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Okay, I've came to from my blood driven zombie walk fairly certain I didn't eat anyone this time. Here's my breakdown of the poster: http://www.youtube.com/user/jevusproduc ... ature=mhum

>Drops jaw >Zombie moan I WAAAAANT! GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! [brains] [brains] [brains] [brains]

This topic is falling apart fast!... Hehehe. Thanks for putting alpha in his place cj!

I suspect, >kick up feet

I try. :lol:

Backstory cracker huh? >Cracks open soda ...... Well, Alpha can't win in every section...... >Sip

Yeah, OMG, someone turn on the black and white effect on a movie maker and took a picture in an extremely vieg location! Seriouly, it's over. if it wasn't, there would be audio files of it in the games data storage, and cjdog's cracked that open like a retarded pinata.

WWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!! Lol, they will mob you with microphones Except the ones from CNN, they just stay in their hotels... War in Libya referance.....

x2! Woot!

As Vitusic stumbled forth from his nightly cave the midnight air of Southern Vietnam washed over him. The inky black sky rushed through his lungs as he took his first fresh breath in hours. With his now dulled SoG knife in hand he stood at attention to the night as he customarily did each evening. Call it his way of keeping sane, call it a way of practicing some old habits, call it whatever the hell you like, just remember that if you where around to see him go through this rutine, the ending to his tale may have been different. As he went through the liquid motions of a knife kill an an unseen NVA, he had to quickly retract himself before he sashaded himselft over the cliff face that sat before him. Stuggling to catch his breath from the shock of catching himself, he gave a rough cough. His throught was beginning to dry in the cool mountain air and he needed to wet it with his stockpile of drinks he had located within his cavern. While trudging over the refuse he had laid out for himself on the cave floor, he came across his personal crate of refreshments. Before the North Vietnamese Army had abandoned the area before the Tet offensive, they had left anything they didn't need, including the small crate of soda. While it origionated with seventeen, the multipule weeks spent on the cliffside, mixed with some rationing on his part, had left him with only nine left. While dirt of a long monsoon season had covered the label of the bottle, the glass still felt cool to the touch as Vitusic downed the warm red concocton. The rich creamy, strawberry taste soothed his moaning stomach. While there was plenty of the soda, and the ocasional rainwater that gathered at the mouth of the cave, their had been nothing left for the Marine to feed on execpt small ration powtches and three pounds of beef from an oxen that had run rancid in the amount of time he had been saving it for something special. Unfortunatly, the occasion to feast had never come, and the meat spoiled within four days. A wide plethra of weapons sat ready for the young sergeant to use for himself, but to no avail. No weapons could save him from this cliffside which he had stumbled upon. Half of the weapons didn't even seem to make sence. A cirular disk with some lever, which he assumed to be a land mine, a long tube the size of a breadbox, several metal AK-47s, however normal ammunition didn't seem to take. He shrugged it off as a weapons ring in South Vietnam that was shut down after the North invaded agenst permition from the Soviets, so they broke trade. There was one good thing in all of this useless stashed equipment; and unsused Soviet-made radio. Unfortunatly, it only seemed to pick up NVA propaganda. "Allright Hannah," Vitusic gruffed as he switched on the radio, "Tell me what I already know." And with that the NVA's main propaganda speeker unjarbled through the speakers and began to play. "American GI. How are you GI? It has become apairent to me that you are not being told the truth about the war by those that lead you. They tell you that in Vietnam you will become a grand hero. What they do not tell you is that the NVA cannot be beat. They do not tell you about the snipers that lurk in the trees, killing your friends. And they do not tell you that we shall never surreneder. Yes American GI, you will get you metal... But only after you are dead. And now here's something we know you'll enjoy: In this dirty old part of the city Where the sun refused to shine People tell me, there ain't no use in tryin' We gotta get out of this place! If it's the last thing we ever do ... We gotta get out of this place, 'cause girl, there's a better life ... for me and you Vitusic clenched his chest while he layed himself down on his HALO Jumper's silk parashut that he had been using as beding. With several coughs a knot of blood flew from his mouth. At one time the drinks had gone down smooth, even going as far as to empower him and make hime feel stronger. Now they mearly ate away at him from the inside, slowly killing him from the inside out. He only had nine left, but if frightend Vitusic to think of the man he might be when the crate reached zero. Would he even still be a man, or would he be a wiley, wide-eyed wildman driven mad from thirst and hunger? It pained him to think about it, so he stopped. He looked at the tally marks he had carved into the cliff face fifty-six. That was the number he had left etched in. Fifth-six. Sixteen was his last solid dump, twenty-four was when he ran out of things for a signel fire, and fourty-three was the last time a friendly Huey passed over him, unknowing that the man they where searching for was directly below them. Had he just not screwed up on that entry, the winds wouldn't had dragged him into this damned cavern. But they'll find him. They have to find him. A small sheet of poster paper had come with the bottles of soda, maybe a little jingle that was use to marketing them. Vitusic unroled the parchment and red it aloud to himself for what must have been the hundreth time. Maybe it was so he could hear himself talk. Maybe it was to remind himself of his childhood trips to the penny stores. One thing was sure, we havent heard the last of Sgt. Shawn Vitusic When you need some help to get by, Something to make you feel strong, Reach for Jugger-nog to-night, Suger suduction delight! When you need to feel big and strong, Reach for Jugger-nog to-night!

