Faust

Excellant job, considering this is one of your first posts here! First I would take the time to say welcome to the site. A few of us here at CoDz are firmiliar with the Black Sun and the Vril Society, but even still there is a lot of research in here and facts I had never heard before. Keep up the good work, and I'm sure you'll be a regular here in no time. :mrgreen:

Richtofen's bio from back in WaW said that before he was placed in group 935 he worked as a back alley plastic surgion. Chances are that that was the name of his "operation" before he was sellected by Dr. Maxis.

As far as I can tell. Hell was ment to be an unbreakable prision to contain Lucifier after betraying the angels. With the MPD acting as a portal to a different demension/negative space, and then the voices climbing into richtofen's head after he touched it, I'd say aether is exactly that.

^ God tier. It has... cupholders... and a MINI-FRIDGE! It's too awsome! Now how much energy does that thing use? SiMHTK15Pik

The argument that Nightmare should be disregarded is a poor choice. Even before black ops came out I listened to Nightmare and made a Salad Man music video centered around that song, which I prompty cast into the fires of Mordor along with everything else HL once I learned of their deception. Thank God I did too. Yes, if it were still on Youtube before it would have been considered the one of the leading arguements to HL being "real", and I would have made a killing on Youtube backing for it, but IT HAD TO DIE. I like to think that Treyarch saw that and decided that they should make a deal with A7x. Anywho! Nightmare! (Now your nightmare comes to life) Dragged ya down below Down to the devil's show To be his guest forever Peace of mind is less than never *Richtofen entered the MPD and is now a part of aether/hell* Hate to twist your mind But God ain't on your side An old acquaintance severed Burn the world your last endeavor *Maxis got revenge on Richtofen by ending the world via nuclear fire* Flesh is burning You can smell it in the air Cause men like you have Such easy soul to steal (steal) *Richtofen is attempting to kill the other 3 heros on the moon and take their souls* So stand in line while They ink numbers in your head You're now a slave Until the end of time here *The three original characters were the first Data Servants. The same numbers would be used on Mason in black ops* Nothing stops the madness, Burning, haunting, yearning Pull the trigger *Richtofen can't get the voices out of his head* You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare *Richtofen has payed the ultimate price by damning his soul and trapping himself in aether* (While your nightmare comes to life) Can't wake up and sweat 'Cause it ain't over yet Still dancing with your demons Victim of your own creation *Richtofen created the zombies, and now they had tried to destroy him* Beyond the will to fight Where all that's wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination *Some part of Richtofen is still sane, but is a slave to the voices in his head and can't help what he is doing* You've been lied to Just to rape you of your site And now they have the nerve To tell you how to feel (feel) So sedated as they Medicate your brain And while you slowly Go insane they tell ya "Given with the best intentions help you with your complications" *Richtofen was betrayed by Maxis when he did not mass produce the DG-2, and got afraid that Maxis was trying to stop him because Richtofen was going insane (which he was)* You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah No one to call Everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare *Same as the previous, only it's just now starting to sink in for Richtofen* Fight Not to fail Not to fall Or you'll end up like the others Die Die again Drenched in sin With no respect for another *Mocking the four players as they try to save themselves* Down Feel the fire Feel the hate Your pain is what we desire Lost Hit the wall Watch you crawl Such a replaceable liar *The voices in Edwards head mocking him* And I know you hear their voices Calling from above And I know they may seem real These signals of love But our life's made up of choices Some without appeal *Maxis pleading to Richtofen to stop before he took the charged Vril rod* They took for granted your soul And it's ours now to steal *Richtofen basicly saying that Samantha took her power for granted, and now that power belongs to him* (As your nightmare comes to life) You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah *Richtofen entering the MPD* No one to call *Richtofen realising it will trap him* Everybody to fear *Richtofen: OHMIGOSHOHMIGOSHOHMIGOSH* Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah *Richtofen freaking out* Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare *Richtofen becomes forever trapped in the MPD*

Yeah. I appears that when Richtofen returned to Griffin station after touching the MPD he had already gone batshit and just started hearing the voices, hence when he stops randomly in one of the radios and says. "Shhhh... Can you hear that!?" And don't you worry about Black Ops 2. Your uncle Faust has plans for that... MuhahahahAHAHA! SUCH GREAT PLANS!

