write about Antonius returning to retake power from the usurper. That's whats been keeping me, along with other important stuff.))

OOC: Ok.

But you've already caused irreparable emotional damage due to the fact that youve ignored us for the last few days :(.

j/k :D

Ivan Goreghov paced back and forth in his office. In all his years as Chief of the Generia City police force, he had never encountered something such as this. The streets were literally running red with blood. This was quickly getting out of hand, and out of his jurisdiction.

“Damnit Georg, what the hell am I supposed to do? If this gets any more out of hand this whole thing is gonna turn into a GIIS op. Fuck, it could turn into a military op if we’re not careful. Do you have any idea what that would mean for us?”

“We’ll lose our jobs, sir?”

“Damn fucking right we’ll lose our jobs! And probably more than that!”

Goreghov walked over to his desk, and picked up a half empty bottle of Black Death vodka. He took a long draught, and slammed the bottle onto the desk. He removed the last cigarette from a pack in his coat pocket and began to light it.

“So, what do we know about this?”

“Well sir, as far as we can tell, its more than one guy.”

“Of course its more than one guy you moron! Any idiot fresh out of the academy can tell you its more than one fucking guy! Do me a favor Georg, and tell me something useful for a change.”

“Well, the good news is we have a name.”

“Good! Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Georg looked pleased with himself.

“Well, out with it man! Don’t keep me in suspense!”

“They say the instigator of the first massacre was Arius Cassius. He’s in our records as an ex military man, a complete psycho.”

“Good God. Well get on it! Let’s find this asshole.”

The call went out, and the GCPD began the search for Arius Cassius, a search that would prove eventually disappointing.

The radio in Lt. Marcus Meridius’s squad car crackled to life.

“We have a suspected location on Arius Cassius. All units please respond.”

The car did an about face, the screech of the tires and the roar of the sirens screaming in the otherwise quiet street. The car came to a halt before a dilapidated warehouse, blackened and burned to a crisp.

The Lt. and his partner got out of the vehicle and walked towards the door. The entrance was covered in police tape, and an officer stood guard. Lt. Meridius climbed over the tape, and entered the burned building. Ahead, several cops were gathered around a slumped form. Meridius approached them, revealing to his eyes a corpse, burned to a crisp and riddled with holes.

“Who’s this?”

“Arius Cassius.”

“Shit.”

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“What the hell do you mean he’s dead! This guy was our only lead! What the hell am I supposed to do now1 Do you know what they’re going to do to me!”

Captain Goreghov slammed the phone onto the hook, and collapsed into his chair, his head in his hands.

“You really did it this time Georg, sending us after a dead guy.”

“Sir, I wasn’t aware that-“

“Do dead men talk, Georg? Can dead men give us leads? I don’t think so.”

“Sir, but-“

“Shut up Georg.”

The door to the office opened, and two men clad in black suits entered.

“Captain Goreghov? GIIS. I’m agent Sirius. This operation is now under GIIS jurisdiction.”

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Despite the death of Arius Cassius, the movement continued to live on. The polarizing force of Cassius was replaced by that of a young cleric, and early disciple of Cassius, a certain Avidius Maximus. Of course, there were those who disagreed with the ascension of Maximus to the coveted position, but he would not allow the dissenters to last long. They simply joined the other corpses on the crosses in the street.

The movement now had a firm hold on the Generia City slums. The followers were divided under their leaders, patriarchs who controlled different sections of the slums, all loyal to Maximus. The movement was quickly becoming organized.

"Sir, news on the christian rebellion."

"What?"

"In GE it seems as if the rebels are becoming organized, and the mroe organized, the mroe damage. In our streets it is still heretics being prosecuted and then slayign christians. However, we have managed to contain it to two cities...for now. Those luckily are walled cities and we have sealed everyone in."

"See if we can send dome men in and end it."

"Yes sir."

Ivan Goreghov paced back and forth in his office. In all his years as Chief of the Generia City police force, he had never encountered something such as this. The streets were literally running red with blood. This was quickly getting out of hand, and out of his jurisdiction.

“Damnit Georg, what the hell am I supposed to do? If this gets any more out of hand this whole thing is gonna turn into a GIIS op. Fuck, it could turn into a military op if we’re not careful. Do you have any idea what that would mean for us?”

“We’ll lose our jobs, sir?”

“Damn fucking right we’ll lose our jobs! And probably more than that!”

Goreghov walked over to his desk, and picked up a half empty bottle of Black Death vodka. He took a long draught, and slammed the bottle onto the desk. He removed the last cigarette from a pack in his coat pocket and began to light it.

“So, what do we know about this?”

“Well sir, as far as we can tell, its more than one guy.”

“Of course its more than one guy you moron! Any idiot fresh out of the academy can tell you its more than one fucking guy! Do me a favor Georg, and tell me something useful for a change.”

“Well, the good news is we have a name.”

“Good! Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Georg looked pleased with himself.

“Well, out with it man! Don’t keep me in suspense!”

“They say the instigator of the first massacre was Arius Cassius. He’s in our records as an ex military man, a complete psycho.”

“Good God. Well get on it! Let’s find this asshole.”

The call went out, and the GCPD began the search for Arius Cassius, a search that would prove eventually disappointing.

The radio in Lt. Marcus Meridius’s squad car crackled to life.

“We have a suspected location on Arius Cassius. All units please respond.”

The car did an about face, the screech of the tires and the roar of the sirens screaming in the otherwise quiet street. The car came to a halt before a dilapidated warehouse, blackened and burned to a crisp.

The Lt. and his partner got out of the vehicle and walked towards the door. The entrance was covered in police tape, and an officer stood guard. Lt. Meridius climbed over the tape, and entered the burned building. Ahead, several cops were gathered around a slumped form. Meridius approached them, revealing to his eyes a corpse, burned to a crisp and riddled with holes.

“Who’s this?”

“Arius Cassius.”

“Shit.”

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“What the hell do you mean he’s dead! This guy was our only lead! What the hell am I supposed to do now1 Do you know what they’re going to do to me!”

Captain Goreghov slammed the phone onto the hook, and collapsed into his chair, his head in his hands.

“You really did it this time Georg, sending us after a dead guy.”

“Sir, I wasn’t aware that-“

“Do dead men talk, Georg? Can dead men give us leads? I don’t think so.”

“Sir, but-“

“Shut up Georg.”

The door to the office opened, and two men clad in black suits entered.

“Captain Goreghov? GIIS. I’m agent Sirius. This operation is now under GIIS jurisdiction.”

