NationStates Jolt Archive

Doom City Airport, Doomingsland

Presedent Sergei Illyanov of the Isle of Rose had been invited on a hunting trip by Emperor Helldawg V of Doomingsland. It was mainly for fun, but it would be good politics to be seen having a good time with another national leader. The emperor sat in an ordinary chair, the type you would usauly find at an airport, sitting at the diplomatic terminal, awaiting the arrival of the Rosian president. He was clad in MARpats, and his .45 hung on his side. His Dragunov was leaning up against his chair. There were 311 notches carved in the stock, marking the kills he had made with the weapon. His P90 also hung on his chest, attached to his armor. These were no deer they would be hunting. They would be hunting...the most dangerous game. And no, its not men.

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After much begging and bribing, Sergei was finally able to go to Doomingland alone. Diane of course, wanted to join in (being the independent woman she is) didn't want to leave Sergei to the wild. Of course, Sergei reassured her that he would not be brutally raped by the wild. But who knows what'd happen anyway?

Sergei was already in Doomingland. His weapons? An RAR-1K, an RSMG-1, a Colt .45, and his rife, the PSG-1. Now, why did he need a commando gun and a submachine gun? Well, the more the merrier right? And where were his weapons? In his suitcase of course! It went by the X-ray... and of course, the alarm rang.

Sergei saw as the police started approaching him, and of course, he raised his hands up. "Damn it! I'm a diplomat! I'm going hunting with the Emporer! I'm a President damn it!" And of course the police didn't believe him.

"Yeah yeah..." One said. "Hope you enjoy jail." He then proceeded to put handcuffs on Sergei.

"Oh this is bullshit! I want my rights! I am a President damn it! I am the President of The Island of Rose!" And he kept ranting...

((OOC: I think you need to save him now :/ ))

"Rights? Hahaha, since when do retards have rights? Hahaha!" chuckled one of the cops, errecting his shock baton.

The emperor appeared right infront of them,

"Forgot your diplomatic passport, eh Sergei? He's with me, my servants."

"Yes, my lord," replied the futuristic-looking cops, almost robotically. They released Sergei, and they headed out to an awaiting limo. It was a stretch hummer, with a 90 inch plasma screen.

"Well, its a three hour ride to the air base, let's do something fun..." he said, switching on an XBOX, and popping a Halo 2 disk into the tray, "Hehehe, and they said my intellegence guys suck."

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Sergei grabbed the controller. "Bah, you have agents in my country? That sucks..."

He started the game... obviously. "You know, if I die, I will kill you from beyond the grave." He laughed then put on a serious face. "Seriously."

He looked on as he was shooting as his bags were being loaded. "Oy, I have my sword in there."

And then he died... "Hey! Fucking Elites ran me down!" And so he mumbled.

((OOC: Sorry, I fell asleep.))

"I'm not saying anything..." he said as he snuck up behind Sergei, and pistol whipped his in the back of the head for a one-hit kill with his plasma rifle.

They continued pwning one another for the next few hours, eventualy playing online and beating up on small children who can't play properly. Finnaly they came to the airbase.

"OK, here we are, the helo's waiting on pad one," said the driver.

"Good, c'mon Sergei, we have many things to kill this day."

They headed out to the helo, the emperor loading the individual rounds into the magazines. He didn't trust other people with his guns. Finnaly, he pulled on a ski mask, and put a set of IR goggles on his head, also tossing a pair to Sergei.

"You'll need these, trust me."

The helo lifted off, and headed out to a dark and ominous looking mountain...

occ: my name is otto and im 8 years age, i will now rp?

hello i have an nano-gun that will schoot 7 trillion times at doomingsisland for to kill the place dead. the gun will schoot 7 trillion times in a nano-second. And then after i ahve killed the whole place and town of yer strong i will send in troops to kill all the dogs so they do not ever bite me when i come in to the town in my pop car. Okay? good yes?






occ if i do going wrong here let me know i am only 8!

Sergei put on the magazine on his PSG-1. "Hm, let's just hoped we don't get killed."

He caught the goggles, putting them on. Of course he freaked out. "Infared...." He mumbled.

He started preparing himself. His RSMG-1 attached to his right side, his Colt .45 attached to his left, and his RAR-1K on his back. Yup, he was armed. He looked at the giant mountain ahead. "Bah... I'm going to freeze my ass off..."

He looked at his own white clothes. "Yup." Then at the Emporer. "I hope the game is good."

He stuck out his PSG-1 from the window, just aimlessly aiming at the sky, bored. And he would do that until they arrived.

occ: my name is otto and im 8 years age, i will now rp?

hello i have an nano-gun that will schoot 7 trillion times at doomingsisland for to kill the place dead. the gun will schoot 7 trillion times in a nano-second. And then after i ahve killed the whole place and town of yer strong i will send in troops to kill all the dogs so they do not ever bite me when i come in to the town in my pop car. Okay? good yes?

occ if i do going wrong here let me know i am only 8!

((OOC: Well, you misspelled, and that's impossible. I think you should come back when you're older... and Otto, don't tell your name to people online. You shouldn't even be online, do your homework or something.))

