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That means SOOOO much to us, thank you! I'm glad you like it here. :mrgreen:

Wowwwwwwwww... awkward.

Tactical Class: M14 with custom reflex and silencer Crossbow Tomahawk Decoys Motion sensor Lightweight Pro Warlord Pro Marathon Danger Close class: Commando w/ m203 CZ silenced Semtex NOVA 6 TI Hardline Sleight of Hand Last stand Pro (Yes, noobish, but it's just for the killstreaks. Once I get a napalm I'll do things Vietnam style and put the stuff right on my possition. That's what I call "Danger Close".) Specter class (for getting dug in for a long fight): M60 w/ big ammo Strella 3 Frag WP Camcorder Ghost Steady aim Ninja (For this class, get set for an ambush, then blow everyone to hell!)

Great theory, and I hate to say it, but I am 99.99% sure it will be in england. This is due to The blackboards in Der Riese being almost identical to the image in Call of the Dead, and the similar tie ins between that, mi6, and operation sturgion, a secret mission to force german scientists to develope British spacecraft.

Hey there! I'm one of the dwellers here along with deathmachine.We dwellers are pretty much always on the forum and will always be willing to help you out in any way. Heck, maybe if Gknova6 starts up again, you'll get to see everyone on CoDz in their element! Till then, or until a new puzzle needs solving, feel free to post anywhere you'd like! -S

I think we can guess what sperred this debate, but if someone REALLY wanted to get in this site all they'd have to do is make an account. So whoever is able to see this site wont matter, but in termes of getting more members for the betterment of this site, let's just go 'sam's club' on this and give them a viewing limit before they have to become a member. (If you can do that.)

As Jackson ripped through the sky he couldn't help but think of some story he heard long ago. It was the tale of the valkierys, the Noris angel's that would farry the souls of those that died in battle to the afterlife. The inside of a UH-1 Huey was no angel but she sure as hell flew like one. The canvas seatbelts bairly held him in his seat as the open doors to the chopper launched a heavy gust at him and his team. As the flew over the deady jungles of Vietnam, the napalm, bullets, death, and explosions seemed all but forgotten by the lush green canopy. Jackson looked around the helicopter at his squad. There was Derick, the squad's FNG. Sure as day though, if that boy was ever captured by NVA, he could just as easily talk his way out as killing everyone in the compound. Then there was Nguyễn, a South Vietnamese rebel-turned-soldier after they needed a guide to the surrounding area. Wierdiest thing about Nguyễn though. No matter how many times he was offered and American weapon, he would decline in lue of his AK-47, so named "Hương". When it was the m14, he picked up his rifle, when the m16 became the standered weapon from Army GIs like themselves, Hu'o'ng was right by his side. Honestly, I think if his rifle left him, he'd die. After the two there was Rian. He was alright. Black-irish by nature, his red hair and loud presance was contrast to his knack for knowing when to stay quiet. His m21 never seemed to be without a magazine, probably because he kept an unneseccary amount hidden in various parts of his person. No, really, I once saw him pop two Charlies, pull a mag out of his groin, then pop two more. Yeah, his squad was weird like that. Then again, Jackson was a strange guy too. He wouldn't call himself anything that wasn't nice, but he might have been a little hatchet faced. Sure, he might have caught a grenade with his face one, and maybe he got hit by a ricocett bullet another time, but besides that, he was a handsom guy. Right?... Right? "So," Rian began, attempting to raise his voice over the whirrle of the chopper, "What's our mission Sargent?" "Command reported having recorded an impact from a downed airal object. They susspect it to be a Soviet spacecraft used for recon of our operations in Vietnam. The crash site was on an unexplored hilltop north of our possition. The chopper will set us down then pull off to avoid any un-needed attention from enemy patrols," Jackson spoke. "They're giving us exactly eight minutes to locate the shuttle and make it back to the LZ! That means no getting lazy! We find this thing and get out before enemy soldiers do. Ho-ah?" "Understood!" Nguyễn replied quickly. Jackson turned an eye to Derick who was stairing stait at him. "Got something to say boy?" Jackson called. "Huh? Uh, no. I was just looking at your, um--" "Eye patch? Yeah, I get that a lot. Want a better look?" Steadily, Jackson removed his eyepatch. Under it lay a perfectly fine eye. Just as the other, it was a dark hazel, it's deapth unmatched by anyone who had otherwised not experienced the horrors of war. Derick was both startalled and confused to see this other eye staring back at him. Then with one burly strike to the back of the head, the eye came out, showing only a fleshy, gapping black hole. "Gah! Fuck! What the hell man!" Chuckling Jackson placed the glass eye back into his socket. No matter how many times he did that to a new recruit, it never got old. Nguyen laughed cheerfully, forgetful of how he reacted when Jackson first did that to him. Meanwhile, Rian kept focas, scanning the tops of the trees with his M21 for any signes of movement. "Alright!" The Huey piolet shouted to the crew, "The LZ is right up ahead. We're looking at a mountain top, there's some flat ground to set you on. Crash site should be about a quarter mile to the East from there. So good luck, yeah?" "Yeah, I'll fly with you any day friend!" As the Huey touched ground on the lush grass of the mountain top, all four GIs pilled out as the piolet got everything in order for his sweep of the area before returning. As a sudden last thought came to him, he threw two flareguns out the chopper's door for the men. "Any issue," he blerted over the radio, "Toss up a flare and we'll reel you out with the towe cable, but don't expect a fun ride!" "Thanks, we'll keep that in mind!" As the chopper pulled off, the group got their gear together. Jackson pulled out his m16. Sure, it may not have been as powerful as the m14, but at least his m16 haddn't shot out his other eye yet, and lack of physical injury was reason enough to use it. Nguyen, as always, held his AK-47 in hand, Rian was checking the bullets in his M21, and Derick... wait, what? That couldn't be right. Derick was pulling out two mac 10s, one for each hand. "Derick," Jackson groaned, "What are you doing." "Arming myself Sarge!" "Ha," Rian cut in. "Whatever you're doing, you're going to break you frickin' wrists!" After another five minutes of debate, the crew had loaded up all their gear and where ready to head out. The lush mountain terrain crumpled under Jackson boots and reminded him just how far into the jungle they were. He could feel it in the way the sun beat down upon the mulched side of his face and saw it in the way Nguyễn scanned the treetops with his rifle close by. "Alright," Jackson began, "We're knee deep in Charlie shit now... Welcome to paradise."

