Faust

It's Dwellers Only. Which mean for you... Sorry.

CoD wiki suggests that there are hidden users, including a DoD server that we haven't cracked. http://callofduty.wikia.com/wiki/Centra ... ata_system

cj, even if we can't crack Der Riese, can you be able to find the passwords to everyone on the CIA server? To my knowledge, not all the passwords are known. I believe there is even a smaxis in the CIA server.

Hey, great job! :mrgreen:

Ewwwwwwwwww... I know that the trademarked the name Call of Duty Space Warfare, but it is already proven that there WILL be a black ops 2.

I have changed my mind. I will buy Mw3 ONLY if they bring back dive-to-prone and 3rd person so I can live my dream of having a descent MSG multiplayer experience. Otherwise, I cannot, will not, shall not support a company like infinity ward that has thier own heads shoved that far up their own arses.

I personally like the sickle throw animation, it makes me feel cool! On the other hand, Sarah got her's stuck in a zombie in CotD, rendering it useless. The Bowie knife has only slightly came out ahead dude to the face it has built-in brass knuckles.

Stone 63! Long, accurate, and manuverable! Just like me... Ladies. 8-) Thanksmuch, Your Foxy Faux Faust

[center:3malhur5]In Edward Bulwer-Lytton’s novel “The Coming Race”, he tells the tale of a lowly traveler who finds himself trapped underground with the mysterious race called the Vril-ya. As I am sure you know, the Vril-ya were referred to as a semi-advanced race that used the power of a substance called Vril to give life to their underground society. Depending on how it was used, Vril could an object of destruction, or of healing and energy. We have several ties to the Vril-ya in the zombies storyline. The real question is where did the Vril-ya go, and what lead to their fate? In this grim topic, I will attempt to outline the final years of the Vril-ya. The first real clue we have to what happened to them is the steel containers found in Shangri-La. These steel drums, exactly like the ones in Kino, contain several human-like being stored within them. Housed next to these containers is a mine cart covered in unidentified bodies. If the mine tracks are followed, then one will find that the cart pushes deeper into the cave in Shangri-La with a growing amount of bodies as the tunnel goes further down. I believe these to be Vril-ya. In addition, an augmented skull is seen on the shrine to Richtofen, next to that of some form of ape. I would also imply that this too is a remnant skull of a Vril-ya. Before the genocide of this race, several sacrifices may have been made by butchering the native population that lived below ground. But why? Why would this species be eradicated from the tunnels below Shangri-La? The answer might hide in the origins of the Vril Society. The Vril Society was a Nazi occult group in World War II that believed the book “The Coming Race” to be an actual account of a real-world traveler. They sought to harness the power of Vril for themselves. Still, the butchering of the only race capable of teaching them how to harness this seems a bit extreme. The reason for this mass murder might be justified in the last pages of Edward Bulwer’s novel. Come the end of “The Coming Race” the traveler predicts that given time the Vril-ya’s population would grow too large for their underground society and would begin to press towards the surface in an attempt to reclaim the surface, although the traveler was unsure if the power of Vril would lead to the eradication of humanity. The Nazis were a society that attempted to wipe out an entire ethnicity solely in fear of Jewish immigrants controlling the bank industries. Now here was a race that threatened to wipe out humanity all together. The Vril Society must have been paranoid along with Group 935 themselves. After pressing through the Himalayas in the Nazi expedition in 1939, they came across a society of humans and Vril living side-by-side. However, due to the risk the Vril-ya presented the Germans hated them and regarded them as vermin or an infestation. Meanwhile, the large amount of 115 in and around Shangri-La suggests that Vril may actually be the use of Element 115. By why were the Vril able to use it without turning into zombies? The simple answer is found when Dempsey picks up the Focusing Stone after the Easter egg in Shangri-La, stating that it makes him feel more powerful and that he’s “sure glad it’s stable”. Perhaps element 115 is not dangerous unless irradiated? In this case, if used as merely materials it would work wonders, but once it is used to create power, it must turn into the purple plasma state seen in the teleporters and the DG-2. In plasma, atoms are moving so fast they begin to break and expel energy. While Group 935 may have used this energy to power their projects, it has proved to begin the irradiation process that causes the cancer that creates the zombies. This cancer would grow on the brains frontal lobe and begin to take control of the host, as seen in the posters in Der Riese, Richtofen fascination with zombie’s heads, and why the fish oil in Quick Revive (Which is proven to restore brain tissue) can counter the effects of 115. With the discovery of this power source, in addition to the ancient time machine that the Vril-ya had created alongside the humans, Group 935 began to seize all the element 115 in Shangri-La, in addition to the Vril Staffs that they used to employ Vril in a stable form. With the start of this second holocaust, they would have taken special interest into what made the Vril-ya different