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Despite the death of Arius Cassius, the movement continued to live on. The polarizing force of Cassius was replaced by that of a young cleric, and early disciple of Cassius, a certain Avidius Maximus. Of course, there were those who disagreed with the ascension of Maximus to the coveted position, but he would not allow the dissenters to last long. They simply joined the other corpses on the crosses in the street.

The movement now had a firm hold on the Generia City slums. The followers were divided under their leaders, patriarchs who controlled different sections of the slums, all loyal to Maximus. The movement was quickly becoming organized.

OOC: OOoooooooooooooo! Who burneded down the warehouse?

IC:

Inside the Lightning Starian Special Ops HQ.

Spitfire, Shadow, and the last member of their team, Sipher, were frantically trying to remove all the documents from the HQ while Sipher stood watch. Ever since Sparks had died a few days ago they were on full alert. Now that the Rebels had control of the slums, the men had to evacuate the area. "Hold it... i got a squad coming down the road. They're doing building checks!" radioed Sipher, who was on the roof.
"Roger that, we're outta here." replied Spitfire.
"But Spit, we havent gotten rid off all the documents yet!" cried Shadow.
"I know, but when those 'holy' MoFo's come in, we're gonna blow this place to pieces."
"Whatever you say boss..." responded Shadow as the three men ran out the back door.

The squad approached the last building on the street. "Let's go see if we have any heathens hiding in here..." said their commander as he kicked open the door. "Alright men, check upstairs and this floor. They could be anywhere."
"Yes sir!" replied the men as they went to go inspect the building. After three minutes one of the men said. "Uhh sir, you're gonna want a look at this."
"Coming!" radioed the commader as he ran up the stairs. As he took a turn down the hallway into a small room, he saw hundreds of documents. "My god..." he said as he entered the room. On each of the documents was the un-mistakable simple of a Star with a bolt of Lightning coming down its middle. The commander knew it was from The Lightning Star because he was taught in school about the war where the Empire gained Mozambique. "Well i'll be... we'd better tell HQ, ASAP." Unfortunatly, he never got to radio command due to the fact that 2 seconds later the entire block exploded due to the fact that there was a ton of ammo and napalm in the basement. However, one piece of paper managed to escape the fire because it had blown out the window. On were the names of each of the operatives, as well as the secret hideout. Of course, it was written in Latika, an ancient language known only by scholars, and it was just one piece of paper. What were the chances of it falling into the hands of the enemy, not to mention one that could read Latika.

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OOC: hmmm, no offers for help for Andreus? Guess nobody likes him eh, hehe. :rolleyes:

Flickering lights appeared in Andreus's vision as his systems began to function again, his equilibrium was shattered at the moment so the landscape appeared to change as he viewed it through scrambled vision. His bionic parts distributed painkillers throughout his body and his fingers began to twitch as the motor functions tested themselves, although he was now concious hs mind was slightly detatched from the reality of his body, the connections began to reassert themselves and through an involentary motion he pushed himself upright.
His mind finally reasserted itself as the driving force and his leg actuator failed through over punishment, Andreus tried to remember what had happened and images flooded back to him coupled with the memory of emotions. He remembered facing a man in anger, then a blur, then the feeling of satisfaction before eternal blackness. But no...it was not eternal, he was concious now. He looked down at himself and his beaten form, as he ran his hands over his limbs and faceplate shuddering as he felt the gashes and bullet holes marring the metal and flesh.
He tried to get up agian but only his flesh and bone leg would even respond, he braced himself against a wall and managed to get upright, he tried again to move his left leg but all that he got in response was a harsh wirring noise.
He removed a metal plate from his leg and inspected the ruin inside, it could be worse, but the actuator was beyond repair. He realised he would have to make it on only one leg.
Before he got three feet he stumbled over something and landed heavily on the cobbles again, he looked back to see what he had tripped over and a grisly sight met his eyes. It was Spark's body, lying unnoticed on the floor, neck at an impossible angle.
Andreus remembered with remourse that he had ended the mans life, but when he remembered what the man had done before the judgement placed upon him he felt less so. He started to get up again when he noticed a gleam off Sparks when the light reflected off the bionic arm Sparks sported, he crawled over to the cooling corpse and inspected the arm, it looked as if it would serve the purpose.....
Andreus braced his foot against the torso of the body and pulled with all the strength he could muster on the arm. It came free with a sickening tear of bone and Andreus dealt it a careful blow to expose the machinery inside. He spotted what he was looking for and using other parts salvaged from the arm he cannabalised the repairs to his leg.
He tested it by standing up, although it ground and worked erratically it sufficed, at least until he could find somewhere to make a more thourough overhaul of himself.
He made his way unsteadily into the street leaving the body of the now dead Sparks to lie where it had dropped. Andreus felt it fitted.

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OOC: well if noones going to pick up the cursed paper then I will.

OOC: I havnt seen you pick it up.

OOC: well if noones going to pick up the cursed paper then I will.

OOC: Cursed...paper?

Guys, no offence, but since GE has all but abandoned this thread it's slowed down ALOT. And it isnt as fun. And we've lost about a bagillion of the participants.

In other words, without GE this thread is dead.

It is thread, it seems to follow that it would die without him.

OOC: Cursed...paper?

Guys, no offence, but since GE has all but abandoned this thread it's slowed down ALOT. And it isnt as fun. And we've lost about a bagillion of the participants.

In other words, without GE this thread is dead.

((OOC: yeah, this thread is pretty much all but dead, but don't worry about it. I'm gonna have the open revolution get crushed by Antonius when he returns (he's already returned, but he has to finish taking back power), but the aftermath of this and the aftermath of my other current threads are all gonna tie in in a brand new epic story i'm planning. It's gonna be good, and I'm gonna make it the only thread I pay attention to for a while, since the events are more or less going to dominate Generia for as long as they continue. For this thread, just sit back and wait for the conclusion, and then get in on my new one. It'll be worth it, trust me.))

OOC: Cursed...paper?

Guys, no offence, but since GE has all but abandoned this thread it's slowed down ALOT. And it isnt as fun. And we've lost about a bagillion of the participants.

In other words, without GE this thread is dead.

I meant the bleeding extinct language list thing that floated out the window. But yes I must admit I am waiting for the conclusion so I can move my character on to his next thread.

I meant the bleeding extinct language list thing that floated out the window. But yes I must admit I am waiting for the conclusion so I can move my character on to his next thread.

Lakita, thats the one

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Secret IC: With the revolution in Generia closing and more armies arriving Bhalk decided to end the rebellion.

Hundreds of thousands of soldeirs marched trhough trouble cities. Christians were excused, while the higher ups i the rebellion were killed. But all the heretics and devil worshippers were slewn on sight. It onyl took several hours before the place started to coem back to Borman.

