Faust

Using illegal technology for impractical purposes. How can I help? :twisted:

It's raw files, so you wouldn't need to DR servers to access them on PC.

... we have decyphered the poems, haven't we?

Prehap the Servers themselves hold the answers to our questions... If we ever gain access... I'll be stuck working on this for the rest of my life.

Ripped via Cjdog earlier from PC files. We still cannot access the actual server, but this serves as proof that they do exist and contain previously known intel. MP-40 room. A previously unseen picture of what appears to be a zombifed crowd and some form of Gasser at the bottom. That movie must have sucked. Alley. Main lobby. Note the lack of teleporters. If anything, this might explain how the teleporters, Perk machines, and the sixes ended up in Five. It was all technology taken out of West Germany from Kino der Toten.

It's illuminati. I'm so old-school, back in my day carbon made people have to solve an illuminati code to gain the address to this site! :lol:

They arn't children's drawings, John was just so bat-sh!^ crazy that he wrote this crap on the walls. Hard to be an artist when you are completly insane. And we solve most of this years ago, sorry. I don't think that is a spike-more though, considering the claymore would not be invented until years to come. A makeshift bouncing betty would be more likly.

You seem like someone who wouldn't lie about something like this, but if it existed, it would be in the audio PC files.

Ooooooooooooooooooooo... Just click the button in the top-right corner of a post, it should be green. :)

Terribly sorry, but typically the golden rule is never to ask fo' brians... I mean brains.

After waisting an hour of shotting the thing and training at round 11, the words "PC Files" came to mind. If you made an honest mistake, I forgive you. If you did that just to mess with my day, the next time you cross me you will be breathing out of a tube. Clear? Now will a mod lock this?

>Uses Search >Rereads your first post ... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I feel stupid. For the last two months I thought you were just a dude pretending to be Sam... Sorry about that....

Christ on a bike in june sam... ALRIGHT! I'LL ADMIT IT! BASED ON YOUR SIG I'LL ADMIT IT!... I now truly believe you are a girl. Congrats, you broke me. :? ANYWHO Welcome to the site! I'm sure you know what we dwellers do here by now, so I'll save you the usal speech. Brains are like good-boy points that people give you if you've made a good post. By clicking the green thumbs-up in the top right corner of a post, you are giving people brains. The more brains someone has given you, the more valuable you are considered on CoDz!

Maybe it's more about time spent using it or K/D.