from humans. While they made the native humans work as slaves harvesting 115 until they turned from exposure to the element, they collected a set amount of Vril-ya and shipped them out to Der Riese for further examination. The real question is how a Vril Generator came to be on a submarine in the Siberian Artic. While Call of the Dead is widely thought to be a Group 935 outpost, it may really be a Soviet Submarine Base. The gate down where Speed Cola sits would be large enough to fit a small submersible into, though the underground base is frozen beneath the Ice Slide. The only real clue we have submarine itself. Upon close examination, it is shown not to be a U-Boat, but in fact a Soviet Cold War Era submarine. Study the picture closely (It's too large for this page). http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb2 ... marine.jpg The real one. A unique feature of this ship is the bridge shape, a semi-circular dome atop a flat deck. The closest know Submarine that fits this description is the Soviet research sub K-27. Officially, it was only created to test deep sea reactors before a critical leak in one of the nuclear reactors left the ship unsafe. Because of this, she was scuttled off the Coast of Novaya Zemlya Island in the Artic Sea. This places an accurate location for the hidden sea base in Call of the Dead. But why would the Russian sea base be filled with Group 935 technology? In the years before the end of WWII, the German admiral Karl Doenitz acted as commodore all German U-boat Divisions. He personally believed that the conversion of all German naval ships into U-Boats would give Germany a massive advantage at sea, and was considered by Hitler himself to be the wisest military adviser he had ever know. Doenitz and Hitler had a love/hate relationship, eventually leading Hitler himself to appoint Karl Doenitz as leader of Nazi Germany after his death. Fortunately, this never happened. The remaining members of the German government surrendered, and the German admiral was later tried for war crimes, eventual being sentenced to 10 years in prison. During his trial however, he spoke of having built "an invisible fortification, in midst of the eternal ice." Seeing as this seems to suggest some form of Artic base, one piece of the puzzle just now seems to fit into place. The Nazi Antarctic expedition, entitle Operation Camelot. In this this “eternal ice” the admiral seems to speak of and this “Operation Camelot” seems an awful lot like the German Antarctic base on the MP Map Discovery, no? And how does it feel to learn that the South Pole is rumored to be the easiest way to access hollow Earth, the land that the Vril-ya supposedly inhabited. I mean, bloody labs, one giant switch, and abandoned Nazi Antarctic base… This all seems very Group 935-ish to me. If German had located a steady supply of Vril/element 115, several experiments may have been conducted at this base in Antarctica before… something went wrong. Look firmiliar? From here, it also turns out the Siberian island that the K-27 Soviet submarine base was also a top secret German seaplane and U-Boat base that was put in place to spy on Allied Naval vessels. Imagine that, we have learned of an admiral who worked for Germany (which the admiral would have controlled), an Antarctic Research base (which the admiral would have controlled), and an Abandoned top secret 935 research and U-Boat base (which he would have controlled). Of course, the Soviets had to have located all this technology eventually, right? They would have found the Vril rod and the lighthouse, right? Nope. The lighthouse was clearly broken or disabled until our heroes at Call of the Dead found it, which explains why the old Russian cruiser beached itself there in the first place before becoming zombies themselves. And let’s face it; a Russian sub just happened to sink off the coast? No. I say that upon finding the multiple sunken U-Boats, the submarine attempted to recover some of the cargo, getting stuck upon the rocks of the Siberian island. In an attempt to save themselves the crew of the submarine attempted to use the Vril generator to power their submarine, but to no avail. It would not be until the crew in call of the Dead shifted the reef by moving the cargo ship that it would free the sub from the reef, causing the ballast to make the ship rise. On the other hand, maybe the Vril rod actually did help them survive all those years, and gave the crew the rod as payment for freeing them. They then pulled into the undersea U-boat facility and began to make repairs. This would explain the racket heard in the lighthouse afterwards. Oh yes, and the island that Call of the Dead was set on was the site of the largest Soviet atomic test ever devised. They really did not want people visiting that island. [youtube:3malhur5]1q0hzSnKQoE[/youtube:3malhur5] The bomb used to nuke the island. It was the largest warhead ever used. Map of the island. So we have explained the appearance of the Vril rod, but what about the last of the Vril-ya. The answer to this question might make you stop and think for a moment who was right in all this, even if the Vril-ya threatened to wipe out humanity. The cranial deformations would have been an item of interest, and the warthog tusks extracted from dead warthogs in Shangri-La had to have gone somewhere. Perhaps it was to prove a point that humanity was superior but ruining the other race into mindless beasts. After an extensive amount of genetic modification and surgical procedures, I give you the remaining members of the Vril-ya. [/center:3malhur5]