Reconstruction has started and the rebellion only exists in one city. It is walled and has been completly sealed off. Rumor has it that several Bio-weapons have been used in there. Peoples and..zombiess routinely come to the door. Banging on the door hoping to be saved. But none have been let out.

A large army would surely coem prey to whatever bio weapons might bhe roaming. As such, the non-existant Raptors have been called on.

Secret IC: With the revolution in Generia closing and more armies arriving Bhalk decided to end the rebellion.

Hundreds of thousands of soldeirs marched trhough trouble cities. Christians were excused, while the higher ups i the rebellion were killed. But all the heretics and devil worshippers were slewn on sight. It onyl took several hours before the place started to coem back to Borman.

Reconstruction has started and the rebellion only exists in one city. It is walled and has been completly sealed off. Rumor has it that several Bio-weapons have been used in there. Peoples and..zombiess routinely come to the door. Banging on the door hoping to be saved. But none have been let out.

A large army would surely coem prey to whatever bio weapons might bhe roaming. As such, the non-existant Raptors have been called on.


OOC: Are those Generan cities?

OOC: No, Borman.

Secret IC:
The massive gates opened up slowly and slightly. Roughly 100 soldiers marched in and aimed their guns into the hell. They parted as (they only think its one or two) 20 raptors marched in with camouflage on.

Then the men quickly turned and exited then sealed the gates. The raptors were left staring.

The night did not help to improve the vileness of the city at all.

Buildings that once stood majestically no longer did, some had collapsed, but all seemed to be burnt. Lights flickered on, and then went off for hours. The streets were covered with blood, small fires, rubble, debris, bodies, and crosses. Crosses lined every street with their corpses hanging off, the nails almost ripping through. Darkness consumed all and no discernable source was clear for the noises that screeched across the night air.

The leader, Horus, stepped forward and put his boot into a puddle of blood.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled over the intercom system. “How big is this city?”

“Its about 1,000 square miles.”

“Shit! That’s a lot of bodies.”

The procession split up into 5 groups of 4 and headed into 5 section of the city.

“If you find anyone or anything, tell us.”

Horus stepped over a shattered bottle. He walked slowly down the ally with his XM8 tightly in hand. His men followed suit.

When Horus neared the end he heard a crunch as if someone had stepped on glass. He quickly turned around and caught a fleeting glimpse of someone diving into another ally.

“Hello?”

Horus heard a scream and turned around to see a door on one of the nearby houses slam shut. More screams came from inside.

“Go! GO! GO!”

The team took off and headed for the house. Horus kicked the door down and jumped into the hall. His gun licked up as he looked around.

To his left was a dining room, the table was set to eat and there was even an opened dish in the middle. Then Horus saw the dish, it was a pile of bloody ears and noses.

He felt his stomach turning as he looked to the right. His gun snapped to attention as he saw the living room.

To couches and two chairs surrounded a glass coffee table. The glass was shattered and bodies lay limp on the couches and chairs, their ears and noses missing.

Horus looked straight and saw a carpeted stairway. A trail of blood led from bottom to the top.

Another scream, from upstairs.

Horus began to run upstairs, taking them two at a time, his men following suit. The stairs bent at the top and revealed a hallway. A door to the right, another further forward on the right, one straight, one straight and slightly left, one straight then at the end of a left turn, and lastly another staircase.

Horus heard a crash that seemed to come from the stairs, he quickly ran forward and up the stairs.

These two bent and gave a view of the top floor, a small hallway no more than 6 ft. with a door on the right and one on the left. The one on the right was smeared with blood while the one on the left had a doorknob coated in it. Horus ran up the stairs with figures behind him, his soldiers, and kicked open the door to the right.

It looked like an attic, but bodies hung on the walls. A sign hung beneath each person telling name and level of heretic. He turned around and kicked open the other door. This one was a guest bedroom, it too had bodies and signs on the wall. This room was for christens.

Then a body moved a bit, a large woman. She screamed then opened her eyes. When she saw the men she screamed even more, and more.

Horus quickly activated his camo, his men did the same. His men then activated thermal vision and watched him approach the woman. He stabbed her with something and she stopped screaming as she fell into unconsciousness.

Then a man screamed. Horus looked back and was horrified to see only 2 men standing in the doorway.

“Where’s John?”

“Right he-” the man quickly stopped as he noticed John was not here.

The screams came again, and continued.

Horus checked to see his camo was on and bounded won the stairs to the first flight.
It was evident that the first crash Horus had heard was not from the upstairs stairwell; John had fallen through on the first stairwell.

John was holding onto a pipe that stretched out into the area and the missing stairs revealed many moving bodies in the basement. Every person had red eyes, and was spitting blood.

“Zombies.”

“IG.”

Another zombie had come upstairs and was chewing at John’s head; John’s helmet had been taken off for some reason.

Several short bursts of XM8 caused the body to stop and fall into the hole.

Then they deactivated their camo as John took notice.

“Help me! They’re ripping of my legs!”

One of the men began to move forward.

Horus grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Don’t you know what IG is?”

“Not really.”

“John will soon be one of them, and if you get into contact with him you will be too. I’d give him a couple hours, maybe 2, before he is a zombie.”

Then John began to convulse, blood spat out and his eyes turned red. He started to move in short sporadic movements.

“SHIT! IG has mutated!”

“What do you mean?”

“It usually takes 1 or two hours. He got infected less than 5 minutes ago.”

John began to climb out of the hole when Horus released several rounds into him dropping his carcass into the mess down below.

Then screeches were heard. They sounded like animals, and they came from upstairs. Then the house trembled as something moved upstairs.

“The fat lady.”

Another screech and something was running.

The men quickly jumped the hole and aimed their guns up the stairs.

The fat lady tumbled around the corner and screeched yet again. The men opened fire and began shooting her with the full power of their XM8s. She fell and rolled own into the hole to the basement below. Btu then more began to come around the corner, these were bodies that were on the walls.

Several grenades flew and the stair collapsed even more then it was before as bodies fell below.

Horus got up and threw his grenades down into the hole. They caused a chain reaction with John’s and took out a large amount of zombies. But then Horus noticed there was a stairwell in the basement. A metal door held the zombies in, but they were about to break through.

“Lets go!”

Horus turned around to see zombies grabbing onto his men. They were trying to pry off the SCAS and get to what was below.

Horus quickly shot them and then looked at his men.

“We need to go now!”

Suddenly more came in through the front door.