There is now way that is an alien... No, if you ask me--

No, it will show up anyway. The focasing stone it tucked inside the Vril rod, so it wont be two iteams, just the staff.

There is a reason I am called Faust. But in all seriousness, we attempt to co-ordinate with all running games as the launch starts so as soon as one person figures out something new it can be added to what we try for the easter egg. IT's all a very large system of live streams, youtube, and use of the forum.

Now? Now we do this **** for real. In all serious though, I can now say that if the story ended her I would be happy. If not, hollow earth would HAVE to be the next step. Looking at the photos form the skybox, I have no doubt of what you said about Maxis exposing the Black Sun. Even still, I want to fight in the prymids of the Vril-ya as the black sun implodes! To kill every last illuminati remnent and avenge the Vril-ya! Wouldn't that be boss to fight in a temple thousands of feet above the ground, with Vril artifacts similar to the MLP as Inner Earth explodes around you? Maybe Maxis really was helping us. Maybe he was trying to eliminate every last semi-advanced race that Richtofen ran the risk of controling in Inner Earth. BTW, my recommendation for the last song: xuT2mQaTno0

Dude... DUDE! :shock: I never would have thought of that. Seriously, that's brilliant! So he did know of hollow earth! But that-- (Note: It was at this moment that I flew backwards in my chair. I kid you not.) -------------------------------------------------------- Edward said that he was going back to Der Riese to learn of what Dr. Maxis knew about vril. That must have ment that at the time Maxis would have been doing extensive research on Hollow Earth. This research ended when Dr. Maxis was teleported away to an unknown location. Brock and Dr. Maxis are both voiced by the same person. We assumed that Brock could not be Dr. Maxis because he was working with Gary, an American, but now we know that Maxis had no issue with working with Americans, and that Group 935 was made up of a large portion of them. With a teleporter, you could be sent any where of any when in space and time, and on top of that, Brock knew exactly what to do when the zombies showed up. And then, all of a sudden, they get sent back in to 1946. When Dr. Maxis was brought to Griffin station, he says "How did you get me out of that wretched tunnel?" Soooooooo... Dr. Maxis was sent to our presant time and began devoting his life to the study of Vril and argatha. Eventually, he changes his name so Group 935 could not find him and he leads an expidition to the search for Shangri-la. When we left Garry and Brock in Shangri-la, they were stuck in a time loop. Eventually, the scientist at Griffin station teleport him out of the tunnels when he is stuck somewhere in 1946 (probably when they got stuck in the first trap) and brought him to Samantha.

Yeah, thanks. You did a great job on that thread by the way. :D

My responce to a similar post:

Basicly confirming what we have thought all along. Vril is actually the power that element 115 generates, but Maxis had no idea what Vril was. The Arians (who later came to earth and became the Vril-ya) created the artifact. When richtofen touched it, a certain something mannaged to crawl inside his mind and drive him to work for the illuminati. LAter at Griffin station, dr. richtofen reformed the base for use of the Vril society. The only question is what crawled inside Richtofen's brain. Now, the Vril-ya were said to be God's original creation before humans, but they were flawed. The resembled earths angels. Eventually, these angles began coming to Earth and appearing to humans, teaching them in the ways of literacy and civilisation. Now that something has crawled out of the inescapable prision and tied himself into Richtofen's brain, forcing him to kill every Vril-ya in Shangri-la to power the prymid. That would have to be someone with one hell of a personal beef. Now I wounder who that could be... Still don't follow? Alright, we've got Lucifer-in-a-box on the moon, with aether being "hell", a prision he can not escape from. He then had Richtofen taking the souls of the last living angels so he can open up a portal and be free. They almost did it too, but then Samantha threw a wrench into that plan by using all the souls they had collected to enter aether.

I will say this, asside from the EA and Activision war, I have a personal issue with Infinity Ward. They treat Treyarch like a second-rate developer, going out of their way to publicly humiliate them. They have came out an said that thier maps and mulitplayer games are "overly complicated" and have intentionally left out everything Treyarch had put into Black Ops (dolphine diving, CP, heavy forms of customisation) and have instead choosen to place in the same mechanics that they placed in Modern Warfare 2 and insist there was nothing wrong with them even though that game almost killed CoD. The way I see it, Treyarch had surpassed Infinity Ward the moment they outsold them in Pre-Orders alone.