Part 2: Finders Keepers As the squad inched nearer to the tree line that led up to a nearby cave, the entire forest seemed devoid of life. The usual hum of insects, the chatter of birds, and the whisper of the wind seemed lost to this ridge that time forgot. As Nguyen scanned the trees, the crew came upon a carcass, just before they reached the entrance to the cave. It was the mangled body of an ox, twisted and torn by some unseen predator. Nguyen stepped up to the slain beast as if to scavenge what was left of the meat on the remains. Without any hesitation he crotched down on one knee, grabbed a handful of meat, and shovel it into him mouth. The sight of their dear friend feeding on this body was enough to cause the squad to shout out in terror. Expecting this, Nguyen chuckled to himself through his chunk of meat, ensuring he got every bit of information from it before he spat it out on the ground next to him. He stood up, ready to give the verdict. "Fresh kill. I say two, maybe three hours old." "You could tell that by the taste?" "Well, the smell too... But mostly taste." The gang just managed to swallow down their vomit at the thought of this. "So what else can the tell us?" Johnston asked. "Hum... Do you see these tares?" Nguyen made a point of gripping the wounds the show them. It was defiantly odd. There where massive chunks of flesh removed, however it was not from eating. It was as if something had been dragged through the body before it fell dead. "Tigers, elephants, even people, they leave their own trades of how they feed. People would have kill the creature with some sort of weapon and stripped it for meat, tigers would never leave a meal behind, elephants are too big for these hills..." "So you're saying?--" "What. The. Fuck." Rian finished for him. "Exactly." Nguyen confirmed. "Well that's just grand," Johnston started, "Now can we get on with the mission?" As if to answer Johnston's question, the sound of a falling rock echoed out of the cave, alerting the team. Drawing their weapons, they all took aim at the cave's mouth, half expecting a wave of NVA to pour from it. Instead, they were met with total silence. Rian shot a glare at Derik. "Derik, go check out that cave." "What? Why me?" "Because you're the one with two guns." Derik quickly dropped one of his guns and continued to aim at the cave's mouth. "I'm serious asshole, go check it out." Grumbling to himself, Derik picked up the Mac 11 he dropped, shoved both in his chest rig, then sprinted off into the cave, ready to run if something not-so-friendly waited within. Seconds passed before his voice rang from inside. "You're safe, advance!" His group soon followed, meeting him within the jungle cave. At first glance it appeared subterranean, but after studying the multiple skylights and openings in the ceiling, Johnston found it to be an above ground structure carved out via rain water. They found Derik in the center of the structure, standing in amazement. They soon found why. In the center of this incredible fortress sat a spider's web, though no ordinary spider's web. This web sat fifteen feet tall with a diameter of an up-scale home back in the states. It sat thick too, to the point that Rian even thought for a moment that it would stop a bullet if he tried to fire through it. Nguyen just sat before it puzzled, not having ever seen a web of this magnitude before. "So what made this?" Rian asked. "We could throw Derik in it and fine out when it comes to eat him," Johnston joked, "We might get to name it and be famous." "We'll name it Derik just for giggles." "Seriously?" Derik toned, "You see something like this and all you can do is make fun of me?" "It is very easy." Nguyen spoke. "Shut up, before I throw your gun into that pit." Nguyen was still puzzled. What could have created this? He drew his Marine combat knife the Americans had issued him, reached for a dense grouping of webbing, and cut away at it until he had separated a pod-sized clump. Catching his drift, the rest of the group gathered around him, waiting for him to reveal what the creature that made this nest had been bundling up. Three cuts in, something odd fell out of the pod. When Rian picked it up, the group found it to be an AK-47. Urgently, Nguyen tore away at the pod more and more. When a tan cap fell from the pod, the squad already knew what was wrapped up long before Nguyen cut one last tare. When he did, they found them looking into the face of a dead Vietcong. "Oh God!" Rian hollered. Derik himself almost fell backwards, and then ran of further into the cave to vomit. Johnston immediately radioed the Huey. "You found the object?" The driver ventured over the radio. "No, no, we just need to get the hell of this ridge. There is something else up here with us, something big. You need some sort of specialists for this!" "Like an exterminator!" Derik shouted over to the sergeant, "Tell them to send an exterminator!" "Alright, alright," the pilot radioed back, "We'll pick you up Sierra, just make sure you are at that LZ in the two minutes you have left." "Come on," Johnston shouted to his squad, "We need to get out of here." "That's it?" Rian guessed, "No quickly laid schemes? No shtick? No half-baked plan or even an attempt to figure out what this thing is? Sergeant, I expected better then you." “Rian..." Johnston attempted to keep the furry he felt inside to a minimum in his voice. He hit his leg where a piece of Vietnamese shrapnel sat in his thigh. "Vietnam, 1968." He gripped the left side of his face, now mulched from a Chinese grenade. "Korean war, 1952." He flipped open his eye patch, once again showing his unmoving glass eye, his socket carved out from the bullet of an American rifle. "Boot camp, 1948... And those scars are just the ones I can show you on the outside... All minor stuff compared to some of the stuff I've seen, with both one and two eyes. But I've never seen anything like this. I wasn't cut out for this. We're going back to command, and then they'll figure this ridge out for us." Rian knew he was right. That was just one pod Nguyen had opened. There were hundreds in this large cobweb. He shivered to think of what might be in some of the others. "Alright," Rian began, "Nguyen, Derik, we're-- where is Derik?" Nguyen looked up and shrugged. This was his first time looking up from the face of the dead VC since prying the webbing off. Rian search frantically for Derik. Eventually he found what he was looking for in the tunnel Derik ran off into; one of Derik's Mac 11s. Five feet in front of the weapon sat a large, gaiping hole in the floor, laced with the same cobweb substance they say further into the cave. The three remaining members of the squad encircled the hole is silence. Rian pulled one of him many Colt clips from his sleeve an tossed it down the hole. It simply slid down without bashing into the sides of the hole are dropping a significant distance. The three-foot-around-hole was covered over in the webbing so well it had become a shoot to the bottom. "Well," Rian began, "Looks like he could have lived through that. Might have stumbled, dropped his SMG, then went ass-over-end into the hole... I'm sure he'll turn up later." Johnston gave him a sarcastic look. "You know we need to find him, right?" Rian sighed slightly before answering, "Yes." Johnston spoke back into the radio. "RT Iowa, hold off on that extraction, we need to take a detour. Look for our flare for an extraction cable to pick us up." Nguyen looked into the dark slide. "I really don't want to do this." "Get down that slide, soldier! You're going first." Mumbling Vietnamese to himself, Nguyen scooted into the slide, crossed himself, the vaulted himself down into the depths of the cave. Rian was next, saying his prayers out loud for what may have been the last time, the launched himself down. Johnston was the last to do down the slide, loading one mag into Derik's Mac 11 just in case, gripped it with one hand and the slide with the other, and threw himself down into the depths of the underground.