“Nothing we can’t handle boss”

Then a crash was heard as the metal door collapsed and the other zombies began to flood to their position.

Horus drew his saber and began to hack at the hordes of evil that had descended. He could lend no aid to his men as he was facing death as well. But he could see them fall.

One man was still using his gun; he fumbled to reload and dropped the clip. He went for another but a leaping zombie knocked him down. He struggled to draw his saber as they pried at his SACS. Eventually it gave way as the green armor was ripped off to reveal the flesh inside.

A zombie began to gnaw at his leg as he screamed in pain. He went to self-destruct, but couldn’t reach the control inside his suit. But he could reach a grenade.

The man pulled the pin on the grenade that was hanging on him.

“Tell my family I love them!”

He exploded as zombies around him died in a fiery blast and all else in the building were thrown to he floor.

Horus looked over to see zombies using his other soldier’s saber against him. They were hacking into his back as others tried to pull off the armor on his arms and legs.

The saber penetrated and he screamed in pain as his blood began to flow out. Then the zombie, still loosely clutching the saber, spat into the crack in the SACS.

Horus hacked several zombies and began to make his way to the soldier. But the body of his friend began to convulse as the faceplate cracked and blood splattered on it.

Horus turned around and began to carve himself an exit. But his limbs were growing weary. Then he slipped on a pool of blood. He immediately began to fire his weapon to hold off the zombies.

But they closed in. Horus saw his old friend close by, and he saw the ring of grenades.

Horus looked up to see the ceiling. It was almost coming down. One more good explosion.

As his gun was pried away Horus took out his Desert eagle and fired a full clip into the supports for the buildings before he too lost that. Then he pulled the pins on grenades and threw them by supports before rapping his body around the last one.

The wall of the house collapsed and narrowly crushed him as his comm. System came back to life. He had almost a second.

“We have found a mutated version of IG. We have been eliminated,-”

With that the ceiling began to fall as the grenade Horus had exploded and showered his body allover the zombies.

The whole building collapsed and sparked the massive amount of fuel nearby and set off a huge explosion eliminating 12 houses.


Different Section of Town: Bravo team

Charles looked up as a massive explosion came into view. His whole team stood open-mouthed as a transmission came.

“Sir. We received this a little while ago, something interfered though.”

“We *~*~ Found * ~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* ~* IG. We ~*~* b~*n elim~*ated”

“Well, doesn’t take a rocket scientist to find what he was trying to say. They have found IG, and that explosion killed them. Sad, but we must continue and get back to report.”

OOC: Stats on zombies coming when my men can investigate it. Just imagine them exactly as the zombies from 28 days later mixed with those for Dawn of the dead. But predominatly dawn of the dead.

"Let us make man in our image, after our likeness"

Why the word OUR? Is this referring to the "Father, Son, and Holy ghost" or what?

((OOC: Here's a link to the aftermath thread for all of the events that went on recently in my nation:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=374916

This takes place approximately a month later, so feel free to use this as a conclusion space for anything relating to this thread or others.))

As Antonius's loyalist armies stormed the capital to remove the usurper, the slums were locked in a different war entirely. GIIS had launched their own crusade against the fanatics. Accompanied by Black Guard units, the operatives began systematically cleansing the slums of any and all who allied themselves with the movement.

Within the first day of the campaign, the counter-crusaders had already captured at least a dozen of the movement's leaders, who were executed without ceremony in the street.

The movement was falling apart at the emergence of an organized onslaught. Avidius Cassius was trapped. The slums had been completely sealed off, and he had no choice but to sit and sweat it out. They came for him eventually, bursting into the tattered apartment, Black Guard soldiers finding him sitting on the floor, silent and cross legged, staring at a blank wall.

They dragged him into the street, where a crowd had begun to gather. A GIIS operative approached the man, still tranquil, muttering silent prayers. The operative drew a pistol and put it to the back of the praying man's head. He pulled the trigger, sending chunks of skull and blood onto the concrete as the body fell with a thud.

It was over. The nights of horror and death, the mountains of corpses, the bloody crosses would be no more. However, there were those who managed to escape. In the next few days, most fled to the south of the Empire, or to the provinces. Ironically, as the grand movement collapsed, it gave birth to a smaller, amalgamated movement. They called themselves The Generian Orthodox Militant Army, GOMA. For now, the cells were dormant. For now.

"Let us make man in our image, after our likeness"

Why the word OUR? Is this referring to the "Father, Son, and Holy ghost" or what?

((OOC: What now?))

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Bravo team continued, every so often looking back to see the fire that illuminated a park of the city. But it was a far off part, and not their part.

All Bravo team knew was that IG was loose.

Charles walked into a large white building. Black scorch marks were on the side and one of the duel doors hung on one hinge.

As Charles entered it was evident this was some form of town hall. A stage was at the end and many chairs were in front for peoples to sit. A podium was on the stage and a microphone was on it. There at the podium was an old man.

Chairs were turned over and several bodies were in some chairs. But the thing that drew Charles gaze was a ring of people surrounding the podium on the floor below.

“They won’t let us out. They keep us caged in here like monsters. What are we to do!?”

“People, keep calm.”

Suddenly glass shattered as something flew through a window. The something began to move as a zombie got up.

Suddenly the back doors splintered open to reveal more zombies. They quickly downed the elderly folk and then noticed the team.

A shriek came from one of them as they all charged the men.

“Open fire!”

XM8s blazed as the charging force began to drop. By the time the zombies came in saber distance, only one survived. Several short bursts destroyed it.

“Zombies.”

“IG.”

Then the old folk got up.

“How did they survive?”

Another shriek.

“They didn’t. THEY’RE ZOMBIES!”

More fire and the new beasts quickly dropped.

Charles walked out into the street and looked around. There was no sign of life or morning.

“DANMIT!”

“Sir...let’s just…let’s just continue.”

“We can’t do anything else.”

Charles grabbed his gun and walked down the street, staying as close to the middle as possible.

“Help!”

Charles looked to his right then left, nothing.

“Help!”

Then Charles looked down. He was standing on top of a manhole. He quickly opened it and dropped it.

Sewage water ran through most of the tunnel, but on either side there were small walkways. A homeless man sat on one. “Thank god. I thought I would die.”

As the last man of the team jumped in the manhole slid close.

“What was that?”

“No one else is up there.”

“Well someone had to be.”

“Look.” The team looked at the homeless man and followed his finger to the water they were standing in.

Blood was flowing and ripples came with them.

“Shine it.”

A massive light came from one of the men and the end of the tunnel was instantly illuminated. At the end crosses were on the walls and planted in the ground, bodies hanging from them. Above them many ropes hung, each one bearing a heretic.