After a quick look on the web under "Russian Secrete Weapons" I found something quite interesting. In the late 60s through early 80s the Soviets had discovered a new weapon that would never be used; scalar technology. What scalar tech is are waves even finer than gamma rays powered by a giant electronic conduit. The waves are harnessed into the giant conduit like a microwave, until all the heat is used at once, forming a beam of infered energy. In fact, it was once reported to have been used to shoot down a U2 spyplane over the USSR. I'll admit, any information on scalar technology is extremely vieg, however this reminds me of the casimiear mech. There are clear similarities between the beam of light, the charging needed, and the power it outputs. This is just a theory until I find someone thinks it's worth looking into, then I will attempt to uncover more on the matter. Until then... discuss! Sauce: http://www.angelfire.com/oz/cv/scalarweapons.html

Oh, check me out! Yes, part 3 is there, check my page. I personally think mine makes more sence.... sort of. ogf5L9rrulU

Well, I fuckin' do... clearly. Kidding, kidding! Yes, you can but I believe doing so will adjust the amount of brains you can recieve from a posative vote. YAY another writter! I usually don't get a rival at this execept Ghost, but... he's no long an issue. :twisted: Still joking, he just stopped writing! Can't wait for your story! -S

Did I give you a posative vote on this? I hope I did and that negative want me.... Still, good story.

Okay so a guy with a lot of money made a video just by zooming in an editing a game with pre-recorded voices, premade sets, premade story, premade names, he really didn't need to do anything! Needless to say, I'm not a fan of Machinima.com.

Yeah, I was going to continue, however after more of the story developed around zombies, I ditched this from Data Servent, which I'll restart soon. Thank you for reading.

I like your idea of the blackbird and gas mask! I'd play that! Funny, I remember back on the WaW HQ when you said quoates like you did on this topic! :D

I'd have to saw my first is battery from WaW, second Banzi, and third downfall.

Dude, I love you. (No homo) Richtofen's quoats are the best! "Takeo has always been quiet. No matter how bad the pain was he stayed polite... I hate that!"

Holy crap, I don't care what anyone says, I ain't gettin' any better than this! "DAMN STRAIT!" :lol:

UHG! What am I suppose to do for a week, play a game of Risk? Actually, that doesn't sound half bad.......

Actually, I did it a second time with an l96, and I think you're right. I appears to be a gigantic paw print!

Wowwwwww. You just got back-handed by a videogame! XD Seriously, WTF!?

I'm guessing that they didn't until after they left kino.