MyLittleHellhound

Hey welcome to the site! If youo have any questions just ask around yep basically ehjookayted (damn that awesome user! ) said everything I would put into this message so yep. If you want to edit your stuff go to User Control Panel at the top of the page

Or just get the img code and put it in between those instead of dragging and all that......................... Nice radar post by the way, just learned a bunch of stuff I didnt know about before

I was hoping mine was in your top 5 favorites :lol:

LOL there are soo many people with wonder or wunder in their name but coolio another new user! weclome

Um well there's a bunch of super awesome guides out.

Maybe they just thought they could tone it down a bit......I have no idea why,......

I think that you might have to Indent it yourslef, or press the space bar a couple times when you are in this post box kind of thing. And yeah, im liking the point system! If you cant buy, do you feel wrose? And if you have alot you feel bette? Or is it everytime you get more points or lose you fell better and wrose

:o I didn't know you still updated, because I didn't see it!

Hi new user! Im MyLittleHellhound Some threads to check out- Ehjookayteds master zombies guid Afromans User Manual Superhands- Solo guide. Those are helpful! So we cover everything here at CoDz, as well you can post theories! Go to the user control panel at the top, to change your game system and also make an avatar, put info, you name it! Hit me up on xbox if you have- DvS ObLiViOn

Hi guys, so here I am with almost a theory, but more of an inquiry. I was researching WuWa (voo vahs), and I came across this little gem of information. I then thought how it connected to the base on the Moon. What if Germany had completed this, and Richtofen used it? In World War 2, many scientists including Hermann Oberth, came up with plans for what was to be designated a "Sun Gun". This was essentially a huge reflective mirror positioned on an orbital platform 3100 miles above the Earth. It would reflect the sun's beams, and direct them to wherever the Nazi's pleased. This would include London, the USA, and Russia. The gun would also be able to boil away water, and oceans, effectively reducing the Allies power and resources. The only problem with this is building the orbital platform. If the German Scientists could have made a rocket powerful enough to get 3100 miles above the earth to construct an orbital platform, then the Sun Gun could have been completed. Hermann Oberth also would design the orbital platform to be a launching pad for other rockets, into space. Almost like a refuel and refit station. This would allow them to get to the Moon and Mars, therefore making a Nazi Space Empire. Iron sky anyone? Well now onto the science. If this orbital platform would be completed, and the sun gun finished, it would have to focus the sun in order to apply the intense heat. Looking 3100 miles above the earth, the Sun's rays would reach earth and cast a 40 mile diameter across anything the Nazis focused it on. Because the Sun's rays get progressively cooler as they get farther, this would not be enough heat to "vaporize oceans and level cities". Too bad. But now onto the other matter. If the Sun Gun did not work, and assuming the Nazi's didn't lose the war, the orbital platform would still be active. They could still use it for rockets. Now this would allow them to travel to distant places, as well as keep away from those nasty Allies on the ground. Chances are, to launch rockets, the Germans would bring in Russian Scientists, who would be sending supplies as well as other rockets up to the orbital platform, in a facility such as Ascension. In the mean time, Americans would be experimenting to launch their own rockets, to stop the orbital platform and hunt down the Nazis. They build their own at facilities land experiement, and go to the Moon sooner or later. This would also allow them to strike the orbital platform, hovering out of their reach. So then the Nazis get the the Moon and build Griffin Station, preparing to strike back at Earth. The box on the earth is Ascension, or whatever, and the blue grey path is the rocket travel. The yellow is the sun, and the red box in space is the orbital platform. Note that this isnt scale and that the sun and moon are not that small/big. A plausible story line, but not enough. This is a cool tid bit of fantasy.

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I wihs I had dreams like that................... Did any new perks show up?

That sounds awesome. Did you kill the zombes in the dream or were you just on a tour?

Even more interesting...................your analysis of the wunder wewapon shangri la one (cant be bothered to spell it) is very good. [brains] for you!

