NationStates Jolt Archive

Think you're a sharpshooter? Does your pinpoint accuracy put a sniper's to shame? Can you hit a beetle with a slingshot from five-hundred meters away? Well, maybe not the last one, but you obviously have some confidence in your aim, otherwise, chances are you wouldn't be reading this. Do you like to hunt? Of course you do. Here at the Festival of the Hunt, you will be able to hunt many creatures: Shoobans, deinonychuses, antelope, lions, tigers, bears (oh my!), communists, Nazis, feminists, socialists, dissident college students, and even a few ultra-rare tyrannosaurs. Think you've got what it takes? If so, please fill out an application and send it to Generalissimo J.L. at the Presidential Palace. We hope to see you there!

"Aren't you in jail?"-The Great Leader Li.

"Aren't you in jail?"-The Great Leader Li.

(OOC: The whole thread was cancelled. It's best to just move on, forget it, and pretend it never happened.)

Want to join?

*Fills out application with required information (Which was not stated) and sends to J.L.*

OOC: Gasp! I'm about to use the Chairman's first name!!!
Official Application:
Chairman Alexander Murdock would like to join this hunt, provided that he may use whatever weapon he likes. We are sure this is not a problem, as it never is, however we like to make sure. Seeing as the Chairman is a bit of a firearms enthusiast he may show up with a rather large array weapons. Okay, we'll be frank, he'll probably show up with a small arsenal. That's just him.
*All other information stated*

*Fills out application with required information (Which was not stated) and sends to J.L.*

Your application is, of course, accepted. I look forward to seeing you there, my good friend. Please bring whatever weapon you like, provided it is not nuclear. Preferrably a bow and arrow, but a gun would be fine, too.

-Generalissimo J.L.

"Sorry, I can't attend, I have a Shooban Hunt to attend to."-The Great Leader Li.

OOC: Gasp! I'm about to use the Chairman's first name!!!
Official Application:
Chairman Alexander Murdock would like to join this hunt, provided that he may use whatever weapon he likes. We are sure this is not a problem, as it never is, however we like to make sure. Seeing as the Chairman is a bit of a firearms enthusiast he may show up with a rather large array weapons. Okay, we'll be frank, he'll probably show up with a small arsenal. That's just him.
*All other information stated*

My good friend, Chairman Murdock, is of course more than welcome to attend. See you there.

-Generalissimo J.L.

Once we have about 3 or 5 more participants, we'll begin as soon as everyone is ready.

-Generalissimo J.L.

the mighty genetic infantry of Hefferstadt pwn all other troops.

seriously, you better just get on your knees now and start sucking me off. they're THAT good.

bump

[OOC: *tag* I may join, though Id have to finish work on the characters rifle first...]

[OOC: *tag* I may join, though Id have to finish work on the characters rifle first...]

(OOC: I'll reserve a place for you.)

I would like to join good friend, I will bring my horse, a cavalry spear, sword, and bow in addition to an M-82 .50 caliber.

-Shah Khosru III

I would like to join good friend, I will bring my horse, a cavalry spear, sword, and bow in addition to an M-82 .50 caliber.

-Shah Khosru III

Excellent! I look forward to seeing you there, my dear friend.

-Generalissimo J.L.

Your application is, of course, accepted. I look forward to seeing you there, my good friend. Please bring whatever weapon you like, provided it is not nuclear. Preferrably a bow and arrow, but a gun would be fine, too.

-Generalissimo J.L.

Damn, no nukes.

(OOC: I guess we could start now. If anyone else wants to join, feel free.)

Mounting a majestic, graceful white stallion of immeasurable pulchritude, with iron-hard hooves, thick, bunched legs brimming with muscle, and a long, billowing mane which the wind tousled about wildly, J.L. drew his golden scimitar and pointed ahead. "Forward, my friends!" he cried, and his stallion thundered off across the plain. "To the Festival!"

Dear Generalissimo J.L.,

I will at this hunt. I heard those Shoobans are fun to hunt. I’m on my jet heading to your great nation, right now.

- Count JWolf, a High Count of the Council of Twelve

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The Count was on black stallion beside J.L.’s stallion, the horse had black armor on the head and chest. The Count was wearing a black shirt and black leather pants with a black leather duster. On his head was WCC black beanie and he was wearing blue-trimmed sunglasses. The only weapon that could been seen, a Winchester Model 1866 rifle, was over his right shoulder. Count JWolf made the horse take off running.

The Shah, sitting upon a stallion riding across the fields like a glimmer of snow on the summer day shouted to JL, "Yes, my friend." The Shah moved his horse into a gallop and as he rode across the fields, the light of the sun came down on his armor, accented with gold and made of a combination of plates and mail reflected the sun like a mirror. On his hip, sat his jeweled shamshir while the bow was set around his back.

Dear Generalissimo J.L.,

I will at this hunt. I heard those Shoobans are fun to hunt. I’m on my jet heading to your great nation, right now.

- Count JWolf, a High Count of the Council of Twelve

Looking forward to it!

-Generalissimo J.L.

Before them stood a truly ferocious beast: a Spinosaurus. A whopping fifty feet long, it stood taller than a two-story building and weighed more than a tank. It had a long, crocodilian head with massive jaws flanked with serrated teeth longer than steak knives and sharper than scalpels. There was a six feet tall, leathery sail on its back, from whence it received its name. Its eyes, though coldly reptilian, suggested an avian, predatory intelligence. The Spinosaurus wiggled its fairly short arms in the air, brandishing its lethally sharp claws, and opened its jaws wide, unleashing a devastatingly shrill, ear-splitting, blood-curdling roar that caused the air and ground to shudder tumultuously with the impact, causing the stallions to bolt in the opposite direction in panic. J.L. tugged on the rein. "No, I will never surrender! Come, my friends, let us vanquish this horrid beast!"

"It will take all of us to slay this vile creature," J.L. said grimly, as the Spinosaur slowly swaggered forward, licking its chops, contemplating its would-be prey.

J.L. swung his scimitar laterally as the Spinosaurus charged, but he missed, narrowly. It butted him with its head, knocking him off his horse and shoving him roughly to the ground. It clamped its teeth into his stallion, effortlessly tossed it into the air with its jaws, and then snapped them shut over its torso, cleaving it in half, as equine organs and hot blood splattered everywhere. The Spinosaur bobbed its head up and down, slurping up the remains, and J.L. heard the sickening crunch of bones. The Spinosaur lowered its head, its putrid, scorching breath ruffling his trousers, and roared menacingly.

The Count’s horse start to panic, JWolf pulled back the rein. The horse clamed down and Count JWolf just looked at Spinosaurus “No, J.L. It will only take some TNT.” said the Count. A long piece of TNT in his left hand, “Hey, big boy. Open your mouth.” The fuse was lit then he throws the TNT towards the monster’s mouth.

The Count’s horse start to panic, JWolf pulled back the rein. The horse clamed down and Count JWolf just looked at Spinosaurus “No, J.L. It will only take some TNT.” said the Count. A long piece of TNT in his left hand, “Hey, big boy. Open up.” The fuse was lit then he throws the TNT towards the monster’s mouth.

The Spinosaur roared again, causing the TNT to fall out, exploding harmlessly by its feet. It snapped its jaws at the Count.

Bhalk pushed the front of his high-powered sniper rifle out of a group of bushes yards away from the conflict. He took aim and fired twice into each eye of the Spinosaur.

The Spinosaur roared again, causing the TNT to fall out, exploding harmlessly by its feet. It snapped its jaws at the Count.

The Count pulled back before the jaws got to him. But his poor horse's head was another story. Spinosaur jaw's locked on to horse's head, knocking the Count off the horse. Hitting the ground on his knees, he saw J.L. nearby. Hopping up, he runs over to him and asked "Can that thing attack things under it? You know, under it's feet."

Bhalk pushed the front of his high-powered sniper rifle out of a group of bushes yards away from the conflict. He took aim and fired twice into each eye of the Spinosaur.

The Spinosaur screamed as its eyes burst open in spurts of blood, and it began blindly thrashing its head about, roaring crazily, utterly frustrated.