“Stop, I can’t see that.”

The man with the light faced the other way so as to avoid illuminating the gruesome sight.

It was pure accident that he illuminated their foes.

There in the light, no more than 50 yards away were a score of zombies.

Their arms hung limp at their sides, the eyes blood red, their skin was yellow with various black spots; their hair was a tangled mess coated with blood, and their mouths hung open.

As the light shone on them they shrieked and moved back a bit. Then they charged.

XM8s opened up and began to pump hot lead into them. But more came, it was like a breeding ground.

The men began to slowly back peddle as the homeless man grabbed what he could to take with him.

“Lets go!”

“This is my life here man, give me a second.”

“We don’t have a second you F-----G stoner!”

“Wo man, I don’t do that stuff.”

Suddenly a body emerged from the green water and pounced on the man. It ripped off his head and began to roll in what came out.

“Jesus Christ.”

The men turned and began to run, sporadically firing behind them.

As they began to approach the corpses on the crosses and roped the corpses began to move.

They all began to shriek and some tried to rip themselves free. Those hanging thrashed around helplessly trying to get at the prize below.

As the men came to an open manhole they glanced to see the moonshining.

“I guess the moon came out.”

Then they looked forward to see more zombies covering their path. They looked back to see the other ones closing in quick.

Suddenly a wooden ladder dropped into the hole.

“Come up!”

Charles quickly climbed up and began to fire below.

As the amount of men down in the sewer decreased the zombies were able to push further and further forward.

As the last man began to climb zombies launched onto him. They were pulling his legs and trying to pry off his hands. Some even had bats they were trying to use to smash through him.

He let go of one hand and wrapped it around his desert eagle. He shoved it in the mouth of the zombie trying to eat his helmet and fired. He shot at the one climbing the backside of the ladder. The he began to open up on those clawing at his legs.

Hands flew to his and began to pry the gun away. Shots rang off in odd directions as it was eventually forced away.

The man put his hand back on the ladder and began to pull. One hand, then the other, and then the other. He was nearing the top. Then the weight of the zombies kicked in.

He crashed down on top of them and hastened to get up. But in vein. The zombies got up first and began to jump on top of him.

“Seal the manhole.”

“What!”

“He just told me to seal the manhole.”

“If you say so.”

Charles and his other soldier looked on as Jack helped their rescuers to seal the manhole. The trapped man had in reality begged for help.

He looked up at the manhole sliding shut, his light fading until all he had was several holes in the manhole.

He felt pain as his leg armor began to give way. He reached for the control and self-destructed.

“At least I will take all you bastards with me!”

4 people looked at the team. They were covered in black clothes and wielded old AK-47s.

“We were going to go take the gun store and see if we could get better weapons. But then we saw you.”

“I don’t know why you had a ladder, but I am happy you did.”

“Actually it was in that rubble. One of the fire escape ladders I presume.”

“Well anyway. We are part of the government of Borman Empire. We have come to evacuate and rescue you.”

“You couldn’t send more could ya?”

Jack grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him in the air.

“No we couldn’t. Not for a scumbag like you anyway.”

“Put him down Jack.”

“Hey, put down our friend.” The men quickly aimed their weapons at Jack as the Raptors aimed their weapons at the men. “Don’t aim at my soldier!”

The door of Ammu-nation burst open as several zombies came out. They ran to meet the new blood that awaited them.

Jack threw down the man and began to open fire as the two groups instantly united. When the foes had all been slain they looked at each other.

“We may need help. But you need us more than 10 times more than we need you. If you want to live you will help us.”

“We won’t like it. But we shall help you.”

Jack looked at the men. “Good.”

Charles rapped his hand on his Desert Eagle as he approached Jack.

“That’s good Jack now follow me, remember, I am in charge.”

Jack pulled his XM8 before Charles could react.

“Shut the F—K up! I am in charge now. I have had enough of your pansy boy tactics. You will help me if you want to live. Cock your gun and drop the clip. ((OOC: One bullet wouldn’t be able to pierce a SACS so Jack has nothing to fear from a single bullet. But a clip could do him in. So he wants Charles to be able to kill zombies while not being able to harm himself.))”

Charles cocked his gun and hit a little switch with his pinky. The clip dropped out of his gun as he holstered it.

“XM8. Fire half your clip into that corpse. Then give me your other ammo.”

Charles fired half his clip into the corpse then flicked on safety. He threw all his clips to the feet of Jack.

“A hole.”

“What!?”

“Nothing sire.”

“Good. Lets see this gun shop. Charles, stand guard.”

Jack and his new force of 5 other men entered the shop. The walls were lined with guns, beneath them shelves were full of ammo. Display cases held handguns and knives. Manikins sported body armor and swords. Many types of guns and ammo were also in display cases, shelves, and piles in the middle.

“We are in heaven.”

“We either stay here. Or go somewhere else and take as much as we can.”

“We were actually staying at this mall.”

“Food?”

“Yeah.”

“Grab as much as you can.”

Jack turned around to see Charles standing in the doorway brandishing an XM8. Jack went to grab his and realized he had put it down when he came in.

“You don’t have enough ammo to kill me.”

“Not true. This isn’t my gun. Its yours.”

Charles dropped an XM8 from his back and aimed the one he held at Jack’s head.

“Are you feeling lucky, A-hole?”

“Well, I wou-”

Before Jack could finish Charles pumped him full of hot lead. As his corpse fell he continued to shoot until he was out of ammo.

As Charles gathered what he could from Jack he looked at the men.

“There is a work store next door and a toy store on the other side. Get wheelbarrows and wagons. If you can find a car or even better a van, drive it over here.”

As Charles and one of the new men brought all contents of the store to the doorway the men went next door and gathered wheelbarrows.

One man luckily found a large truck and pulled it over.

“I love you.”

“I do to, load it up.”

After several hours everything in the store had been put into the truck and the 6 remaining men hopped in.

“We’re off to the mall.”

Woa woa woa, slow down my cowboy friends, explain to me in slow easy to understand words what the heck is happening. Well-what I'm REALLY asking is can I still use Andreus to tear zombies arms off and beat them down with them.

OOC: Its not Public yet. My government doesn't even know IG is loose. P.S. this is in my nation, not GE.

When I let it go public I will send in more people. Your dude can be one of them. Unless you can think of a way that to get your dude in and start fighting.

You would have to:
Fin out what was going on
Get past my almost inpenetrable defenses
And more

Basically unless I think of a way to get him he will have to wait. But he WILL get in if you wait.

Unless you can think of a way that to get your dude in and start fighting.