The Last Chapter- Dedicated to all the people who helped me along the road, and special thanks to Ehjookayted and xAvengedLullabyx for their continued support on and off the forum! 5 kilometers from the city, a noise unheard of for a long time split the air. It was the roar of a chopper. The wandering dead in the streets paid no attention as the chopper continued its path into the city, searching for survivors. The dying sun cast an eerie light onto the city, basking it in blood. The pilot, identified as Macdonald, broadcast on the national emergency channel. “If there is anyone out there, there will be evacuation at 1200 hours at the Royalty Gardens. There will be no waiting. Out.” he spoke into the microphone. There were 4 other people on the chopper. 3 were soldiers and the other was the copilot. They cradled submachine guns and the turrets, watching for survivors that could hear them. One of the soldiers murmured, “Let’s just hope there is someone out there to evacuate….” Smith and Franco slogged through the mud in their combat boots, muddy water swirling. The rain was relentless; it filled their eyes, ears, and soaked their skin. The matte black guns glistened in the horrible weather. Every corner seemed to hold a shadow, and it was starting to get on Franco’s nerves. Hell, it was starting to get on Smith’s too. Now was the time he could really think, when they weren’t on the run from some horde of zombies. God, they had lost so many good men. Was it lives wasted? Or lives spent. That was the question. Suddenly, a click of ignition. Smith was thrown backwards, and slammed into a concrete wall. The rain spattered his face, and blood ran from a cut above his left eye. “Fucking shit Franco! Franco!?” he yelled. Smith groggily felt the grip of his pistol safely holstered. He eased it slightly out. Somehow he knew he was going to need it. Also, the explosion would bring down a fucking horde on them. Great. Just what they needed. Smith hauled himself up, slipping on the wet pavement. There was a completely trashed and burning wreck of a car from where he had been. A detonation? Or a mine? Perhaps a trap. Smith saw Franco, lying in the street. He stumbled over to him, eyes half closed through rain water. Franco was out, eyes closed. Fuck. Smith heard a moan, scrabbling to pull his pistol out from the rain soaked holster. The zombie was a citizen, hideously contorted beyond recognition. Strips of flesh hung like hair from its body. Smith tugged at his pistol again, but it was caught. The zombie seemed to move faster, sensing helpless prey, and free brains. Smith gave up, and pulled out his combat knife. So it was going to die the hard way. Franco stirred, fingers twitching. “Die you bastard!” Smith yelled. The zombie lunged for him, and Smith sidestepped, plunging the knife into its neck. The zombie moaned, but Smith held it in place. He then sawed his way through tendons and veins, cutting the zombie’s head off. The body slumped, blood spurting from the severed arteries. Smith suddenly had a horrible feeling as he kicked the head down the street, bouncing off a bench 300 feet far. He turned around with his bloodied knife, and saw a massive group of zombies stumbling his way. Shit. Franco climbed to his feet, rubbing his eyes with dirty hands. “Smith wha-“ Franco slowly turned around. He raised an eyebrow at Smith, who shrugged in reply. “Fuck you mate.” Franco yelled, and they both ran for their lives, with zombies on their tail. Morton held up his hand, the signal to halt. He cocked an ear, a distant explosion echoing off the tall city buildings. It was raining, and hard. Water pooled on the floor and reflected the lights of their guns. “Northeast, about one kilometer away.” Keenan said. He stretched his aching legs, the lines on his face reflected in the dying light. “Let’s move!” Morton ordered. “An explosion may mean survivors!” Carl whispered excitedly. The group sloshed through the rain and sprinted on the pavement past wrecked cars and garbage. Morton held up his hand again. They were at the intersection. Suddenly, two blurry figures stumbled past, with no weapons so it seemed. Morton peered around the corner from where they came, and ducked, eyes wide. “Run. FUCKING RUN!!!!” he belted as he dug his heels in and shot off towards the two people that just passed. Carl frowned, and peered around the corner. He choked, and shot off after Morton. Keenan just stood in the rain, wondering why the hell they were running. Then he checked around the corner. A massive crowd of the undead clogged the streets, shoving and moaning and reaching for his flesh. So THAT’S why they were running. “Get with the fucking program.” Keenan said to himself as the horde