J.L. helped the Count to his feet, and then charged head-on, stabbing his scimitar into the Spinosaur's neck when it lunged its head again; unfortunately, he wasn't able to pierce deep enough, and it drew its head back, ripping the scimitar out, and it roared ferociously as it stomped its foot down, nearly squashing J.L. like the cockroaches he detested so much. He grabbed his fallen scimitar, brandishing it. "Back, you savage beast! Back!"

The Shah pulled out a grenade tipped arrow, drawing it back in his bow and aiming carefully for the neck of the spinosaurus. Loosing it, he then turned back at full gallop and prepared another grenade arrow.

The Shah pulled out a grenade tipped arrow, drawing it back in his bow and aiming carefully for the neck of the spinosaurus. Loosing it, he then turned back at full gallop and prepared another grenade arrow.

The grenade arrow exploded, causing the Spinosaur's carotid artery to began streaming blood in every direction, as the dying beast shrieked and bellowed in extreme agony, flailing about wildly as its death approached.

J.L. clapped Shah Khosru, Bhalk, and the Count on the back. "Well done, my friends!"

“Damn, J.L We don’t have any ride now.” said the Count, looking over at his fallen horse.

No sooner had the Spinosaur had slain, when a pack of over fourteen Deinonychus (http://www.cbv.ns.ca/marigold/history/dinosaurs/datafiles/deinonychus.html) appeared. As tall as Michael Jordan, weighing slightly less than leopards, they were eleven feet long from the tip of their snout to the end of their tail. They had long tails strengthened by long rods of bone, scythe-shaped, five-inch claws on their middle toes, viciously clawed forearms capable of disemboweling a man in one swipe, serrated teeth that could shred even the toughest hides, large eyes with binocular vision and conveying a deep intelligence, flaring nostrils which inhaled fear, and stripes like tigers. They were lightning-fast, deadly, intelligent creatures who used coordinated attack patterns and hunted in an unpredictable manner.

The grenade arrow exploded, causing the Spinosaur's carotid artery to began streaming blood in every direction, as the dying beast shrieked and bellowed in extreme agony, flailing about wildly as its death approached.

J.L. clapped Shah Khosru, Bhalk, and the Count on the back. "Well done, my friends!"

The Shah spoke, "Thank you, mounted archery is a tradition in Parthia, I could ride before I could run."

“Damn, J.L We don’t have any ride now.” said the Count, looking over at his fallen horse.

J.L. whistled shrilly, and two more horses appeared (the stable was less than twenty yards away). He hopped on.

The Shah spoke, "Thank you, mounted archery is a tradition in Parthia, I could ride before I could run."

While fending off Deinonychuses, evading their swift bites and deadly slashes, diverting their quick attacks, J.L. asked, "So, want to keep the head as a souvenir, if we can stop the Deinonychuses from eating it?"

(OOC: I have to go. See you guys later. Keep posting, if you want. After the Deinonychuses come a few Tyrannosaurs, a few hundred Shoobans, and a pride of lions- all at the same time!!!!)

"Indeed my friend, now allow me to dispatch these peons." Firing off an arrow, the Shah then rode around in front firing two more before running off at full gallop firng arrows by turning his body around.

J.L. whistled shrilly, and two more horses appeared (the stable was less than twenty yards away). He hopped on.

Hopping up on his new horse, he said “I will try not to get this killed.” Then the Deinonychuses arrived, “Here we go again.” Spinning the Winchester around, he target the nearest one and fire. Hearing what J.L. said to Shah Khosru, he added "I want a tooth from it. It would make a cool looking dagger."

Bhalk picked up his radio and radioed to them, "I want part of it!"

Then Bhalk put his radio down and picked up his rifle. From his secluded distant spot he began to fire into the heads of the Dinosaurs and pick them off one at a time.

The Shah, the Count, and Emperor Bhalk's pinpoint accuracy and deadly efficiency were evident in the amount of blood that gushed everywhere, as Deinonychus heads burst like tomatoes, dousing the ground in gore. Already, seven of the creatures lay dying, writhing, squirming, and convulsing in slow, painful spasms of utter agony, as blood-tinged foam gargled in their throats.

The Shah, the Count, and Emperor Bhalk's pinpoint accuracy and deadly efficiency were evident in the amount of blood that gushed everywhere, as Deinonychus heads burst like tomatoes, dousing the ground in gore. Already, seven of the creatures lay dying, writhing, squirming, and convulsing in slow, painful spasms of utter agony, as blood-tinged foam gargled in their throats.

“Hell yeah, their dropping like flies.” said the Count. Then a Deinonychus jumped at the Count’s left side, so the Count acted by drawing a Colt Single-Action Army Revolver, Artillery model, with his left hand. Before the dino got to him, it fell on its face. “You can get me.” He called out. Putting up his revolver, he took aim with his Winchester, again.

“Hell yeah, their dropping like flies.” said the Count. Then a Deinonychus jumped at the Count’s left side, so the Count acted by drawing a Colt Single-Action Army Revolver, Artillery model. Before the dino got to him, it fell on its face. “You can get me.” He called out. Putting up his revolver, he took aim with his Winchester, again.

J.L. laughed heartily as the Deinonychus's head disintegrated in a thick gory burst, drizzling the ground in fresh blood. The few remaining Deinonychuses, the fight taken out of them, whimpered, turned around, and tried to flee. J.L. smirked. "We're not going to let them just run off, now are we?" he asked, winking at his friends.

Howling in fury, J.L. swung his golden scimitar laterally, lopping off one of the Deinonychus's heads with ease, as it rolled across the ground. His stallion neighed loudly, thrashed its front legs in the air, then turned around, and kicked the head, sending it flying.

J.L. laughed heartily as the Deinonychus's head disintegrated in a thick gory burst, drizzling the ground in fresh blood. The few remaining Deinonychuses, the fight taken out of them, whimpered, turned around, and tried to flee. J.L. smirked. "We're not going to let them just run off, now are we?" he asked, winking at his friends.

"No, we are not." said the Count. Taking aim at one of the retreating Deinonychuses, he pulled the trigger to his 'deer rifle'. The shot hits the spine of the dino. Jacking the empty cases out of the gun, he sees that he has to reload the gun. He then started putting one round in at one time as fast as he could. Only a few seconds passed (OOC: 30 seconds because he's a vampire) and the gun was full. There are a total of 16 bullets in the rifle, one round in the camber and 15 waiting to get into the camber. "I'm let the others take the rest."

J.L. smiled. "Bye bye, punks!" he said, tossing a molotov cocktail, which quickly scorched the remaining Deinonychuses to ashes. Then, he swiftly hacked off one of the dead dinosaurs' toes, ripped out the claw, and handed it to Bhalk. "For your dagger," he explained.

J.L. smiled. "Bye bye, punks!" he said, tossing a molotov cocktail, which quickly scorched the remaining Deinonychuses to ashes. Then, he swiftly hacked off one of the dead dinosaurs' toes, ripped out the claw, and handed it to the Count. "For your dagger," he explained.

IC: "Thanks. I will take it home and work on it." said the Count, taking the claw and placing it in one of his duster pockets. "Now, we kill off a big one thing and seven other ugly things. What’s next? Some of them Shoobans?" he asked.

OOC: The Count what something for a dagger blade. But don’t worry, everybody want something.

IC: "Thanks. I will take it home and work on it." said the Count, taking the claw and placing it in one of his duster pockets. "Now, we kill off a big one thing and seven other ugly things. What’s next? Some of them Shoobans?" he asked.

OOC: The Count what something for a dagger blade. But don’t worry, everybody want something.

OOC: HE GAVE IT TO ME!!! *Kills Transylvania* No but seriously:

IC: Bhalk shouldered his rifle and swung ontop of his white stallion sitting slongside him. Bhalk threw off the earphones (For rifle) and got the horse going. He charged upon his fellow hunters and jumped off his horse. The horse, Charlondon, came prancing back as Bhalk lifted up one of the dinosaurs.

Just then a Borman APC flew up to them and several soldiers got out. "Prizes? Anyone wanna store prizes wiht us they dont want to lose or carry?"