Take these brains, you've earned them for having the ball to say that. :lol:

My personal order: 1. Verruckt (By far the largest. Caused an international outbreak. Results from this would be posted on the boards on Der Riese) 2. NDU (While one team was sent to extract Peter, another was sent to save Harvey, but they crashed in transit and were attacked by a suriving cluster of zombies from the Verruckt outbreak) 3. Der Riese 4. Shi No Numa 5. Battle of Der Riese 6: Kino der Toten 7:Asencion 8. Shangri-la (Debatable, as Shangri-la happens at several different points in time) 9. CotD (Could also be 8 depending on how you look at it. It happened AFTER Shangri-la, but our characters went to CotD first) Thanksmuch, Your Foxy Faux Faust

Normally I'd do the usual post explain dwellers and who I am, but for some reason I just want to break into song today, soooooooooooooooo... QsJYAWPjQu8

You may not like it, but you aren't stupid. If you ran into just one tank you would be screwwed, much less an entire line. Go for the bunkers.

1. Call of Duty 3: Saint Lo 2. Call of Duty WaW: Black Cats (My dad is in the navy, so saving those sailors was a personal thing) 3. Modern Warfare 2: Hornets Nest 4. Call of Duty BO: SOG 5. Call of Duty BO: Vorkutta Honerable mentions: Stalingrad (CoD Classic) No Russian (Mw2) The Gulag (Mw2)

What's this? A dweller hasn't welcomed you yet? Egad! I'm srm-trp--- erg... My name is Faust, I'm whatchacal' a dweller on this forum. Basically, if you need any sort of help with figuring out the story or anything else, just go to us. We'll set you up. Welcome, and I hope you enjoy the forum. Regards, Your Foxy Faux Faust

I swear, I am about to start lighting these threads that say "Nothing is related" on fire if I see another. Yes, they are related. I wont bother telling you why, I was about to remake an asylum topic about this anyway. But it does relate. Regards, Your Foxy Faux Faust

Any time old friend.

One thing that I know will blast you ahead to epic status is to make on large post that people will attribute to you. I wrote a thing on the CoD HQ, then moved to being a writer on the old CoDz forum. Alpha Snake made his plotline. Anti-Earth made his "Dr. Clarke is the Theif" post. Each member has one turning point that they are remembered for. Become a CoDz Elite: CoDz is in it's element during a time where some form of codebreaking must occure, usually involving the entire community. I remember during GKnova6, we had a group of codebreakers banded together that would rival Anti-Sec themselves. If you are not into codebreaking, try theorising or researching. All of these are needed in a situation like this. You want to be an Elite? Get in one one of the virals!