spotted him. He fired off a couple of shots, sending some zombies down minus their heads. He then gave them the finger as he ran after Morton and Carl. Morton’s heart pounded as he dashed after the two men. They looked strangely familiar…..but who were they? Names didn’t come to mind. “Hey! Wait up!” Morton shouted. The two figures stopped and turned. It was getting dark and fast. He couldn’t see their faces. He slowly walked up to them, and then realized. It was Franco and Smith! He shook both their hands, smiling. “Boy are we glad to see you guys! We have a whole horde behind us and no weapons!” Smith said, grinning. “That can be fixed.” Morton said, pumping his shotgun. Behind them, the two others caught up, priming their guns. Everyone greeted each other. “We can hold them off at the narrow bridge here. It extends over a river.” Franco pointed east. The group rushed over to the bridge, which was only as wide as a car. They piled rubble into a short wall to hold off the zombies. “I want charges down under the bridge, you got that Franco?” Keenan ordered. He tossed Franco a sack of C4. “Be careful with that shit.” Keenan warned. “Yessir!” Franco saluted sarcastically. Morton pointed to the sides of the bridge. “Smith, Carl, you guys take up position there, and throw grenades. But not on the bridge. Got it?” “On it Sarge!” they said in unison. Keenan and Morton brushed the rain and hair out of their faces. They saw the approaching horde, a dark blotch on the city. For the first time in days, the group had time to think. The city was in ruins. Was this happening all over the world? Probably. Morton sighed, and put aside his sadness and grief. He would honor his squad’s deaths by killing the zombies. He would get his squad, Keenan, Carl, and Franco included, out of this………crockpot. Keenan tapped his shoulder. “1000 meters and closing Morton. Good luck. If things go sour, Smith picked up a transmission. There’s evac at the Royalty Gardens later tonight. That’s our chance.” he told Morton. Morton contemplated this, rolling it around in his head. “So there are survivors. Royalty Gardens is right behind us isn’t it?” “Yes, it is.” “So if we can’t hold this position, we fall back for evacuation.” “Yes.” “Get ready then, cause the party is about to start.” Morton checked that his guns were fully loaded and that they worked properly. The rest of the men uttered their final prayers. The zombie horde was now 300 meters away. The group had grown over time, probably tripling to 3000 or so. Their moans and growls filled the night air, and Morton swallowed his fear. “Grenades on my mark.” Keenan yelled. Smith and Carl primed theirs. Morton took aim with his shotgun, turning it to the fully automatic setting. The horde shifted and revealed something deadly. The crawlers were here. A snag in their simple mission. “Mark!” Keenan roared. Grenades sailed through the air, incendiaries. They landed behind the front lines, and screamed fire. Tendrils of flame engulfed the horde and crawlers, turning skin to liquid, and bodies to burning husks of flesh. The zombies milled about, confused. More frag grenades exploded in their lines, sending hundreds of body parts into the air. Arms and legs splashed into the dark water. Blood ran in rivulets, soaking the stone. Morton popped up with his shotgun and jammed down on the trigger. Shells flew across the bridge and decimated their ranks. Zombies danced and jigged as they were torn apart by the rounds. Eyes, brains, gristle, and intestines covered the ground like a slaughterhouse. Morton laughed a crazy light in his eyes. “Light ‘em up boys!” Smith yelled. He fired his gun, bullets spraying like a fire hose. Within seconds, dozens of zombies were dead. But they kept on coming. Morton changed mags, dropping the spent one with a clatter against the white stone. The eyes of the zombies reflected in the light, a terrifying sight. The muzzle flash blinded him, but who has to aim when you got millions of targets on your doorstep? Soon, after a bloody advance, the zombies reached the wall. Carl knocked a couple back, and then used his sword to slice off their arms. Franco shoved his pistol in a zombie’s mouth, knocking out half of the blackened teeth. He pulled the trigger with a BANG and the zombie had a plate sized hole in its head. Smith emptied his gun, realized it was out of ammunition. He used it like a club, bashing in zombie heads. Blood spattered his face and it tasted disgusting. He spit it out with a growl and smashed his fist into its forehead, which gave a resounding crack. Keenan threw his knife into a zombie, and shot its face apart as it struggled to reach him. “We cannot hold them!” Franco yelled as he emptied his pistol. “There