As they asked the other hunters Bhalk loaded several dinosaurs in. Bhalk went over to the Spinosaurus and lobbed off the sail on its back, then put it in the APC.

"Anyone else want to store anything?"

OOC: HE GAVE IT TO ME!!! *Kills Transylvania* No but seriously:

IC: "Anyone else want to store anything?"

OOC: Sorry. I am the one who want something for a dagger.

IC: "No, I'm not taking anything big." said the Count as guides his horse over to the Spinosaurus's head. Taking his hunting knife out, he cut off a tooth and placing it in his pocket. Riding back to the other, he asked Bhalk "What are you going to use the sail for?"

OOC: Sorry. I am the one who want something for a dagger.

IC: "No, I'm not taking anything big." said the Count as guides his horse over to the Spinosaurus's head. Taking his hunting knife out, he cut off a tooth and placing it in his pocket. Riding back to the other, he asked Bhalk "What are you going to use the sail for?"

OOC: I was joking.

IC:
"Probably mount it in my palace. Or use it on a ship, or turn it into clothes. I don't know yet. Any get me one of those teeth too."

One of the soldiers walked over to the Spinosaurs and cut out a tooth and then put it in the APC.

"Anyone else? We can't stay here much longer."

A jet black Comanche gunship landed near the main assembly area. After a short search Chairman Murdock found the other hunters.
"Sorry I'm late, had to do something before I came."
He had with him a custom hunting bow, the Dealcloser pistol, and an M-95S .50 caliber rifle, along with more than enough ammunition.
"I see I missed some action, oh well."
He shrugged and took the M-95S form its perch over his shoulder and loaded a 10 round magazine.

"Off we go."

The soldiers climbed inside the APC and shot off back towards the main base.

Bhalk climbed atop his steed and looked at his fellow hunters.

"There is something coming here now. I must get bakc to my sniper perch now."

With that he took off and made his way towards his perch, but found a better one. This one was a rock outjutting on a rock face covered by bushes with only a narrow winding path from the back allowing entry.

"Probably mount it in my palace. Or use it on a ship, or turn it into clothes. I don't know yet. Any get me one of those teeth too."

"Sweet." said the Count, letting his Winchester rest in his arms. Looking over at the new arrival, Murdock, he said "We killed us a Spinosaurus and around seven Deinonychuses already. I have a felling that there will be more."

"There is something coming here now. I must get bakc to my sniper perch now."

"Ok." said the Count "Watch our backs for us."

"Sweet." said the Count, letting his Winchester rest in his arms. Looking over at the new arrival, Murdock, he said "We killed us a Spinosaurus and around seven Deinonychuses already. I have a felling that there will be more."



"Ok." said the Count "Watch our backs for us."

Bhalk picked up his radio and began to reply, "Will do. I'm a good deal above you and I have a good line of sight so I should be able to see anything approaching. I...Oh my god!"

The barrel of bhalk's sniper rifle protrudes from the the bushes and begins to shake with conintunes fire. As soon as one shot is out Bhalk lets loose another one.

The rest of the party still doesn't know what's coming.

Bhalk picked up his radio and began to reply, "Will do. I'm a good deal above you and I have a good line of sight so I should be able to see anything approaching. I...Oh my god!"

The barrel of bhalk's sniper rifle protrudes from the the bushes and begins to shake with conintunes fire. As soon as one shot is out Bhalk lets loose another one.

The rest of the party still doesn't know what's coming.

“What the Hell is it?” asked the Count, using his radio. It was set in his right arm and had a mic running down to his mouth. Its color is dark blue. As he did that, he scanned the surround area with his rifle.

"Not expecting this to work."
Murdock, having overheard the transmission flips on his rifle's thermal scope and begins to scan for any movement, slowly circling, often turning back, just to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"There are two Tyranosuarus Rexs straight ahead, on the right side there are several hundred Shobbans screaming the S word (Sausage), and on yur left is a pack of lions charging full speed."

Bhalk took aim at the T-rex's eyes and fired, he shot two bullets into each eye and the T-rexs stopped charging and started stumblign about in a circle.

"T-Rexs should be ogne for a while. I'm going to open up on the Lions."

Bhalk then took aim at what appeared to be the alpha male of the pack and fired into the skull. Blood spluttered out of the hole as the Lion collapsed. Several lions stopped to see but the rest of the pack continued to charging.

"Alpha Lion is out. Lions will be upon you guys in about 10 seconds, Shoobans in about a minute."

Bhalk took aim at the foremost lions and began to fire, trying to pry some mroe tiem for the rest of the hunters to prepare themselves.

"There are two Tyranosuarus Rexs straight ahead, on the right side there are several hundred Shobbans screaming the S word (Sausage), and on yur left is a pack of lions charging full speed."

Bhalk took aim at the T-rex's eyes and fired, he shot two bullets into each eye and the T-Rexs stopped charging and started stumblign about in a circle.

"T-Rexs should be gone for a while. I'm going to open up on the Lions."

Bhalk then took aim at what appeared to be the alpha male of the pack and fired into the skull. Blood spluttered out of the hole as the Lion collapsed. Several lions stopped to see but the rest of the pack continued to charging.

"Alpha Lion is out. Lions will be upon you guys in about 10 seconds, Shoobans in about a minute."

Bhalk took aim at the foremost lions and began to fire, trying to pry some more time for the rest of the hunters to prepare themselves.

Turning his rifle to the left, he started to listen for any heartbeats that way. (OOC: The Count is daywalker.) Hearing a heartbeat to the right in front of him, he center on the heartbeat. Squeezing the trigger, the bullet was sent flew from the barrel. The bullet entered the lioness’ head, between the eyes, and straight trough to the heart. The lioness fell as the Count jacked another shell in his gun. “Bhalk, hold off the lions. I got an idea.” as he shoulder his rifle and turn the horse to the Shobbans. Taking other price of TNT out of his duster pocket as the horse run to the Shobbans. Light it as he rode, he saw the first group of Shobbans. He pulled back on the reins and throws at the same time. The TNT flew into the hands of a Shobbans. “Watz tis Maszter J.L.” said the poor dumb thing. After he finished, the fuse was done and it went boom. That Shobban was gone and took nine of its friend with it. Turning his horse around, he rode back to the others. “Shobbans are coming after me. Maybe 90 or more.” said the Count as he rode up. Bring his rifle back us, he wait for the Shobbans to show their ugly faces.

Suddenly, literally tens of thousands of wild Shoobans ran over to them, chanting idiotic litanies in their high-pitched, nasal, goose-like voices, as they threw rocks and crudely made arrows at the men.

"If you say so."

Bhalk rested his rifle on teh ground and quickly further fastened hsi horses riens to prevent it form running off the ledge. Bhalk ran back a bit then ran forward and jumped off the ledge. No doubt the people watching though he had soem sort of a death wish, but then he reached back and pulled a string and a small parachute popped out.

Bhalk glided down quickly but safely to the ground. He landed and his leg braces absobed most of the shock. Bhalk then quickly drew two dual Borman Raptor sabers and sliced off the parachute strings.

He charged forward to stand alongside the count as the Shooban mass came. The count had said maybe 90 or so, but he had nto seen the hundreds more charging behind that.

Then the bushes shook and the lions charged at them from one side and then the Shoobans came from the other side.

"Let's go J.L., come on Shah!"

"If you say so."

Bhalk rested his rifle on teh ground and quickly further fastened hsi horses riens to prevent it form running off the ledge. Bhalk ran back a bit then ran forward and jumped off the ledge. No doubt the people watching though he had soem sort of a death wish, but then he reached back and pulled a string and a small parachute popped out.

Bhalk glided down quickly but safely to the ground. He landed and his leg braces absobed most of the shock. Bhalk then quickly drew two dual Borman Raptor sabers and sliced off the parachute strings.

He charged forward to stand alongside the count as the Shooban mass came. The count had said maybe 90 or so, but he had not seen the hundreds more charging behind that.

Then the bushes shook and the lions charged at them from one side and then the Shoobans came from the other side.

"Let's go J.L., come on Shah!"