The idea of it being on firing range was spread by salad man. I wont happen.

The security has arrived.

The P1a55mA-jnk. :D

>Dives through a window ...Ugh... That hurt..... >Picks out glass Alright I'm here for discussion. How about a revolver that fires Plasma Rounds that burn through several zombies at once and lights them on fire?

>Takes a bitter sip of Double Tap Rootbeer

Here's a repost of mine. RED FLAG! RED FLAG! You sir get a five minute penalty. And as to the thought of Sam being the next character, I laughted that off until I listened to Abracadaver again. These shakels the come With certain opratunaties They wont let me get away But they show me we're the same I can't give in I wont give in It's not a state of mind I'm wretched but I'm powerful, and...! To me it sounds like Sam has had a change of heart. It seems like she never wanted any of these to happpen, but the zombies just sort of chose her as their leader, sort of like "Where the Wild Things Are". Then at the end she tells herself that she wont just roll over and let them do what they want anymore, that she is done pretending it's just a game. That and if see escaped the limbo of the aether, she'd be a good twenty years older, and quite... what's the word? Oh yes... Fit.

Here's a repost of something I wrote: RED FLAG! RED FLAG! You sir get a five minute penalty. And as to the thought of Sam being the next character, I laughted that off until I listened to Abracadaver again. These shakels the come With certain opratunaties They wont let me get away But they show me we're the same I can't give in I wont give in It's not a state of mind I'm wretched but I'm powerful, and...! To me it sounds like Sam has had a change of heart. It seems like she never wanted any of these to happpen, but the zombies just sort of chose her as their leader, sort of like "Where the Wild Things Are". Then at the end she tells herself that she wont just roll over and let them do what they want anymore, that she is done pretending it's just a game. That and if see escaped the limbo of the aether, she'd be a good twenty years older, and quite... what's the word? Oh yes... Fit.

RED FLAG! RED FLAG! You sir get a five minute penalty. And as to the thought of Sam being the next character, I laughted that off until I listened to Abracadaver again. These shakels the come With certain opratunaties They wont let me get away But they show me we're the same I can't give in I wont give in It's not a state of mind I'm wretched but I'm powerful, and...! To me it sounds like Sam has had a change of heart. It seems like she never wanted any of these to happpen, but the zombies just sort of chose her as their leader, sort of like "Where the Wild Things Are". Then at the end she tells herself that she wont just roll over and let them do what they want anymore, that she is done pretending it's just a game. That and if see escaped the limbo of the aether, she'd be a good twenty years older, and quite... what's the word? Oh yes... Fit.

Yeah, I pick up on that, but I cut him some slack cause he's new.

Ughhhhh... I don't know that. WAIT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Haha, classic. :lol:

Namnamnam. GQsKEUo-9lo

Hudson= Brice Willice Swift= Mark Wahlberg Brooks= Shia Labeof Just my thoughs. :D

Oooh! A new member! Welcome! Now before you can be an honored member, I need you to answer three questions. WHAT, be yer name? WHAT, be yer quest? And WHAT... be yer favorite color?

New characters sounds about right. That way we can still be going to the moon in the next map.

Time to play spot the pun. Go nuts.

DUUUUUUUUUDE! I've got no idea how you did this, but this is soooooo cool!

My break-down of it: 9FfE67fDyH8