Dempsey also states "That Gersche fucked us up!" My thoughts are that Richtofen and Gersche came to some sort agreement to send richtofen into the future, but Richtofen did not tell Gersche where or when. Onces the mechinism activated, it sent out a extra-demsional rift that would automaticly blast him and Richtofen through time and space to avoid Sam, but Richtofen made a few calculations of his own to send him to CotD instead of to where they agreed to meet Gersche in time, all while making it look to Dempsey and the others like Gersche screwwed them over instead of it being richtofen.

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Moderators, the dark green dudes.

No iPad for me, I am a peasant. I'm sure several on this forum do though. ;)

Hum... Well, if I had to recommend games, I'd say: Battlefield 3 (when it comes out) Battlefield Bad Company 2 (For the vietnam expansion) Red Dead Redemption OG and Undead Nightmare (The zombie mode if fun, and if you have a posse of friends and some imagination, free roam online kicks ass.)

Welcome GENERICNEWGUY#1334! Just kidding... I'm a dweller on this forum, so basically if you want any help on here or if you don't understand something in the storyline just look for the grey. Just stay out of the dwelling... And ignore the smell.

ASP FTW! One handed killin', baby! Though in real life I would grab two maks. You know, spam the enemy with lead. But still... >Dude pulls two m1911s Badass gun. >Quick-draws the asp, shoots him in the face But not cool enough. >Swaps back to AK-47

Random Dude: "Well I've been here befoooooooooooooore. And I've--" >Hits him in the back of the head with a shovel No! We do not sing that here! >Throws shovel to stage right Hi. I'm srm-trpr78. You probably don't get that joke I just made. You will soon enough. I'm what you call a dweller here. Basically, if you need any help, or need a clue to the storyline, turn to us. We'll set you up. Just stay out of the dwelling. If by any chance you happen to pass by it, ignore the screams. It's probably nothing. >Drags away body of the guy I knocked out

I'm going to settle this "New clean clothes" thing once and for all. If Nicolai is hit, he shouts "How dare you touch Nicolai!... I have just showered for first time!" I mean come on. The dudes havent taken a shower sence 1945 and the come across a flowing waterfall majestic waterfall in Shangri-la. But no, I could see if they time warped backwards agains all evidence, their cloths magically got OxiCleaned by Billy Mays as they went through hell/aether and the just said "Hey, thats neat, lets go fight some zombies!" That said, has anyone tried to shoot down the huey in the background with the LAW?

Good man... But I'm quite sure that the easter egg is over, at least for shangri-la. There may, however be smaller easter eggs besides the major one. Anyone remember the magic brick from Der Riese?