"Sorry didn't not see those ugly freaks." said the Count. "Bhalk, hopped on the back." Waiting for Bhalk to get on, he opens fire with his rifle at the lions.

Suddenly, literally tens of thousands of wild Shoobans ran over to them, chanting idiotic litanies in their high-pitched, nasal, goose-like voices, as they threw rocks and crudely made arrows at the men.

"Eat this barbarian" Screamed the Shah as he fired an arrow at the Shoobans before charging forward. From 50 feet away, he fired another arrow before turning around and running away. As he ran, he pivoted his back and fired arrows behind him, knocking out Shoobans with Parthian shots.

"If you say so."

Bhalk rested his rifle on teh ground and quickly further fastened hsi horses riens to prevent it form running off the ledge. Bhalk ran back a bit then ran forward and jumped off the ledge. No doubt the people watching though he had soem sort of a death wish, but then he reached back and pulled a string and a small parachute popped out.

Bhalk glided down quickly but safely to the ground. He landed and his leg braces absobed most of the shock. Bhalk then quickly drew two dual Borman Raptor sabers and sliced off the parachute strings.

He charged forward to stand alongside the count as the Shooban mass came. The count had said maybe 90 or so, but he had nto seen the hundreds more charging behind that.

Then the bushes shook and the lions charged at them from one side and then the Shoobans came from the other side.

"Let's go J.L., come on Shah!"

J.L. drew his scimitar. Peering deep into a Shooban's eyes with an intimidating, utterly malevolent gaze, J.L. whispered coldly, "My scimitar is thirsty for fresh blood...and you, my unlucky friend, will be the one to quench its thirst!"
He swung his scimitar vertically, cleaving the Shooban in two; the left and right halves of its body split apart, as internal tissue, chunks of muscle, and intestinal organs splattered everywhere.
He then thrust his scimitar through another Shooban's forehead, pierced its brain, and then tugged the blade out with such force that its entire head crumbled to pieces like a fortune cookie.
J.L. lobbed a few hand grenades, blowing several of the persistent, pesky creatures to smithereens.
"This is fun!" he said cheerfully.
One of the Shoobans tried to sneak up behind his stallion, but the stallion slammed its hoof into the Shooban's crotch, causing it to emit a mournful, ear-splitting scream as it doubled over, clutching its area and groaning in extreme pain. The horse kicked it in the face, putting a huge dent in its skull and killing it instantly.
"Good boy," J.L. said, patting its head affectionately.
The horse snorted angrily and threw him off.
"Hey, what's the big ide-"
It snorted, nodded in the direction of its legs.
"Aha...you're a girl. Okay, sorry, my misunderstanding."
J.L. jumped back on the stallion and continued massacring Shoobans.

J.L. lifted up an infant Shooban, less than two years old, and threw it up into the air. While it was in mid-air, he threw a series of shurikens at it, slicing its body to pieces, and he laughed triumphantly.

A small gaggle of Shoobans caught the Shah's eye, and burned an Avesta before his eyes. "Deaf ta Ahuwa Mazdahhhh!" they taunted, making laughing sounds that sounded like a mix between a cicida's mating call, a donkey giving birth, and an old dog snarling.

The Shah wheeled back around, removing his cavalry spear from the mount on the saddle and bracing it under his arm. Then, clutching the spear tightly, he charged into the hordes of Shoobans, aiming the spear for a small shooban child. The spear impacted into the tiny body of the child and as the horse trampled through the crowds the child was dragged on the ground before the Shah pulled back his spear in a violent toss and sent the child's body flying off the spear into the crowd of Shoobans. He was now deep within the mass of Shoobans. With his horse kicking the Shoobans, the Shah pulled out his mace and began to pound the Shoobans. One downward stroke collapsed the Shooban's skull and sent blood and spinal fluid everywhere. The Shah was full of vengeance, and wheeled his mace to sweep the bodies of those who burned the Avesta, only breaking their spines and leaving them to die.

The Shah wheeled back around, removing his cavalry spear from the mount on the saddle and bracing it under his arm. Then, clutching the spear tightly, he charged into the hordes of Shoobans, aiming the spear for a small shooban child. The spear impacted into the tiny body of the child and as the horse trampled through the crowds the child was dragged on the ground before the Shah pulled back his spear in a violent toss and sent the child's body flying off the spear into the crowd of Shoobans. He was now deep within the mass of Shoobans. With his horse kicking the Shoobans, the Shah pulled out his mace and began to pound the Shoobans. One downward stroke collapsed the Shooban's skull and sent blood and spinal fluid everywhere.

"Well done, my friend," J.L. said, laughing.

"Well done, my friend," J.L. said, laughing.

"Thank you my friend, care to see something requiring skills?" The Shah removed a tiny infant shooban from the arms of the dead mother and threw it in the air before firing off an arrow, which sailed through the tiny infant and embedded with the arrow penetrated through the back and stopped in the front by the feather.

To enrage J.L., several Shoobans began burning Bibles and photos of his beloved Thiensiri. "ARRGH, DIE YOU FUCKING SAVAGES!" he shouted, and began dousing them all with a flamethrower, reducing them to a sizzling heap of smoking, crispy ashes.
Meanwhile, more and more Shoobans came, by the thousands.
"More fun for us," J.L. said.

"Thank you my friend, care to see something requiring skills?" The Shah removed a tiny infant shooban from the arms of the dead mother and threw it in the air before firing off an arrow, which sailed through the tiny infant and embedded with the arrow penetrated through the back and stopped in the front by the feather.

J.L. laughed. "Brilliant!" Then he sighed, his expression reflecting melancholy. "If only one of us had brought a camera," he said dourly.

A small gaggle of Shoobans caught the Shah's eye, and burned an Avesta before his eyes. "Deaf ta Ahuwa Mazdahhhh!" they taunted, making laughing sounds that sounded like a mix between a cicida's mating call, a donkey giving birth, and an old dog snarling.

J.L. snarled. "Nobody insults my friend's religion and lives to see the light of day." He turned to Shah Khosru. "They're all yours, my friend. Make them suffer!"

OOC: Can I join?

Oh, and this sounds like a part of Final Fantasy IX. Very much like a part in Final Fantasy IX(at least the name. The "Festival of the Hunt" is a festival where you, uh, hunt.)

J.L. snarled. "Nobody insults my friend's religion and lives to see the light of day." He turned to Shah Khosru. "They're all yours, my friend. Make them suffer!"

"They shall pay," The Shah then wheeled his horse and rushed it forward. An arrow was fired from his tensed bow, piercing the skull of a Shooban woman while the Shah, armed with his spear charged forward. The point of the spear hit directly into a Shooban's torso, and then, as the horse moved forward two more Shoobans were impaled like pieces of lamb on a kebab skewer. With his spear too heavy to carry, the Shah dropped it and removed his shamshir from the saddle. With his curved blade, he hacked off legs and arms of Shoobans, so they would slowly bleed to death. With his left hand, he used a stick to poke out the eyes of other Shoobans, sending them running wildly as their sight was lost.

OOC: Can I join?

Oh, and this sounds like a part of Final Fantasy IX. Very much like a part in Final Fantasy IX(at least the name. The "Festival of the Hunt" is a festival where you, uh, hunt.)

(OOC: Sure, please join! Yep, that's where I got the name. ;))

"They shall pay," The Shah then wheeled his horse and rushed it forward. An arrow was fired from his tensed bow, piercing the skull of a Shooban woman while the Shah, armed with his spear charged forward. The point of the spear hit directly into a Shooban's torso, and then, as the horse moved forward two more Shoobans were impaled like pieces of lamb on a kebab skewer. With his spear too heavy to carry, the Shah dropped it and removed his shamshir from the saddle. With his curved blade, he hacked off legs and arms of Shoobans, so they would slowly bleed to death. With his left hand, he used a stick to poke out the eyes of other Shoobans, sending them running wildly as their sight was lost.

(OOC: What's a shamshir?)

IC:

"Good work, my friend," J.L. said. "These vile beasts are a disgrace to Christianity, Zoroastrianism, Islam, Buddhism, and all other religions! They are worshippers of Satan as well as Angra Mainyu and Kali! They shall all die!!!"