You would have to:
Fin out what was going on
Get past my almost inpenetrable defenses
And more

Basically unless I think of a way to get him he will have to wait. But he WILL get in if you wait.

Um..I'll wait for your people to get him in rather than face the, you know, certain death thing. Well he was last seen shambling around in the slums damaged and with no purpose, so maybe you could find a way he could get in, soon please, I hate being out of the action. :D

OOC: Ill try to rap up teh Secret IC part as fast as possible.

OOC: Seeing how none of this directly concerns me...

IC:

In the Lightning Starian Capital of Helios during a blizzard

It was a freezing -27 degrees F in the capital of Helios, with windchill it went well into the -40's. It was rarely this cold before Christmas, Eid, and/or Hanukkah. Donning the snow-covered mansion that was the Counciliary(where the Council Room is located) were wreaths and christmass lights, as well as a big star of David on top and a sign above the entrance which said "Marhaban" (Arabic for Hello) in gold plated arabic letters. Inside, were it was warm and toasty, government people were resting. Some read books and drank lattes, others watched Spartacus(the 2004 edition, not the old 1950's one) on the magnificent theater screen. In the majestic council room, even the Technocrats were relaxing.

"Awww, #&@* it!" exclaimed Technocrat Jim as he realized his popcorn had burnt on the stove. Technocrat Adolf sighed while chopping up cucumbers and said, "THIS is why we should never let Jim cook. Remember last thanksgiving?"
"Oh yes!" remarked Technocrat Kelvin from inside the bathroom , "The turkey managed to explode right as we put it down on the table!"
"Well it's not my fault!" retorted Jim, "I spent my entire childhood converting old computers into robots to do all my cooking FOR me!"
"Oh shut up!" yelled Technocrat Alfonso from the meeting room.
"Look! The news is on! Oh goody!" squealed Technocrat Farina, the only female technocrat.
"The news? Pfft!" grumbled Technocrat Neo,"I stared in a multi-million dollar movie trilogy!"
"Yeah, a movie trilogy that SUCKED!" replied Farina, which caused Neo to grumble even more.
"Ooooh look! Generias rebellion is slowing down!"
The doorbell to the room rang.
"Forget the news! The Pizzas here! Hurry, put in Braveheart!"
After everyone found a place to sit in the room, Technocrat Thomas brought in the pizzas(3 pepperonni, 3 cheese, and one with everything on it.) and switched on Braveheart.

OOC: Well, if you guys are going to do stuff that doesnt concern me and is off the topic of Generias holy war, so can i!

OOC: Actually mine is closely related to teh war. And as a matter of fact pretty much is. And it doesnt concern anyone but those small teams as of yet. But I liked your post, lol.

OOC: Actually mine is closely related to teh war. And as a matter of fact pretty much is. And it doesnt concern anyone but those small teams as of yet. But I liked your post, lol.

OOC: WEll, it actually doesnt take place in Generia and it has Zombies in it but i guess it DOES have to do with Generia.

Oh, and thanks for complementing on me post :p

((OOC: TLS, I'm going to have to say that was one of the most random hilarious things I have ever read in my life. Congratulations, you have suceeded in amusing me thoroughly.))

((OOC: TLS, I'm going to have to say that was one of the most random hilarious things I have ever read in my life. Congratulations, you have suceeded in amusing me thoroughly.))

((Wow! Thats a big complement coming from such a gifted writer as you :D))

*grovels before GE*

((Adn the thing is...it's all true! Those people are all REALLY members of my government! And that is what they REALLY do!

I think you can tell why im always in the middle of some civil war and getting glassed.))

OOC: WEll, it actually doesnt take place in Generia and it has Zombies in it but i guess it DOES have to do with Generia.

Oh, and thanks for complementing on me post :p

Actually I'll explain how it is.

Generic's movement spreqad to my land.

Antonious came to power and the Borman soldiers in Generic came home.

Soldiers cleared all but one town of the crusade.

Last town was rumored to have bio-weapons in it.

Teams were sent in to get out any and all alive, zombies found.

So yeah.

:p

Actually I'll explain how it is.

Generic's movement spreqad to my land.

Antonious came to power and the Borman soldiers in Generic came home.

Soldiers cleared all but one town of the crusade.

Last town was rumored to have bio-weapons in it.

Teams were sent in to get out any and all alive, zombies found.

So yeah.

:p

THAT makes sense, it just happend so fast i didnt reallly figure out what was happening.

THAT makes sense, it just happend so fast i didnt reallly figure out what was happening.

OOC: Its ok.

IC:Charlie team was led by a buff no crap man named Tom. Tommy Smitherson.

Tom pushed aside the doors to the church as he and his men entered. Bodies hung on the walls, dishes full of human organs were at the alter.

“Nothing.”

Tom walked out and looked into the sky. Morning was approaching and with it would come light.

Tom rolled out a map fro the last time; he had to check to see he had the right course.

“Alright. Lets go, move through that ally.”

Tom walked through the ally looking at the sides covered in blood.

“This place is like something out of a movie.”

“This coup is like something out of a movie.”

Tom came out into another back ally. He immediately looked left to see a fleeting glimpse of a dark figure.

“Get him.”

Tom took off and ran down the ally. He looked right at the end and saw a light flicker to reveal a running person. Tom gave pursuit and almost caught up. But tripped.

“Dammed. Oh crap! My map is gone too.”

Tom got up and looked around him. Bodies and more bodies.

Then Tom heard gunfire. Tom ran to the gunfire with his men right behind. Eventually the scene was revealed.

Delta team was there, their guns pumping lead into several masked men.

“What was that?!”

“I’m Robert Oldman, leader of Delta. These men were leaders of the heretic anti Christian force. We all had orders to kill them and we did.”

“Oh. I’m Tom Smitherson, leader of Charlie.”

“This area sees to quiet. We strayed a bit of course and I suggest we stay together. Eight is better than four.”

“Agreed.”

The two men led their new team through buildings and streets searching for survivors. None.

“Sun is coming up. Its four o’clock, I say we start to head home.”

“Help…me.”

“I’m sorry, did you say something.”

“No, I thought you did.”

“Help…me.”

“It came from there.”

The men made their way to a pile of rubble and found a hand moving slightly. Immediately they began to dig the man out.

When it was done they had revealed a man in his late thirties with a pipe through his stomach. For some reason the blood was only coming out slowly.

“I don’t know why you are alive, but we will help you.”

Then something screeched, something not human. And with it figures started to come out of a house that the group had yet to check. Then a manhole opened as more came form there and then more from other rubble piles.