No way that is Sam. Even sam never sounded that... Ruined. Remember, Kino was the first map the gassers began showing up. We've found out that on the moon the gassers had vril in them, alowing them to phase in and out of time, and now on Kino they are powerless. I still stand by my thought that the gassers are modified Vril-ya. They needed the Vril dead, but if they killed them all then they would run out of Vril to power the Kasimear Mechanism at Griffin station... So they altered them into beasts and farmed them for Vril benneath Kino der Toten. The part that will make me loose sleep is what you found here. The gassers, in some way shape or form have kept at least some degree of humanity and intellegance. Jesus, just think of what that would be like to be a creature like that. Makes zombies feel a bit more like mercy killing now.

When I we all die because someone was being stupid: SLJUxtdwgYw When I am being revived by someone who let me go down even though they could have helped: yVWgBJjmpr4 See the difference?

Ha, whered you get that theory.... oh yeaa Me Claymore, just stop... Please. You do this really often and claim credit for things that are seemingly obvious and easy to infure. If you descovered something no one else would have ever thought of, you can brag. Until then, just stop. We all know several people made that guess long before you, and even if you did, it wasn't that hard to figure out. Besides, it's called that because Sam was in cryo sleep inside the device, not because our heros were frozen.

(Note: This may well be the last story I type for CoDz. I really wish I could have been the writter you needed me to be, but I could never find enough time in the day. The story I began back two years ago with Wesley and his marines was what gave me a place here at CoDz, and for that I am proud. However, as the story grew increasingly inaccurate, I needed to stop and pick up a new story. Data Servant was my second attempt. As the story became more and more cinematic, I felt less of a need to create a story for a pre-existing story. Tales from Vietnam was a social experiment to see if I was capable of creating a fanfiction worth of placement in the story, however a lack of interest in it's advancment led to it's downfall. With Delta, I found were I belong, and all too late. Allow me to spin for you my last tale, one that I hope will tie together everything I've learned from my past stories to write for you a story you will remember me for long after CoDz has closed shop.) I: Paradise Ranch Davis had dreamt of this day all his life. He hated Nevada. Sure, he got few days when he could go on leave and fly out to Las Vegas, but when he did he wasn’t Davis J. Isaac, he was Robert Greening, Joseph Smith, or whatever name Majestic-12 decided to make him use for those 48 hours before once again returning to Paradise Ranch. Even here at Groom Lake no one called him Isaac. Davis Isaac died in a fatal plane crash sixteen miles off the coast of Cuba in 1959. Harris, as everyone was told to call him, was still alive, well and does not exist. Yeah, living out here at Area 51 had some great perks. Free beer at the club, an indoor swimming pool, brilliant views of nearby mushroom clouds from the atomic testing sites, and a Winnebago he got to share with two other CIA contractors he knew only as Jack and Chris. Hell, on a few good nights they were able to sneak out in the night and screw with the German Paperclip scientists who slept in campers across the tarmac. They’ve never gotten caught coving the outside of their campers with sauerkraut or blasting their camper’s tires with piss, but they knew the risks in doing it. Fuck with a Paperclip scientist, you’ll get hit with a charge for espionage. Despite all this though, Area 51 was a bombed out shithole in the center of the desert. All Isaac seemed to ever do here was run combat training exercises in the heat, stand watch, and occasionally help prepare evening meal for the U2 pilots. He couldn’t even ask anyone as why he was placed here, he didn’t have the need to know. That’s why it came as such a surprise when he was sitting in a lawn chair watching the heat rise off the rocks and the airstrip when a man donned in colonel’s insignias came up to him and told him to report for duty in bunker 10A. He ran to where he stood now in his RV, unloading his gear underneath his bunk, which was really just the camper’s dinner table pulled out with a cot spanning the gap. From underneath his cot Davis pulled out his personal foot locker and began to get dressed for duty. It had been a hot day, and he and a few other CIA boys had been participating in a water sports challenge that day, leaving him in drench swim trunks and a wet shirt. There was no way he could report for his first official sortie looking like this! Chris, Davis’s roommate, tossed in his bed at the back of the camper. At the end of every month Davis, Chris, and Jack help a friendly game of Toss-Across to decide who got the privilege of sleeping in the actual bed for the month. Three grown men playing a game of Toss-Across in the middle of a desert military base may have seemed childish, but there was reason behind it. When a game of baseball in a nearby field ended with the only baseball in Groom Lake landing in an area roped off for hazmat clean-up after a dirty bomb test, Jack might have gotten caught climbing a wire fence into the Nevada Test Site to retrieve it. When one of the higher ups at the base heard of this, the Paradise Ranch Diamond Field’s home plat was replaced with the bean-bag oriented game with a note stating “Entertain yourself with this shit!” Davis suggested that they make things interesting with some healthy competition. Hey presto, a tradition was born. Davis still swears that Chris cheats every time he makes a pot-shot from fifty feet away. Chris finally awoke, bracing himself up with one of his pillows to get a good look at Davis. Although it was four o’clock and the sun was blazing, it didn’t seem to affect his ability to nap. His sleeveless shirt and poke-a-dot boxers lay wet from his own sweat. The RV was excruciatingly hot, which appeared to be a fact you could not escape even with a power nap. After a long drawn-out yawn, he began to speak. “Oh, hey Harris, how are you?” “Alright,” Isaac spoke, still feeling a bit weird to be called Harris, “You missed the water sports earlier.” “Oh, did I?” Chris spoke with false enthusiasm, “Who won?” “Betas.” “Aw,” Chris spoke, “I hate those guys. Christ, they're six people crammed into one camper, they don’t need to make their own fraternity. You know, I heard two of them are in the U2 program. Does that even qualify them to compete? I thought the water sports were for CIA guards only!” “Yeah,” Davis began, pulling out his military police uniform and carefully unfolding it, “But only one of the U2 guys showed up, and the second had to leave ten minutes in. Something about training exercises.” Chris took notice of Davis taking out his MP uniform. “Are you lowering colors tonight?” he asked curiously. “Nope,” replied Isaac, “General alert for CIA/MP contractors, I need to report for duty.” Chris rubbed his eyes. MPs were never scrambled unless there was a security breach or search and rescue in progress, and both would have had an alarm to go with it. It mattered little to Chris himself, as he was permanent Chief of the Watch at night, hence the sleeping during the day. He already had a job, leaving him to disregard. With a wave of his hand, Chris gave an unsaid “Good luck” then went back to bed. Isaac chuckled quietly to himself has he dug through his crate for his last, most cherished item. From the very bottom of his footlocker he pulled out a seven inch bowie knife in a leather sheath. Years ago, his father used it in the Korean War. He closed his eyes and thought back to the day he earned it hunting with his father in the hills of northern Tennessee. It was his sixteenth birthday, and his father knew he was placing his treasured dagger that he had used to kill Communists in good hands. For the first time in ten years, his blade would see service. Isaac just wished it would be something important instead of some half-baked security sweep. Once he finished lacing up his boots he was out the door and headed towards his first official mission.