J.L. asked the Shah, "What's the youngest Shooban you've ever killed?"

(OOC: What's a shamshir?)

IC:

"Good work, my friend," J.L. said. "These vile beasts are a disgrace to Christianity, Zoroastrianism, Islam, Buddhism, and all other religions! They are worshippers of Satan as well as Angra Mainyu and Kali! They shall all die!!!"

OOC: Its a curved rather thin sword originating in Persia.

IC: "Thank you my friend, these Shoobans need to be killed I think for their deamon worship. As for the youngest, once I killed a Shooban child while a mother was giving birth to it by shoving a dagger into its soft spot."

OOC: Its a curved rather thin sword originating in Persia.

IC: "Thank you my friend, these Shoobans need to be killed I think for their deamon worship. As for the youngest, once I killed a Shooban child while a mother was giving birth to it by shoving a dagger into its soft spot."

J.L. laughed so hard he very nearly wet his pants. "My friend, I have never been more proud of someone than I am of you right now," he said, beaming.

“Bhalk, take the horse. I‘m going to get dirty.” said the Count jumping off it. Shouldering his rifle, he then drew one of his Samurai swords. With one in each hand, he charged at the Shoobans. Cutting the first one in half he ran it, all he did was laugh. The Count looked like a mad men in a fun house. Small hill of bodies stared from around him. child, babies or adults it did not matter. The Count was having fun. After a couple of minutes, the small hills were three feet tall and growing higher. It was a perfect circle around the Count. All the others could hear was the mad laughing from the Count.

“Bhalk, take the horse. I‘m going to get dirty.” said the Count jumping off it. Shoulder his rifle, he then drew one of his Samurai swords. With one in each hand, he charged at the Shoobans. Cutting the first one in half he ran it, all he did was laugh. The Count looked like a mad men in a fun house. Small hill of bodies stared from around him. child, babies or adults it did not matter. The Count was having fun. After a couple of minutes, the small hills were three feet tall and growing higher. It was a perfect circle around the Count. All the others could hear was the mad laughing from the Count.

"My friend, I find your wanton sadism most admirable," J.L. said, chuckling.

"My friend, I find your wanton sadism most admirable," J.L. said, chuckling.

“J.L, I am a vampire.” said the Count as he cut the top half of a teen Shooban’s head off. “And we live for this stuff.” Then he turn to another ugly thing then cuts it's legs off. As the body hit the groud, the Count somped its head in.

“J.L, I am a vampire.” said the Count as he cut the top half of a teen Shooban’s head off. “And we live for this stuff.” Then he turn to another ugly thing and cutted its legs off. As the body hit the groud, the Count somped its head in.

"Yoo ist a vompaiya?" one of the Shoobans said. It picked up a bulb of garlic, swallowed it, and ran forward to breathe in the Count's face.

J.L. grabbed a Shooban by the neck, gripped its wrists tight, and said, "Shah, grab the legs, and then we'll have our horses both run off in the opposite directions."

J.L. grabbed a Shooban by the neck, gripped its wrists tight, and said, "Shah, grab the legs, and then we'll have our horses both run off in the opposite directions."

The Shah grabbed the legs, and then began to make the horse run.

"I am here!" yelled Steve at the top of his lungs as he stood up high. He then searched around for a Shooban, which he found. Seeing his target, he jumped 200 feet in the air and threw a large javelin into the Shoobans head.

"Que Divertido!"

The Shah grabbed the legs, and then began to make the horse run.


"Gzzrzzrghhhhhwauggghhh!" it screamed, and there was a loud crrracccckkk as its body was stretched out, like a rubber band, and finally snapped in half.

"I am here!" yelled Steve at the top of his lungs as he stood up high. He then searched around for a Shooban, which he found. Seeing his target, he jumped 200 feet in the air and threw a large javelin into the Shoobans head.

"Que Divertido!"

"Hey, Steve!" J.L. said, waving. "As you can see, there are more than enough Shoobans for everyone. I estimate that there are at least 5,000 left."

"Yoo ist a vompaiya?" one of the Shoobans said. It picked up a bulb of garlic, swallowed it, and ran forward to breathe in the Count's face.

IC: "Garlic doesn't hurt me, freak." said the Count as his sword went through the Shooban's head. Spinning around, he cuts two four year old Shoobans in half.

OOC: The Count is a daywalker. All the good stuff but none of the weakness. There is something that can kill him in one hit but it is not there right now.

Suddenly, over sixty Shoobans surrounded the Count and began pelting him ineffectually with tiny rocks. "Yooza ki'd mah brudda, yooza ki'd mah brudda!" they chanted angrily.

"Hey, Steve!" J.L. said, waving. "As you can see, there are more than enough Shoobans for everyone. I estimate that there are at least 5,000 left."

"5,000? Que cool!" said Steve. He then speared three shoobans in a row, then excaliming "Mmmm, Shooban Shish-Kabab!"

"5,000? Que cool!" said Steve. He then speared three shoobans in a row, then excaliming "Mmmm, Shooban Shish-Kabab!"

"My friend, please don't tell me you plan on eating those putrid things," J.L. said. "God only knows what diseases are festering in their filthy, tainted bodies."

Suddenly, over sixty Shoobans surrounded the Count and began pelting him ineffectually with tiny rocks. "Yooza ki'd mah brudda, yooza ki'd mah brudda!" they chanted angrily.

"What the fuck are y'all saying?" yelled the Count, blocking the rocks with his swords. Then he ran his blade in a Shooban in front of him after that he throws his sword into the ground. The Shoobans stop and stare at the man. With his hand pointing down, a light click noise could be heard by them. Two Beretta Model 93Rs, with 20 round clips, fly from his duster and into his hands. "Bye, freaks." he said as his arm went up in front off him. Squeezing the triggers, he take out quarter of them before running out of ammo. Kicking back a couple of them as he was putting two fresh clips in. Then open fire at them ugly things again. The Shoobans were now down to twenty of them. Placing the pistols in his duster, he picked up his swords and charge at the remaining freaks.

"What the fuck are y'all saying?" yelled the Count, blocking the rocks with his swords. Then he ran his blade in a Shooban in front of him after that he throws his sword into the ground. The Shoobans stop and stare at the man. With his hand pointing down, a light click noise could be heard by them. Two Beretta Model 93Rs, with 20 round clips, fly from his duster and into his hands. "Bye, freaks." he said as his arm went up in front off him. Squeezing the triggers, he take out quarter of them before running out of ammo. Kicking back a couple of them as he was putting two fresh clips in. Then open fire at them ugly things again. The Shoobans were now down to twenty of them. Placing the pistols in his duster, he picked up his swords and charge at the remaining freaks.

(OOC: They're saying: "You killed my brother, you killed my brother.")

J.L. sighed. "Oh, no, they're almost all gone! Oh well, I can have my men send out more if needed."

"My friend, please don't tell me you plan on eating those putrid things," J.L. said. "God only knows what diseases are festering in their filthy, tainted bodies."

Steve sighed. "Por la ultima vez, J.L.,Shooban esel ingrediente mas importante en Cheetos." he said. Steve did not know why he had suddenyl begun to talk in Spanish, but he really didn't care.

"Por mi dios, ustedes va a morir!" he shouted at the Shoobans as he spinted towards a group of Shoobans, killing 10 of them with Javelins to the head.

Steve sighed. "Por la ultima vez, J.L.,Shooban esel ingrediente mas importante en Cheetos." he said. Steve did not know why he had suddenyl begun to talk in Spanish, but he really didn't care.

"Por mi dios, ustedes va a morir!" he shouted at the Shoobans as he spinted towards a group of Shoobans, killing 10 of them with Javelins to the head.

"Sorry, Steve, I forgot Spanish years ago," J.L. said ruefully. "I was once fairly fluent, now I know but a scant few words."

"Sorry, Steve, I forgot Spanish years ago," J.L. said ruefully. "I was once fairly fluent, now I know but a scant few words."

