Blastiana
03-12-2007, 23:52
"9,000,000,000 Soldiers?" The Blastianian General asked
"Uh...Y-Yes..." The weak apprentice responded.
"And how much did they have?"
"...Four"
"Four hundred thousand? Infantry?"
"Just four..."
"Infantry? So you're telling me four Corainian Soldiers killed that much troops?
I think not."
"Well...It was cavalry...Like on horses...There were jets too..."
"What!? This is no time for joking, horses are so low-tech, it's...That's just unbelievable. Jets are dangerous from dropping grenades, but that's about it."
"Well...We have a survivor from Miia...That's where we were attacked..."
"Send him in..."
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"I heard they were coming across this plain..." Meatbag Carl Sanders wondered "Pass me some weed.". "Fuck no, Sanders. These ciggies are mine." Meatbag Arnold Jones reimbursed "Plus, we don't got much left." Ack. That's what I get for lazing off. You snooze, you lose. That's what the leader said...
"Next time we smuggle some more ciggies, you'll get first.I promise." laughed Jones. Well, atleast I knew that I'd be getting one. I lugged my AMRO Subzie.
The cheaply made for Meatbags like us, a crappy Sub-Machine Gun and an Uzi. Now basically, they're the same thing, but it's like a UMP combined with Mac-12. Jones was a good guy, but he could be a bit of an ass. Just a bit. I walked over to the Pig Feedism, or mess hall, as you would put it, and grabbed some slosh that looked like it was mashed potatoes and bird. With the side of bruised apples and half-squeezed oranges accompanied with moist bread. Today I got the good food. "Man, we got so damn lucky today! I dunno what it is, but it sure looks good!" Barry Valkmire explained. Valkmire was like the rest of us, because compared to other stuff, this was paradise food. Paradise. I wonder what paradise is like, no cares, loving environments, you don't get whipped when you make a simple mistake that hurts nothing but time that can be restored easily. People who have real feelings, and aren't warped into Blastainian legends and leaders. But I gotta admit. The food looked good. I headed back to the trench, where Jones was smokin' and illegal ciggie, but he got away with it because - He's Jones - Not like anyone was gonna do anything about it. Valkmire ran up to me, at a slow pace "Dude, you left your water back there, here. You owe me, man." then he jogged to his trench. I took a sip of the water. It was heavy, the water was heavy. Cold. Very cold. The water would've turned to ice in my throat if it had the opportunity, but I choked down the trickle of water. I slowly put my dull knife - using it as a spoon - and put it into the Potatoes and Bird meal. I lifted it to my mouth, and my dry lips covered the spoon, bringing the food into my mouth. Thank darkness, it only tasted horrible. I wonder if it wasn't like last times meal, and it gave us all some sort of poison. Not to kill, but we were all pretty sick the last time. Did I mention we all get a meal each three days? I was lucky to get something. It tasted vile, and bland, but I shoved it down, while spitting out bird bones. The mushy apples were great, I wonder why so much good stuff today... "Hey Jones, how come we got all this paradise food?" I asked. Jones answered "I dunno, they said that some enemies were comin' over. Easy kills." "Really?" "Yea-" At that moment, I saw something in the sky. It wasn't a bird, it wasn't our aircraft. It startled me for a minute, I just guess it was something else. That was until bullets started pouncing on the ground. All I could here was gunfire and blowing up, and cursing and screaming of help that echoed in my head. They were jets. Jets. Jets. A row of gunfire blew through, almost hitting me - that's when I heard Jones cry out in pain - "J-Jones!?" "F-Fuck! G-Get me a me-medic..." I heard the eerie sound at that second. Eeeeeer A bomb, if you couldn't identify it. Jones threw his body over mine to protect me and he whispered "I wont forget that promi-
se, Sanders." then I could hear shell shock, I screamed as my ears ringed in sneering pain as I screamed out curses. It got light...I couldn't see anything except a light...White light...Nothingness...
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"Uh...Y-Yes..." The weak apprentice responded.
"And how much did they have?"
"...Four"
"Four hundred thousand? Infantry?"
"Just four..."
"Infantry? So you're telling me four Corainian Soldiers killed that much troops?
I think not."
"Well...It was cavalry...Like on horses...There were jets too..."
"What!? This is no time for joking, horses are so low-tech, it's...That's just unbelievable. Jets are dangerous from dropping grenades, but that's about it."
"Well...We have a survivor from Miia...That's where we were attacked..."
"Send him in..."
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"I heard they were coming across this plain..." Meatbag Carl Sanders wondered "Pass me some weed.". "Fuck no, Sanders. These ciggies are mine." Meatbag Arnold Jones reimbursed "Plus, we don't got much left." Ack. That's what I get for lazing off. You snooze, you lose. That's what the leader said...
"Next time we smuggle some more ciggies, you'll get first.I promise." laughed Jones. Well, atleast I knew that I'd be getting one. I lugged my AMRO Subzie.
The cheaply made for Meatbags like us, a crappy Sub-Machine Gun and an Uzi. Now basically, they're the same thing, but it's like a UMP combined with Mac-12. Jones was a good guy, but he could be a bit of an ass. Just a bit. I walked over to the Pig Feedism, or mess hall, as you would put it, and grabbed some slosh that looked like it was mashed potatoes and bird. With the side of bruised apples and half-squeezed oranges accompanied with moist bread. Today I got the good food. "Man, we got so damn lucky today! I dunno what it is, but it sure looks good!" Barry Valkmire explained. Valkmire was like the rest of us, because compared to other stuff, this was paradise food. Paradise. I wonder what paradise is like, no cares, loving environments, you don't get whipped when you make a simple mistake that hurts nothing but time that can be restored easily. People who have real feelings, and aren't warped into Blastainian legends and leaders. But I gotta admit. The food looked good. I headed back to the trench, where Jones was smokin' and illegal ciggie, but he got away with it because - He's Jones - Not like anyone was gonna do anything about it. Valkmire ran up to me, at a slow pace "Dude, you left your water back there, here. You owe me, man." then he jogged to his trench. I took a sip of the water. It was heavy, the water was heavy. Cold. Very cold. The water would've turned to ice in my throat if it had the opportunity, but I choked down the trickle of water. I slowly put my dull knife - using it as a spoon - and put it into the Potatoes and Bird meal. I lifted it to my mouth, and my dry lips covered the spoon, bringing the food into my mouth. Thank darkness, it only tasted horrible. I wonder if it wasn't like last times meal, and it gave us all some sort of poison. Not to kill, but we were all pretty sick the last time. Did I mention we all get a meal each three days? I was lucky to get something. It tasted vile, and bland, but I shoved it down, while spitting out bird bones. The mushy apples were great, I wonder why so much good stuff today... "Hey Jones, how come we got all this paradise food?" I asked. Jones answered "I dunno, they said that some enemies were comin' over. Easy kills." "Really?" "Yea-" At that moment, I saw something in the sky. It wasn't a bird, it wasn't our aircraft. It startled me for a minute, I just guess it was something else. That was until bullets started pouncing on the ground. All I could here was gunfire and blowing up, and cursing and screaming of help that echoed in my head. They were jets. Jets. Jets. A row of gunfire blew through, almost hitting me - that's when I heard Jones cry out in pain - "J-Jones!?" "F-Fuck! G-Get me a me-medic..." I heard the eerie sound at that second. Eeeeeer A bomb, if you couldn't identify it. Jones threw his body over mine to protect me and he whispered "I wont forget that promi-
se, Sanders." then I could hear shell shock, I screamed as my ears ringed in sneering pain as I screamed out curses. It got light...I couldn't see anything except a light...White light...Nothingness...
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