I thought the golden rule is that the more Vril you kill to power the Kassimer Mechanism, the worse karma you will get? Yes? No? lol, yeah, people tend to get thrown off after reading some of my work, then learning that I'm only a kid.

Nope. Made it up myself.

I remember when I first played cod back when I was only 13 and I hated people saying that kids should not play call of duty. It got me really steamed at the time, but now I'm close to 16 and I now see why. Course, three years ago the CoD-base was not as large as it is now. I jumped on a game of Moon yesterday and if it weren't for me we never would have made it out of the spawn.

Treyarch said that as long as we keep asking, they'll keep giving. That said, if you guys don't want this to be the last map you should start making a lot more noise so you are heard!

The boards on der Riese have newspaper clipping talking about the outbreak in Verruckt and how it was spreading west to France, and the Tabloids in Five show picture of Ascension and talks about the zombies. People HAVE been awair of the outbreak, but the only people that really matter in is our four heros. Hey presto, your argument is invalid.

This... And someones got to say this: Dempsey: "Sooooooooo, Sam. Takeo and I were talking and, I'm guessing you've never been in a man's body before, right?" Nikolai: "Haha, it's funny because it sounds wrong!" Sam: "SHE ZE HELL UP NIKOLAI! And no, I have not. What iz your point Dempzy? Dempsey: "Yeah, right, especially a psyco-sadist. So, I was woundering... when you're in richtofens body... Do you get, you know... A boner when you kill things." SAM: "WHHHHHHAT!?" Takeo: "I was a question that had to be asked... Takeo was loosing sleep over what the answer might be."