"Yo se, pero no puedo parar!"(I know, but I can't stop) said Steve as he set a fish on fire, threw it into a crowd of Shoobans, and watched the fish mysteriously explode, killing all the Shoobans around it.

"But good God, man, do you really eat these things!?" J.L. exclaimed, his face registering disgust. "Do you have any idea what they eat?"

"But good God, man, do you really eat these things!?" J.L. exclaimed, his face registering disgust. "Do you have any idea what they eat?"

"Son Para los Cheetos! PARA LOS CHEETOS!"(They're for the Cheetos. FOR THE CHEETOS! Because, if you remember, Cheetos are made out of Shooban.) Steve exclaimed.

"Son Para los Cheetos! PARA LOS CHEETOS!"(They're for the Cheetos. FOR THE CHEETOS! Because, if you remember, Cheetos are made out of Shooban.) Steve exclaimed.

"So basically, you're making Cheetos out of creatures who eat live rats, pig intestines, frog feces, expired limburger cheese in excess of fifty years old, and cottage cheese mixed with llama urine," J.L. said.

"Steve, I don't speak Spanish."

(OOC: They're saying: "You killed my brother, you killed my brother.")

J.L. sighed. "Oh, no, they're almost all gone! Oh well, I can have my men send out more if needed."

OOC: I know that. The Count just like pissing off people.

IC: “No, I say this was a good hunt.” said the Count as he finished off the Shoobans around him.

"So basically, you're making Cheetos out of creatures who eat live rats, pig intestines, frog feces, expired limburger cheese in excess of fifty years old, and cottage cheese mixed with llama urine," J.L. said.

"¡Si, pero hacemos muchos dinero de ellos! Gente gorda estúpida, no realizan lo que están comiendo..."(Yeah, but we're making a lot of money from it! Stupid fat people, they don't realise what they're eating) exclaimed Steve.

The Shoobans were all dead. Alas, it was not the end. Immediately afterwards, a pride of over twenty lionnesses, a pack of over fifteen wolves, more than ten bears, and several tigers lunged from the foliage to attack.

The Shoobans were all dead. Alas, it was not the end. Immediately afterwards, a pride of over twenty lionnesses, a pack of over fifteen wolves, more than ten bears, and several tigers lunged from the foliage to attack.

Standing on his small hill of Shoobans, the Count watched the tigers coming towards him. With his swords his hands, he could not get to his rifle or any other gun. Throwing one of his sword like a football, it flew through the air like a spear and contacted with a tiger’s head, right between the eyes. It pinned the tiger to the ground, the poor animal try to escape but hurt itself more as it did. The tiger died a slow painfully death. The Count had a smile on his face as other tiger jumped at him, passing the other sword to his right hand. He swung at the incoming tiger and cut its head off but the body hit him. Knocking him to the ground, it looked he was pinned down and could not get up. Then the tiger’s body shot off the Count and land beside him. Doing a kick up, he land on his feet. Stabbing the dead tiger, he said “Hold that for me.” Pulling a SITES Spectre 9MM M-4 (Has a 50 round clip in it.) from his duster, he open fire at the other two tigers running at him.

A pack of wolves swarmed around Steve, snarling ravenously and snapping their fanged, saliva-tinged jaws at the leg of his stallion. "Bad dogs!" J.L. said, whipping out a 45-X Bolt Action, and he began firing several shots in rapid succession, pumping the creatures full of lead.

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The SITES Spectre 9MM M-4’s clip was now empty and the tigers died, the Count let the submachine gun fall back into his duster. Spinning his Winchester around and he starts to reload it. Stand on his Shoodan hill, he scanned the area. He spotted the bears about 90 yards away from him. Center on the head of one of them, he fired and hit the bear between the eyes. Moving down the line, he did the same to four other bears. “Eleven rounds left and the bears are about 50 yards away now.” He targeted the closest one and fired. The bear’s head went back and blood went everywhere. Pointing the rifle at the ground, he took out another stick of TNT. Lighting the fuse, he throws it between the two bear at the back. The last bear walk right over before it blow up. After it blew up, the whole part of the bear’s belly was gone. Taking aim with his rifle at the closest bear, he wait for it to get 25 yards away from him.

J.L. let out a long, low whistle. "You are quite the hunter, Count. Why, if my men were half as good as you, Bhalk, the Shah, or Steve, my army would be invincible!"

J.L. let out a long, low whistle. "You are quite the hunter, Count. Why, if my men were half as good as you, Bhalk, the Shah, or Steve, my army would be invincible!"

"I have had a lot of practice in my life time, J.L." said the Count. Squeezing the trigger, the bullets flies from the barrel an into the closest bear. "I'm older than everyone of y’all add together." Catching something jump behind J.L., he spins towards J.L, who facing the Count, and pulls the trigger. The bullet flies right beside J.L.’s left ear and into the head of a wolf. Spinning back to the two bears, he shot them in the head and shoulders his rifle. Pulling his sword out of the tiger’s chest, he runs down to the tiger with his other sword it’s head. Take that sword in his left hand, he runs over to J.L. and said “Nobody is good as the man, the myth, the legend.” with a cocky grin on his face.

"d0 j00 w4nt sum Ch33tos?" asked Steve, who had, for some reason unknown to even him, switched to speaking in 1337 sp34k.

"No, Steve. I'm a vampire. Only need blood to live." said the Count as swings his swords at an incoming lioness. Connecting with its head, he said “Off with your head.” and some more laughing.

"I have had a lot of practice in my life time, J.L." said the Count. Squeezing the trigger, the bullets flies from the barrel an into the closest bear. "I'm older than everyone of y’all add together." Catching something jump behind J.L., he spins towards J.L, who facing the Count, and pulls the trigger. The bullet flies right beside J.L.’s left ear and into the head of a wolf. Spinning back to the two bears, he shot them in the head and shoulders his rifle. Pulling his sword out of the tiger’s chest, he runs down to the tiger with his other sword it’s head. Take that sword in his left hand, he runs over to J.L. and said “Nobody is good as the man, the myth, the legend.” with a cocky grin on his face.

J.L. let out a long, low whistle. "I am indeed quite impressed, my good friend," he said, with a look of astonishment on his face.

J.L. let out a long, low whistle. "I am indeed quite impressed, my good friend," he said, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"d0 j00 w|\|t sum ch33tos"?

"d0 j00 w|\|t sum ch33tos"?

J.L., remembering what Steve made them from, said, "Uh...no, thanks."

J.L. let out a long, low whistle. "I am indeed quite impressed, my good friend," he said, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Thanks." said the Count, attacking another lioness. "Steve, nobody wants any cheetos."

"Count, if you'd like, you can bite some of my prisoners' necks when we get back," J.L. offered. "I have thousands of communists you can dine on, if you want."

"Count, if you'd like, you can bite some of my prisoners' necks when we get back," J.L. offered. "I have thousands of communists you can dine on, if you want."

"Sound nice. I have not tasted a commie in long time" said the Count, as he ran his blade into the lioness. Blood spat on his face and into his mouth. Looking around them, he only see 15 lioness and four wolves left. A lioness charge him and jump at him from five feet away. With two moves, he moved to right with blade then to left with the blades. Sliding to side, the lioness flew between the Count and J.L. She hit the ground a little bit later and dividing into four pieces.

"Sound nice. I have not tasted a commie in long time" said the Count, as he ran his blade into the lioness. Blood spat on his face and into his mouth. Looking around them, he only see 15 lioness and four wolves left. A lioness charge him and jump at him from five feet away. With two moves, he moved to right with blade then to left with the blades. Sliding to side, the lioness flew between the Count and J.L. She hit the ground a little bit later and divides into four pieces.

"How do they taste?" J.L. asked.

"How do they taste?" J.L. asked.

"Better than one of Shoobans." said the Count. "I had some of their blood get into my mouth. It taste like blood from man, who died ten days ago. So, Shooban‘s blood tastes like shit.”

J.L., remembering what Steve made them from, said, "Uh...no, thanks."

"That's weird. You at them at that party we had...oh well." he then threw a spear that went through a random guys neck. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "I forgot we ran outta Shoobans..."