Don't you complain to me! I had to book on Orbitz once for a quick trip to German, and the place sucked. I can't remember the name, I just know that it was the giant-est hotel I have ever been to. And those 'sploding doggies? Well, I needed to book a hotel that let you keep pets, but everyone else here has one of those! They made me wake up at 9:35 every day, and go to bed at 9:35 every night. Every morning they would read off the dailey announcements, then yell at us! I can still hear it now! "Todays dinner: Shepard's Pie. And, oh yes... RELINK THE TELEPORTERS!" The last day really got me mad though! I went of looking for some Goddamn ice so I could make some hand-crank ice cream to go with my coffee cake, but when I found the machine, some frickin' teddy bear shot out of it and disappeared. Eventually, I found the real ice machine, but it was stuck behind a steel door on a tera-somethingoranother. WORST SERVACE EVER!

Part 3: Down and Dirty I have in my career as an author attempted to personify an entire situation into one term as to hold a reader’s attention while keeping detail to a maximum. However, I am quite disappointed to inform you that I, with all my might, could not come up with a decent onomatopoeia to sum up the night that our dear friend Sgt. Shawn Vitusic was having. Here was a man in his last hours instead of morning and lying in prier, opted to celebrate and lay waste to the last of his soul. His radio blasted behind him, projecting off the clip face he stood on and out into the jungles of Vietnam. Oh, see the fire is sweepin' Our very streets today! Burns like a red coal carpet! Mad Bull has lost his way! A line of glass bottles sat in front of him and down the sights of his 1911'. There were seven shots left, six for target practice and one to go right between his eyes. Each time the radio blasted the chorus line "It's just a shot away!" he would fire a shot across the cave wall, shattering the one of the bottles into shards of glass. Every time one bottle would explode Shawn would udder a harsh "Fuck you Hannah." Rinse and repeat, this calamity continued five times. He would save the last two shots for later that night; in the meantime his midnight cravings were gnawing at the back of his head. Normal he would have ignored it, telling himself to save his resources, but why bother if he was going to end it all tonight? Ripping the cap from one of his two Juggernog bottles, he took his first sip, letting the cool glass come to rest on his lips. By the time the last chores of the Rolling Stones "Gimme Shelter" began to wrap up, he felt that familiar knot of blood build in his throat. He let it pass onto his uniform with little resistance. His uniform was far too filthy to have it matter anyway. There was a moment of silence on the radio, perhaps when that damned woman would change records or come it with another lie to tell over the airwaves to prey on some insecure GI. He took another swig of his drink and shut off the radio. All the songs they played started to sound the same to him anyway. The way Shawn saw it, he would go over in one of the darker corners of the cave and ponder about the world-- among other things-- for the next hour or two. He staggered over into the corner and laid in silence for a moment. It was good. Nice, peaceful thoughts. He almost remembered what a woman looked like. The silence was broken when a loud banging noise shook him to his core. It sounded like fists beating upon wood! But there were no doors here. Vitusic skewered the entire cave for the source until he found the cause; a wooden cabinet place tightly against the cave wall. Taking a sip of his Juggernog, he pondered why the inanimate object was... clattering. He came to the discussion that there was probably something-- or someone-- hidden behind it. With yet another sip of Juggernog and a tightening of his belt, he pushed it over just a fraction of an inch. Sure enough, a slight draft flew from it, kissing his face with this calm breeze. A split second after this moment of bliss, he was almost thrown backwards with the stench of rotting flesh. With a newfound urgency, Vitusic pushed the cabinet another six inches out. He paused for a moment and attempted to see what lay within. Starring into the darkness, he found only a dark void. He continued to stare inward, hopping his eyes would adjust to the light. As he did, an odd hissing sound seemed to come from this hidden room. Expecting to be a gas leak, Shawn covered his mouth. He should have been covering his ears. At that moment, a horrifying shriek pierced his eardrums, causing him to recoil. As he did, a rotten fist shot from behind the cabinet, landing dead center on Shawn's face. He fell backwards on the ground in a complete sensory overload. He couldn't breathe, his ears were bleeding, and his vision was blurred. Drawing his pistol, he fired his last two rounds into the void. He knew whatever attacked him was dead, because immediately after firing his shots, he felt a heavy thud as the unseen