The emperor stuffed a fresh mag into his P90, and pulled back the bolt, hearing the satisfying shick shick sound. He strapped it onto his chest, and stuffed a fresh mag into his Dragunov, and did the same. Finnaly, he came to his colt, and, well, did the same.

"Yup, this is some scary shit we're hunting."

The Chinook arrived at the LZ, out in the middle of the woods at the foot of Mt.Torment. The woods were supposedly haunted, or so the non-higher ups were told. It was inhabbited by beings far worst than ghosts....

"OK, Sergei, our objective is to head to the top of the mountain were we'll be picked up. Keep your finger on the trigger, and your weapon pointed down range, and we'll all come back in one piece." he said, mimicking the sergeant from Halo...

okay sorry guys i will go now, I am not good english though, and i will go do my homework, but my dad says because i am german i am smart more then anyone els, so i do not need so study that all often, but i will go thank you

Sergei pointed his PSG-1 ahead. He chuckled. "We're not in HALO now Emporer." He smirked. "So stop imagining, you know you command more then a squad."

He start walking, sweat hit his brow. Was it the clothes? Was he nervous? Maybe it was both? Maybe it was getting hot in here? Now I'm just rambling. Either way, Sergei was... anxious.

Sergei started to walk slowly, he saw the large peak, he sighed though not a sad sigh. It was more of a sigh sigh. "What exactly are we hunting? The most dangerous game?"

He chuckled. "I hope not, I hate killing humans."

"I've found that no game can escape me...it had become...boring, until now, that is. Yes, Sergei, we're hunting the most dangerous game. But it's far more dangerous than humans..." he said, suddenly stopping, and sniffing at the ground.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large, hairy, beastly creature came flying out of the trees. The emperor, almost casualy, raised his P90, and put three rounds through the creature's head...or what seemed to be a head.

"Sergei, this is a trigen. It's a genetically enhanced gorrilla, basicly," he said, picking up the creature, "If you notice here, you'll see that the teeth are three inches long, and look how sharp," he touched a tooth, and it immediatly drew blood, "We ain't in Kansas anymore."

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Sergei walked up to the dead creature. He kicked its head softly. "Wait..." He aimed his PSG-1 at the creature, a pull of the trigger, boom! The creature was shot in the head.

Sergei smirked. "I love doing that."

A sound, a foreign sound, a strange sound. Another Trigen, of course Sergei saw this, but unlike Helldawg he frantically shot his PSG-1... missing every time.

He snapped his RSMG-1 off, of course it held 65 rounds. He fired, the thumping noise of the gun could be heard. The Trigen jumped at him, but he was stopped midair by the bullets, but now it was bleeding to death.

He drew out his Colt .45, shooting it in the head to finish the job. "Hm, this is dangerous."

He picked up his PSG-1, putting in another magazine, and doing the same with his RSMG-1 too. He looked at Helldawg. "Hm, let's hope I even make it out alive."

Helldawg smiled to him beneath his mask,

"Well, with that marksmanship of your's, you'd already be dead if you didn't have me around. You should make it," he said, drawing his scimitar, and taking the head of the trigen he'd killed.

Sergei scoffed, kicking the fallen Trigen' head a bit. "I was surprised, it's not everyday freaks of nature attack me."

He raised his brow as Helldawg cut off the head. "Hm, I don't know why you take the head. You being Emporer, you can force people to believe you." He laughed. "But I digress, let's go."

He cocked his PSG-1 and started walking towards the peak again, leaving behind the rotting corpse of the Trigen.

Sergei scoffed, kicking the fallen Trigen' head a bit. "I was surprised, it's not everyday freaks of nature attack me."

He raised his brow as Helldawg cut off the head. "Hm, I don't know why you take the head. You being Emporer, you can force people to believe you." He laughed. "But I digress, let's go."

He cocked his PSG-1 and started walking towards the peak again, leaving behind the rotting corpse of the Trigen.
"It's a custom of my people to take the head of one's fallen enemy, a practice still practiced," he added, with a twisted smile, "this is going right on my mantle next to the others..."

They continued up the hill, swiftly and silently. Suddenly, the emperor saw a huge heat signature,

"Oh, shit, get down!"

They both hit the dirt, and sprayed into a large group of trigens clumsily leaping toward them, cutting them to pieces...

Sergei growled. "Ah fuck it, my RAR-1K's more useful." He reloaded his PSG-1 again, putting it on his back. At the same time, he got his RAR-1K, which he admired really.

He chuckled as he cocked his gun. "Night vision scope, infared scope, laser sight, silencer handle and bullpup... all standard on our Assault Rifles, only this one is the Kommando version."

He stood up, turning on his laser and pointing it around at everything. "Give me something and I'll shoot it."

He pointed at Helldawg. "Heh, I bet you're used to this." He went back to pointing in front of him as he continued to go up the hill.

"We got all that crap built into the helmets our boys wear. Yeah, you have no idea how used to this I am..."

OOC:More later, I go eat.