Turning to J.L., he said "Uh...who was that guy?"

"That's weird. You at them at that party we had...oh well." he then threw a spear that went through a random guys neck. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "I forgot we ran outta Shoobans..."

Turning to J.L., he said "Uh...who was that guy?"

"I think it was Bob Dole," J.L. said.

"I think it was Bob Dole," J.L. said.

"Hmmm. Ah well, I'll throw him in the Cheetos(TM) Vat with the Shoobans. Never tried Bob Dole flavor.."

"Hmmm. Ah well, I'll throw him in the Cheetos(TM) Vat with the Shoobans. Never tried Bob Dole flavor.."

"Well, enjoy," J.L. said.

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OOC: I'd be interested in joining, but um... Is it too late? And even if it isn't, I don't have the time to read all the other pages, I'm really overwhelmed with schoolwork now... So, well, I'd be willing to join, but I'd need a bit of filler...

“Will y’all two ladies quit talking and hunt.” said the Count with a hint of joking his voice. Then he cut another lioness in half.

OOC: I'd be interested in joining, but um... Is it too late? And even if it isn't, I don't have the time to read all the other pages, I'm really overwhelmed with schoolwork now... So, well, I'd be willing to join, but I'd need a bit of filler...

Sorry, but we've pretty much killed everything...

"But that's where you are wrong J.L.!" exclaimed Steve as he took out a thing with a big shiney red button on it. "Watch, and observe!". He pressed the button.

At first, nothing happened. Then, a subtle hum could be heard over the horizon. Within 3 minutes, there was a fleet of Chinook helicopters flying overhead, paradroping 10,000 Numidian slaves. As soon as they reached the ground, they ran for shelter.

"I figured that Shoobans were too easy, so I decided to give us bigger prey. Mind you, Numidian Slaves aren't that smart, but their smarter than Shoobans."

He then pulled out a pistol, aimed it in the air, said "Let the games re-begin!", and fired the pistol.

"But that's where you are wrong J.L.!" exclaimed Steve as he took out a thing with a big shiney red button on it. "Watch, and observe!". He pressed the button.

At first, nothing happened. Then, a subtle hum could be heard over the horizon. Within 3 minutes, there was a fleet of Chinook helicopters flying overhead, paradroping 10,000 Numidian slaves. As soon as they reached the ground, they ran for shelter.

"I figured that Shoobans were too easy, so I decided to give us bigger prey. Mind you, Numidian Slaves aren't that smart, but their smarter than Shoobans."

He then pulled out a pistol, aimed it in the air, said "Let the games re-begin!", and fired the pistol.

"Yuppers!" J.L. said, quoting Steve, and he began firing away indiscriminately at the new arrivals with a submachine gun.

"Boom shaka laka laka!" cried one of the Numidians as he tried to pick up a rock to throw at J.L. Fortunatly, before he could, Steve rammed a rapier through the slaves head. "Heh heh heh..." he said as he went searching for more prey.

Bhalk stumbled out of the trees, completely drenched in blood. He tan towards the others and then drew two twin gold blades.

"You shouldn't have brought those, at least not yet!"

Out of the trees and growth from which Bhalk had emerged 7 Spinosaurs and 10 T-Rexs stumbled out and began to surround the hunters. Two Spinosaurs were missing a spine and one T-Rex was missing an arm.

Behind htis group several T-rexs and Spinosarus lay dead.

“Oh, I have something for those damn dinos.” said the Count. Into his radio, “I need an airdrop, now.” Within sixty seconds, the humming of helicopter’s blades could be heard. As the sound got louder, four Black Hawks were forming in the East. The helicopters flew towards the hunters then dropped four large metal cases and ten small cases about 30 yards. The gunners fire at the T-Rexs with their .50 cal. Machine gun. Count JWolf rolled under a Spinosaur’s leg and towards the cases. Opening a large case, he saw a M136 AT4 with six more extras round. The other three case had the same in them and the small cases has extra ammo. A few of the small cases have sub-machine guns and other types of pistols.

Pointing the M136 AT4 the right way at the Spinosaur, he rolled under, and fired the rocket launcher. “Hail to the Count, baby.” said the Count, as the rocket flew out of end of the rocket launcher. The rocket in packed the side of the dino and blew a nice sized piece of meat for it. As the Spinosaur fell to the ground, the Count yelled to the other “Guys, over here.” Reloading another round in the M136 AT4, as he waited for the others.

"There's no sport in that, I thought more of you."

Bhalk rolled underneath a T-rex in the confusion and stabbed upwards with his twin blades. Then he ran to teh back and jumped up on the back. He drove the sword in his right hand into the beast and then pulled himself up a bit and then drove the one in his left hand in. He pulled out the right one and put that up higher, and then continued the pattern.

The T-Rex spasmodically twitched tryign to get Bhalk off, but failed. Eventually Bhalk came to the top and wrapped his legs around the head of the T-Rex. He took his blades and drove them into the head of T-Rex and it began to stumble to the ground.

"¡Mierda Santa!" exclaimed Steve as he pulled out his broad-sword and ran full speed towards the incoming dinosaurs. He jumped high through the air and then brought the sword right through a T-rex's head, spilling it's brains on the ground. He then grabed the nearest Numidian, shoved a grenade down it's mouth, and threw it towards a group of T-rex's. As they fought over the body, the grenade suddenly exploded, blowing up 4 T-rex heads. He then planted his sword in the ground, motioned towards the mass of dead dinosaurs, and said, "¿No malo, eh?".

"There's no sport in that, I thought more of you."

"Oh, Bhalk. I was just evenly up the odds for us." said the Count "We have a shit of load of big ass dinos and 1,000 slaves again us." Catching something out of the corner of his right eyes, he turned to the right and saw one of Numidian. The Count is on one knee and pulled out knife out of his left boot, made out of some black type of metal. Then he threw the knife at the slave, hitting it right between the eyes. Turning with the M136 AT4 pointing at a tree, he fire and the rocket hit the bottom of the tree. The huge tree fell forwards and on to a T-Rex. "There I did not fire at it." said the Count placing the M136 AT4 back in the case and locking it. Drawing his swords, he engage a couple of those slaves, that Steve had dropped in, running at him and the cases. Jumping over the small case with the large case behind them, he started attacking the two Numidian.

"Oh, Bhalk. I was just evenly up the odds for us." said the Count "We have a shit of load of big ass dinos and 1,000 slaves again us." Catching something out of the corner of his right eyes, he turned to the right and saw one of Numidian. The Count is on one knee and pulled out knife out of his left boot, made out of some black type of metal. Then he threw the knife at the slave, hitting it right between the eyes. Turning with the M136 AT4 pointing at a tree, he fire and the rocket hit the bottom of the tree. The huge tree fell forwards and on to a T-Rex. "There I did not fire at it." said the Count placing the M136 AT4 back in the case and locking it. Drawing his swords, he engage a couple of those slaves, that Steve had dropped in, running at him and the cases. Jumping over the small case with the large case behind them, he started attacking the two Numidian.

"It's 10,000 Numidians, by the way," said Steve as he picked up his broadsword and ran full speed towards the Numidians. Some of the Numidians had found some old World-War I era rifles and tried to shoot him down, but he just dodged the poorly-aimed shots and kept on running. When he came withing 40 feet of the Numidians, he jumped 50 feet into the air and then came crashing down on the Numidians.Within 5 seconds, all seven Numidians had no heads.

"It's 10,000 Numidians, by the way," said Steve

"Sorry, Steve." said the Count, then he heard what he say. "Your speaking English now. Keep speaking it. OK." Kicking a Numidian in the guts, it sent the slave flying in other group of Numidian making the whole group go rolling down a hill behind them. After that he started cutting heads off right and left, he was making another group of small hill around him. Then he start laughing again.

"Sorry, Steve." said the Count, then he heard what he say. "Your speaking English now. Keep speaking it. OK." Kicking a Numidian in the guts, it sent the slave flying in other group of Numidian making the whole group go rolling down a hill behind. After that he started cutting heads off right and left, he was making another group of small hill around him. Then he start laughing again.