“Wow, I never imagined so many survivors.”

The man on the ground grabbed his leg.

“Those aren’t survivors. Those are…those are hell.”

“What?”

The man put his hand in his pant and pulled out a nine-millimeter pistol. He put it in his mouth and fired before the group could do anything.

“My god.”

“It’s too late, lets concentrate on these people. PEOPLE! We have come to help you!”

Just then the figures started to come out of the shadows of buildings and the sun began to light their faces.

“Oh my god.”

“Yellow skin peeling off, black spots, red eyes, sporadic movements, tangled hair, ratty clothes. Zombies.”

The group quickly readied their XM8s and took aim. Bursts started to come as the zombies then ran at nearly five times the speed they were walking at before.

“Jebus ((OOC: I meant to say Jebus)) Christ. What are these things!?”

“I dunno but start moving back.”

“Where to?”

“The convenient store behind us.”

The men fired short bursts as they walked back into the glass doors of the store. As soon as they were in they lowered the steel curtain and locked the doors.

Zombies banged on the doors and surrounded the building.

“Lock every door and window, seal them all.”

Tom went through a door to a back storage room. In there was a door to outside, an open door. Tom quickly ran to the door and let his gun hang at his side. He put both hands on the thick door and began to push it closed.

Tom was knocked over as a zombie smashed into him. It tried to rip off his armor as more zombies poured in the back.

“Its Tom.”

The soldiers came in and pumped hot lead into the zombies.

“Kill ‘em all. Push their bodies out and seal the door.”

Soldiers kicked corpses out into the back ally as their bullets held back the flow of enemies.

Tom got up and started to push the door shut once more. Several other people joined him and they managed to seal the door. Tom locked the several locks on the door and placed a large wooden bar through the handles at the side of the door.

“See if we can clean this up.”

Mops pushed all the blood into a dustpan and that was then sealed off into a freezer.

“Clean?”

“Yeah.”

“Should be safe to take helmets off, I wouldn’t though. There might be more than IG in the air.”

The men decided to keep their suits on and then searched the store for anything that might be useful.

“What do we have?”

“We have food, ax, rope, wheelbarrow, can opener, and various other things.”

“Alright…uh…Tom, any ideas?”

“Lets go to the roof and see what’s up there.”

At the roof the team was able to see all around the building. A thick circle of zombies encased it and there were several vehicles on the other side of the street.

“Alright. I say grenades. Men come out the front and drop trampoline. Me and you jump from the roof and lead ‘em to the other side. We take a van and drive.”

“Anyone else got an idea? Then we do Tom’s.”

The soldiers then planned exactly how to do it and worked out any and all bugs they could think of. In a little while they were ready to go.

Robert, Tom, and another soldier went on the roof and took aim with their weapons. Below two men were ready to instantly open the door and draw the steel curtain. One person was pushing a wheelbarrow full of supplies. The last two men were covering the wheelbarrow and ready to drop a trampoline.

Suddenly grenades rained down from the roof and opened up a large path in front of the store. Two men ran out and started shooting holes in zombies whilst driving for the vehicles.

A wheelbarrow followed swiftly behind and smashed into anything that got in the way.

Lastly two men ran out with a gun in one hand and the end of a trampoline in the other. They dropped it on the ground and fired at the zombies closing in on them.

Rob dropped down from the roof and rolled onto the ground. He took out his XM8 and helped hold off the flood. Next Tom came and followed suit.

The last man on the roof jumped, and ripped through the trampoline.

“Ah shit!”

The man tried to climb out of the steel ring but he was in too much pain.

“Lets go.”

Rob and Tom grabbed the man and began to drag him to the vehicle. The last two men were in front of them clearing the path.

Zombies began to push forward and managed to grab onto the man’s legs. He fired his XM8 and tried to clear himself, but he ran out of ammo. The man went to change the clip, and his gun was snatched away.

Finally they managed to pull him away from Rob and Tom.

“Don’t leave me!”

“Let’s go, we can’t help.”

The remaining seven men piled into the van, two in the front, five and the supplies in the back.

As they drove off they saw their comrade die.

Zombies were ripping at the man’s armor, it was giving way. His XM8 was out of reach so he grabbed his desert eagle. He shot several zombies then unloaded the rest of the clip in another zombie. The man went to grab more ammo, but it was gone.

Then he heard a crunch as his leg plate was pulled off. Suddenly his breastplate was ripped off. He felt hands grabbing at him, pulling. Bullet proof vests ripped off. Then he felt incredible pain. He looked down and they were ripping off his skin and eating it. Piece by piece. He took out every grenade he had and pulled the pins.

Chancellor Licinius stepped up to the large podium and took a sip of water.

“I...I am sorry to regret that IG has been released in one of our cities. We sent 20 men in. We have at least 4 confirmed deaths. And the virus seems to have mutated. These are more powerful zombies and turning to one seems to be instantaneous.

We need any and all willing to, to go into the city infected. We want all our team pulled out and any survivors saved.

Secondly and least importantly we want at least one zombie taken alive. We need to study this and create a cure. Any and all nations helping will receive a discount for the cure. Any and all nations assisting in finding the cure will receive it for free. That is all.”

Chancellor Licinius stepped back into the limousine and sped away.

OOC: Now people can join. But you will only be able to get into the country if you have first contacted the government.

Chancellor Licinius stepped up to the large podium and took a sip of water.

“I...I am sorry to regret that IG has been released in one of our cities. We sent 20 men in. We have at least 4 confirmed deaths. And the virus seems to have mutated. These are more powerful zombies and turning to one seems to be instantaneous.

We need any and all willing to, to go into the city infected. We want all our team pulled out and any survivors saved.

Secondly and least importantly we want at least one zombie taken alive. We need to study this and create a cure. Any and all nations helping will receive a discount for the cure. Any and all nations assisting in finding the cure will receive it for free. That is all.”

Chancellor Licinius stepped back into the limousine and sped away.

OOC: Now people can join. But you will only be able to get into the country if you have first contacted the government.


A message from the Mechanized Technocracy.

To: Borman Empire
From: Technocrat Neo

We believe that it would be wise to burn the city down with Napalm. You may loose your team, but you will secure your nation from the evil Zombies.

OR we could send in our Mech's to destroy the Zombies and extract some DNA and such. We will split it 50/50. Your half you can use for the cure, the other we will use to make the most powerful biological weapon known to man.

OOC: Actually my government is most concerned about capturing it and making a bio-weapon.

IC:
Official Imperial Statement:

No. We need those men alive.