mass hit the floor. He didn't know what had hit him, and he did not want to find out unless he was properly armed. He ran over to the weapons cache the Russians had left. He ripped open one crate to find it filled to the brim with AK-47s, each stored with its own mag pre-loaded. He grabbed one and ripped off the top to another. A cylindrical tube sat on top a bed of packing supplies. Clearly, if this was ever a weapon it was not finished. It looked more like a speaker with a bunch of dangling wires then anything, tossing the hunk of scrap to the side, he ripped open another. In it sat the round mine-like object he had seen earlier. He lifted it, finding it surprisingly heavy for what he assumed was an explosive. The side of the object was covered in glowing buttons and switches. Franticly searching the box for an instruction manual, all he found was a record in a blank sleeve. It would have to do. He darted over to the wooden cupboard, pulling even more until he created an opening large enough for him to fit into. Using his old Zippo as a light in this cavern, he shined it at his feet, coming face to face with the creature that had attacked him. It was a Vietcong! He poked it with the end of his rifle to make sure it was real and not just his imagination. It was real alright, a real corpse that pressed down into the floor under the weight of his rifle’s mussel. He looked out of the cave to where he had shot a man like this before. Sure enough, the body had not disappeared. It laid there in its own blood, just as this one before him. He flipped this second corpse over, wishing to see the face of his attacker. Immediately he recoiled in terror. The ghastly expression locked into the creature face was that of an eternal torture. His mouth hung open, his eyes sat wide open and glazed over, and horrible viscous, brown blood flowed from its throat. It was more than that. This dead expression… IT was looking back at Vitusic. The body’s head shifted on Vitusic’s hands. Shawn leaned in closer, hearing something coming from the ghoul’s lips. It was moaning. Within seconds the body’s head hands came to life, seizing Shawn and pulling his face closer into its macabre maw. Shawn pulled away, picked up his AK-47, and fired five rounds into the creature’s face, where it (once again) fell dead. Shawn fled that cave as fast as he could, assuming that the tunnel led someplace out. He didn’t care where it went or who was at the other end, he just needed to leave. Leave the cave, leave the jungle, leave Vietnam and never come back! He could feel it in his gut; salvation was at the end of this dark tunnel! He could not have been more wrong. Eventually, he reached a threshold, causing him to trip in the darkness and fall hard. The first thing Shawn notice was that he had come to lie on metal flooring. The cool steel felt good on his scrapped cheek. He stood up, digging savagely for his Zippo to bring light to this dark place. He struck the lighter. He couldn’t vomit, he did not have enough in his system to even do that. He couldn’t scream, as he was far too paralyzed with fear. His skin turned cold, his legs shacked, and his mind took a horrifying mental image that would stay with him the rest of his life. He was standing in the heart of a Soviet prison. In the middle of a nightmare. Hundreds of inmates, all chained together in what must have been no more than five cages. All of them reached out for him, banging upon the iron cages with their steel shackles. They all carried the same look upon their faces as the man he had killed within the cave. They were no men. They were the living dead, writhing over each other, feeding on each other, bashing upon the cages with all of their might, hooting and hollering for their next meal. In the last cage at the end of the room sat a hole torn in the iron bars… And while dozens of the damned attempted to force themselves through it, somehow Shawn knew that one had already achieved it. He dropped his Zippo, and the room returned to darkness. Shawn clamored for his weapons and fled once again back to the cave that he had attempted to escape.

This is still why I hate IW. Instead of fixing broken, redone game mechanics, they just put saftey tape over the edges and call it fixed. It's like those douches in Wal-Mart that have their kid on a baby leash instead of just hitting your kid in the head and teaching them to listen.

Way to go, CoD players are now so stupid that Robert Bowling can publicly insult them, then has to dumb down the maps so their noob heads don't explode.

I have completely given up on Mw3. The actions in the story are unauthentic (a Russian sub would NEVER ping), they have ditched everything Treyarch had built up in Black Ops including dolphine diving and currency, they refuse to issue a beta, and God knows that they will fail in Mw3 where they did in Mw2. Battlefield 3 is the only thing left on my list.

I'm going to ask one more time... HAVE WE DECYPHERED THE RIDDLES?

I know what you did. Yes, I see it. Hehehe... XD