Idiotic Wierdos
08-04-2006, 00:13
President's Office, Year 24, Month 8, Week 5, Day 2
Recently, a gang of thugs, thiefs, street kids, and gang members have teamed up to destroy our wierdo population. They give us both food and drink. They are the heart of our country. They keep us alive. Without our wierdos, we would be nothing. The police force is losing to these bad people. Idiotic Wierdos has a large Military, Navy, and Air Force. The enemies have just Military and Air Force. We are striking at the very heart of them: Wapville. (Wapville? What?) Wapville is known for it's street kids, outcasts, muggers, and more. The Air Force and Military is on its way to Wapsville right now.
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Info Office, Year 24, Month 8, Week 5, Day 2
Unlike other nations, we refuse to follow "standard time code". Here, we have a chart of our time code.
1 year=10 months
1 month=5 weeks
1 week=10 days
1 day=30 hours
1 hour=30 minutes
1 minute=80 seconds
1 second=dunno
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Soldier Mike Taylor hurried forward, shouldering his S8-Class Blast Gun, or S8BG for short. The troop beside him, Chris Janett, followed, carrying dual pistols. Mike's gray jacket stood out from the tan sand around him. His camo shirt and camo pants itched like mad. Then, he stopped at a large pile of sand. He sighed, then stuck his gun into the highest place he could reach on the mountain, hoisting himself up. Chris followed, grunting whenever she fell. Mike reached the top, then nearly lost his head had he not ducked in time. When Chris reached the top, she fired her left pistol. The bullet hit the enemy in the neck, going through his windpipe and killing him. I hope that was just a scout, Mike thought, then attached a fresh clip of ammo to his gun. He and Chris remained at their positions, waiting for the main force of enemies to come. This was going to be a long battle.
Air Force Unit 3.17, Jake Wann, a.k.a. Blast, as his friends like to call him, sighed, then turned his seat around. "Dangit, Ben, I thought I told you to load those freakin' rockets!" He shouted. Ben Christopher looked up from his Gameboy, apparently surprised. "You're playing with that stupid Gameboy again?! My God, you are stupid! Go load those rockets!" Jake shouted, then snatched the Gameboy away and loaded his pistol. Ben raised an eyebrow, then hurried to the back deck. Jake wasted a whole clip of ammo destroying the Gameboy, and when he was done, it was a sparking pile of wires and metal with holes all over it. When Ben came back, Jake was jumping on the pile, angry. When it was stomped into the ground, Jake went back to his station. "Dangit! Wapsville's on our rada-" He was cut off when the plane shook. "Gun turrets! Freak it!" Jake shouted, then slapped the rocket button. He watched the spiraling capsules packed full of explosives, trailing smoke. Ben laughed, then nearly went out the window when the plane shook again.
Join in on our RP if you wish to play in our "Thug War"! Please, only 4-6 nations in it.
Recently, a gang of thugs, thiefs, street kids, and gang members have teamed up to destroy our wierdo population. They give us both food and drink. They are the heart of our country. They keep us alive. Without our wierdos, we would be nothing. The police force is losing to these bad people. Idiotic Wierdos has a large Military, Navy, and Air Force. The enemies have just Military and Air Force. We are striking at the very heart of them: Wapville. (Wapville? What?) Wapville is known for it's street kids, outcasts, muggers, and more. The Air Force and Military is on its way to Wapsville right now.
--End--
Info Office, Year 24, Month 8, Week 5, Day 2
Unlike other nations, we refuse to follow "standard time code". Here, we have a chart of our time code.
1 year=10 months
1 month=5 weeks
1 week=10 days
1 day=30 hours
1 hour=30 minutes
1 minute=80 seconds
1 second=dunno
--End--
Soldier Mike Taylor hurried forward, shouldering his S8-Class Blast Gun, or S8BG for short. The troop beside him, Chris Janett, followed, carrying dual pistols. Mike's gray jacket stood out from the tan sand around him. His camo shirt and camo pants itched like mad. Then, he stopped at a large pile of sand. He sighed, then stuck his gun into the highest place he could reach on the mountain, hoisting himself up. Chris followed, grunting whenever she fell. Mike reached the top, then nearly lost his head had he not ducked in time. When Chris reached the top, she fired her left pistol. The bullet hit the enemy in the neck, going through his windpipe and killing him. I hope that was just a scout, Mike thought, then attached a fresh clip of ammo to his gun. He and Chris remained at their positions, waiting for the main force of enemies to come. This was going to be a long battle.
Air Force Unit 3.17, Jake Wann, a.k.a. Blast, as his friends like to call him, sighed, then turned his seat around. "Dangit, Ben, I thought I told you to load those freakin' rockets!" He shouted. Ben Christopher looked up from his Gameboy, apparently surprised. "You're playing with that stupid Gameboy again?! My God, you are stupid! Go load those rockets!" Jake shouted, then snatched the Gameboy away and loaded his pistol. Ben raised an eyebrow, then hurried to the back deck. Jake wasted a whole clip of ammo destroying the Gameboy, and when he was done, it was a sparking pile of wires and metal with holes all over it. When Ben came back, Jake was jumping on the pile, angry. When it was stomped into the ground, Jake went back to his station. "Dangit! Wapsville's on our rada-" He was cut off when the plane shook. "Gun turrets! Freak it!" Jake shouted, then slapped the rocket button. He watched the spiraling capsules packed full of explosives, trailing smoke. Ben laughed, then nearly went out the window when the plane shook again.
Join in on our RP if you wish to play in our "Thug War"! Please, only 4-6 nations in it.