Secret IC:

...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

TO: The lightning Star
From: Chancellor Licinius

A bio-weapon. Great minds think alike. We were planning the same. We need our men out and one or more subjects alive. Ten we can make a weapon and cure.

End Transmission

OOC: I already got description in mind and part made.

OOC: Actually my government is most concerned about capturing it and making a bio-weapon.

IC:
Official Imperial Statement:

No. We need those men alive.

Secret IC:

...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

TO: The lightning Star
From: Chancellor Licinius

A bio-weapon. Great minds think alike. We were planning the same. We need our men out and one or more subjects alive. Ten we can make a weapon and cure.

End Transmission

OOC: I already got description in mind and part made.

OOC: I knew you were gonna use it to make a weapon. Why? Because if you didnt, youd just nuke the place and kill all the zombies, since they were caused by a MUTATION in the weapon(and a rare one, may i add.)

IC:

To:Borman Empire
From: The Lightning Star

Ok, if you want us too we can send in 100 of our mechs, rescue the guys, get at least one zombie, and then either your airforce or ours(which is well trained in burning stuff, may i add) will burn the city to the ground. We can then bombard it with artillery for 2 days straight.

OOC: I have a crude map of the city. I got zombie locations, team locations, and gun store locations, along with a mall. Anything else I need.

OOC: I knew you were gonna use it to make a weapon. Why? Because if you didnt, youd just nuke the place and kill all the zombies, since they were caused by a MUTATION in the weapon(and a rare one, may i add.)

IC:

To:Borman Empire
From: The Lightning Star

Ok, if you want us too we can send in 100 of our mechs, rescue the guys, get at least one zombie, and then either your airforce or ours(which is well trained in burning stuff, may i add) will burn the city to the ground. We can then bombard it with artillery for 2 days straight.

OOC: Do your guys have a suit that can completly seal them off from outside? Otherwise decrease the number and I can give your dudes some SACS. I still havn't decided if there is anything in the air. G2g.

OOC: Do your guys have a suit that can completly seal them off from outside? Otherwise decrease the number and I can give your dudes some SACS. I still havn't decided if there is anything in the air. G2g.

OOC: We use these suits in space and underwater. They're completely healed. We'll even bring along some extra ones to put your guys in.

OOC: Heres a picture of the mechs: http://www.lightengine3d.com/downloads/plugins/rayDiffuse/userImages/MechProvvis_18.jpg

Alright. Send in 100.

Ooo! Ooo! Can Andreus come in yet? Um, someones gonna have to get him in but..... Can he?!

The virus won't hurt him much, he's got an adaptive cybernetic immune system. And if its an airborne virus then he has filters.

Of course someone would have to TELL him there was a virus

He's sorta been almost a nothing in the thread so far but I still want him to do SOMETHING :D

OOC: If he has any part of human in him then if he comes in contact with zombie blood, spit, or excraments (sp?) or gets bitten then he will become a zombie.

We can give him a suit to protect him.

He himself can ask the gov't to help or if he is part of your gov't they can say they will send him.

Roger, the 1st and 4th Mech Companies are being deployed to your area. They'll arrive there in 1 day(1 hour RL). From there on, you take control of the 1st company and ill take the 4th(so that when only one of us is here we still accomplish something.)

OOC: Good idea. 50 for each, right?

OOC: Good idea. 50 for each, right?

OOC: Yup.

Ill just tell you the name of the commander of 1st is Captain James R. Walker.

OOC: Yup.

Ill just tell you the name of the commander of 1st is Captain James R. Walker.

OOC: Oh my lord, thats my name. Not.

OOC: Oh my lord, thats my name. Not.

OOC: Lol! ;)

OOC: I should have Echo company by tomorrow and then you can send your dudes in. But I wont be here thursday or Friday.

OOC: If he has any part of human in him then if he comes in contact with zombie blood, spit, or excraments (sp?) or gets bitten then he will become a zombie.

We can give him a suit to protect him.

He himself can ask the gov't to help or if he is part of your gov't they can say they will send him.

Ah, suit is good, goooood suit. Ok, here goes.

Andreus walked the streets of the Borman empire. Weeks after his excursions in the Generic Empire, he had heard rumours of defilement of human flesh by inhuman weapons. He had come to see if the rumours had come true, and also because of a less explainable reason. He had had a series of dreams, dark in nature that plagued his sleep. Men and women in tattered apparell, flesh dead but still harbouring a limited sensience. The sencience felt wrong in his dreams, a stain on the Lords creation, and so he had travelled following landmarks seen in his nightmares and for lack of a better word his feet.
So after days of travel he found himself in the Borman empire, where he came accross the rumours that a section of it had been blockaded, no civilions allowed inside. The rumours went that things stalked those streets that weren't human, wheras it used to be a successful friendly reigon. He was sure that whatever haunted his sleep lay inside the blockade and he needed to get inside.
As Andreus walked along the street attracting strange glances from passers by, he concluded he could not get inside without consent from the government putting the town under guard. He stopped by a phone booth and dialed in a number he had found exeedingly useful in the past.
'Hello?' A voice spoke from the handset
'Hello Sam, a while since we have spoken I know' Andreus replied

'Andreus? Well its good to hear you'r voice again, every time we talk I get the feeling it is the last time we'll talk.'

'I need a favour Sam'

'Oh god, again? Andreus look, I value our friendship I know and I know I owe you alot but hav'nt I payed you back yet? I'm the Govenor of a country now I can't deal out favours afforded to me to everyone I know. Its getting harder to hide this stuff in the paperwork.'

'There was a time when you would do anything for a friend for the sake of the friendship, you cannot tell me all that has changed due to you'r job.
If it makes you feel any better there is'nt any civil war this time.'

'Oh that makes me feel so much better. I still regret sending you to the Generic empire. If anything YOU owe ME.' Sams voice paused
'Fine, what is it?'

'I need you to send a message to the Borman government....................'


To: The Borman empire
From: The Commonwealth of staggering drunks

We are aware of rumours going around recently that there is a disturbance in your nation, as a concerned nation we feel compelled to help in any way our smaller nation can. We have sent an agent of ours, as we have a standing army only enough to defend our borders it is all we can offer. He is a little...unorthadox, but loyal and has a history of success in the tasks given to him.



OOC: Never had to write a government message, it kinda stunk but hey.

...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique:

To: The commonwealth of Staggering Drunks
From: Chancellor Licinius

We know of him. We let him in. Our nation is surrounded by many many defenses, one of which is a wall. While he was asleep we brought him in. If he wishes to go in he may just approach the gates and tell who he is. Tell him the pass of identification is 8275Penis.

End Transmission

OOC: I just had to end the last part.