"Ok, mi amigo" dijo Steve antes de que él matara a un Numidian con un centelleo de su ojo.

OOC: ^^

"Steve, yo sé español." ("Steve, I know Spanish.") said the Count, as he whacked off a Numidian’s head. “Sie kennen Deutsch” ("You know German.") Cutting other Numidian’s head off, he added "Che dell'italiano? Questi schiavi di damn sono divertenti per uccidere." ("What about Italian? These damn slaves are fun to kill.") Killing a couple more slaves in half, he yelled “One of these case has a mini keg in it.”

Having magically disappeared a day ago, J.L. suddenly and unexpectedly reappeared, blinking. "Huh? What'd I miss?" he said.

Having magically disappeared a day ago, J.L. suddenly and unexpectedly reappeared, blinking. "Huh? What'd I miss?" he said.

"What the ****? I thought you were here a couple of seconds ago." said the Count "J.L., fight the slaves and dinos. The four large cases have rocket launchers in them." He whacked off a Numidian’s head and laughed as the head rolled on the ground.

Having magically disappeared a day ago, J.L. suddenly and unexpectedly reappeared, blinking. "Huh? What'd I miss?" he said.

"Well, while you were gone, I magically learned to draw anime!" exclaimed Steve as he held out a small note-pad with a mediocre anime head sketched on to it.

OOC: Really, though. I was bored today so I drew a few anime portraits. Only about 1 outta 30 attempts are coming out good, but meh.

"That's cool," J.L. said, while in the middle of disemboweling a Nubian.

"That's cool," J.L. said, while in the middle of disemboweling a Nubian.

"Yeah, it is. By the way, where did you get a Nubian?" responded Steve as he pulled out 2 .357 magnums. He then spun around and began to fire upon the Numidians. Left and right, heads blew up, legs got shot off, and bollew blow out. As he holstered his guns, Steve heard the cries of wounded slaves. He then grabbed a 'nade out of his gun-belt, pulled off the pin, and threw it backwards into the mass of bodies. There was an explosion, then silence.

"Yeah, it is. By the way, where did you get a Nubian?" responded Steve as he pulled out 2 .357 magnums. He then spun around and began to fire upon the Numidians. Left and right, heads blew up, legs got shot off, and bollew blow out. As he holstered his guns, Steve heard the cries of wounded slaves. He then grabbed a 'nade out of his gun-belt, pulled off the pin, and threw it backwards into the mass of bodies. There was an explosion, then silence.

"Bleh, whatever the hell they're called," J.L. said, inserting a stick of dynamite into a Numidian's alimentary canal...with explosive, highly censored results.

As Bhalk finished off the Dinosaurs he collapsed onto the ground and then rolled forward. He came up, slicing several Numidians in half, and then ran towards the path to his sniping spot. The entire path was choked with slaves so he slwly made his way up hackign and slashing. Bodies slid down beneath him, fell of the side, got pushed off, and jumped off to escape Bhalk.

J.L. grabbed an infant Numidian, squeezed its neck with a savage grip rivalling that of an anaconda, and squeezed so hard he decapitated it, making a sound like a cork being removed from a wine bottle. "Mama had a baby and its head popped off!" he said, laughing.

Bhalk ran around like a mad man slayign left and right. Hundreds began to fall as a new coat of blood began to cover him.

Bhalk ran around like a mad man slayign left and right. Hundreds began to fall as a new coat of blood began to cover him.

"I pity the bastard who has to clean up after us..." J.L. said.

"I pity the bastard who has to clean up after us..." J.L. said.

Handing J.L. a mop and a bucket full of water, Steve said, "I did it last time. It's your turn, now." He then walked into a house that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere that was guarded by 20 Imperial guards, turned on his T.V., and began to watch Ghost in the Shell-Stand Alone Complex GIG 2.

Handing J.L. a mop and a bucket full of water, Steve said, "I did it last time. It's your turn, now." He then walked into a house that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere that was guarded by 20 Imperial guards, turned on his T.V., and began to watch Ghost in the Shell-Stand Alone Complex GIG 2.

"Bleh, screw that," J.L. said. He handed the mop to a Shooban. "Get cleanin', worm."

"Bleh, screw that," J.L. said. He handed the mop to a Shooban. "Get cleanin', worm."

Steve shot the Shooban in the head with a .357 magnum.

"You aren't getting out of it that easy, J.L. I did it at our last frag fest. And the one before. And the... Well, I've done it at every frag fest!"

Steve shot the Shooban in the head with a .357 magnum.

"You aren't getting out of it that easy, J.L. I did it at our last frag fest. And the one before. And the... Well, I've done it at every frag fest!"

"Very well, Steve, I'll get to work."

"Very well, Steve, I'll get to work."

"Don't worry, it's already done," said Steve. As he looked at J.L's aghast face, Steve broke out laughing. "You didn't really think I'd make you clean this mess up, did ya? While I distracted you, those 20 guards of mine cleaned the place up. You don't hafta worry about a thing!" Steve then threw J.L. a minigun and said, "Go get 'em, tiger."

"Don't worry, it's already done," said Steve. As he looked at J.L's aghast face, Steve broke out laughing. "You didn't really think I'd make you clean this mess up, did ya? While I distracted you, those 20 guards of mine cleaned the place up. You don't hafta worry about a thing!" Steve then threw J.L. a minigun and said, "Go get 'em, tiger."

" 'Tiger'? Who are you, Mary Jane Watson?" J.L. said. "Just kidding. Say, can I get you a drink, or something?"

" 'Tiger'? Who are you, Mary Jane Watson?" J.L. said. "Just kidding. Say, can I get you a drink, or something?"

"Mmmmmkay."

"Mmmmmkay."

"What do you want to drink?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"The souls of ten thousand virgins, from the seven hills of Lati--

*Steve slaps himself in face*

"Sorry 'bout that. I'm the descendant of some sort of demon-dude, so every once and a while that pops up.

I really just want some Red Wine."

"The souls of ten thousand virgins, from the seven hills of Lati--

*Steve slaps himself in face*

"Sorry 'bout that. I'm the descendant of some sort of demon-dude, so every once and a while that pops up.

I really just want some Red Wine."

J.L. smacked a Shooban with a whip. "You heard the man!"

"Yessuh, Mastah J.L.!"

A random Borman runs through the field with his hands on his face screaming,

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOC: Before this post TLS and I had the exact same post count.

OOC: Before this post TLS and I had the exact same post count.

Lol

The Count continue fighting the slaves until he had a line of both side of him that went 500 yards. “Whoa.” said the Count and looked back at the others “That was all of them.” Looking back in the sky, he said on the radio “Boys, come and pick of the cases.” Then the same four Black Hawks landed and men start loading up the cases. After they finished, the Black Hawks took off back in the sky and head back to The Transylvania’s Embassy. The Count heard a heartbeat from a Shoobans in one of his small hills then said “We got a live one in there.” Taking out six sticks of TNT and put tape around it. Lighting the fuse, he threw in it the middle of the small hill. BOOM! And bodies of Shoobans flew into the air. The Count started walking towards the rest of the hunter with a bid Cuban cigar in his mouth. Strike at match between his finger, he lit the cigar. “Nice hunt we had here.” said the Count.

"Is it over?" Bhalk sheathed (sp?) his dual blades and came down on his horse with sniper rifle in hand.

"Is it over?" Bhalk sheathed (sp?) his dual blades and came down on his horse with sniper rifle in hand.

"Yeah, I think." said the Count as he put up his swords. Then he hopped up on a black horse.

"Oh, well."

The same APC came up and the soldiers hopped out. They quickly set about gathering souveniers (sp?) from the hunted.

"Anybody wanted to come to my lands and hunt the Wolfman?" asked the Count.

"Sorry, I gotta die and have my nation fight in an ally's civil war. And when I die I have to have a civil war. Cya guys later...or, Borman will. It was good to see you all."

The Count has a what the **** type face as he looks at Bhalk.

"Sorry, it's true. I gotta go. BYE!"

OOC: Unsubscribing, and yes you will probably never meet him again as he is dead.

"Bye." said the Count as he waved bye to the man.