are too many!” The zombies were breaching the walls now, piles of their dead comrades assisting them. The smell of the dead was overpowering. “Fall back! Fall back! FUCK!” Keenan screamed. The zombies surrounded him, crowding him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and charged towards the edge of the circle of zombies. They shattered under his shoulder as he rammed them. The flailing zombie smashed into the wooden railing of the bridge, then flipped over the side. A splash came shortly after. “Retreat! Fall back! The evac should be here soon!” Morton thundered. The squad pulled back, still firing. Dozens more of the undead were shredded under the onslaught of metal. Hundreds more tore down the barrier, and flooded the bridge. The survivors ran and slid behind the building. “Do it.” Morton nodded. Franco clutched the detonator and pressed it. A sound like thunder tore through the air and white light blinded Morton. Smoke drifted down the street. Franco checked around the corner and whistled. “Holy shit guys.” he whispered. Morton peered around, gun at the ready. All that was left of the horde and bridge was a smoldering crater, splinters, and charred flesh. Smoke rose in curls from the breach. About a quarter of the undead stood on the other side, dumbfounded. The rest floated in the water and lay about on the street, utterly decimated. The zombies were regrouping for another assault; sooner or later they would find a way across for the fresh brains. But for now, they were safe. The Royalty Gardens burned with oily black smoke. Many of the shrubs and grass that once decorated the open field was burnt, and dead. It still made for a good LZ though. Morton and the others did an ammo check. “It’s gonna be at least 20 minutes before the pickup gets here, so I suggest we dig in.” Keenan told them. Morton calculated. “We have enough ammo for 10 minutes of sustained fire, and six grenades. The zombies won’t be easily killed this time. They will surround us…..” 5 minutes later, the group still huddled around in the burnt field. A couple stray zombies had wandered their way, and naturally, the bodies were strewn around, with missing body parts. The worst was yet to come. Morton tossed flares to light up the landing zone. “My senses indicate that there are thousands of hostiles moving in. When is that evac going to get here?” Franco wondered. He clutched his pistol in a death grip, knuckles white. Keenan smoked, perhaps his last cigarette ever. He puffed thoughtfully. “It has been an honor guys.” he said, looking at Morton. Morton nodded and rechecked his ammunition. He had one more mag for the shotgun, and two for his submachine gun. The MMS had long run out of battery, needing a huge power source for charging. Smith shifted nervously, LMG in his hands. It was battered and dented and scuffed, results of days of fighting the undead. The radio crackled on Smith’s jacket. “*static* chopper 168 we are 10 minutes out. I repeat, we are 10 minutes out. Can you *static* that long?” Smith sighed, and clicked the radio. “It’ll be a challenge, you better haul ass over here.” “*static* Affirmative, Macdonald *static* good luck.” A blood curdling shriek went up around in the darkness. The group sprang to their feet, eyes searching the shadows. It was nearly pitch black except for the fires and flares. They glowed and pulsed in Morton’s vision. He was on the breaking point. But weren’t they all? There. The might of the undead. “I got a force of estimated 3000 on my side, how bout you?” Franco yelled. “Same here.” Smith yelled back. Morton looked over the force that he had to face. 3000. A big number. Hell, the whole city and more was probably here as the undead. “The odds are not in our fuckin’ favor for once guys.” Smith whispered. He could barely be heard over the crackle of the fires and the zombie moans. “You son of a bitch, it has been good working with you.” Keenan said, patting his shoulder. The silence was drawn out, only punctuated by the zombies. “*static* 6 minutes. Do you *static*.” the radio crackled. Not that 6 minutes mattered anyways, they could all be dead or run out of ammo by then. Morton emptied his shotgun into the horde as they got close. Bullets pierced more than three zombies deep as the slugs tore through flesh and bone. Blood poured like tears. One hundred zombies went down like puppets, holes in their rotten flesh. Morton hurled his empty shotgun at a zombie like a boomerang, smacking its head and burying itself in the eye socket. There it hung like a grotesque add on. Behind him, Morton could hear the others firing. He didn’t look behind him. The submachine gun emptied next, bullets chattering. The barrel grew red as Morton changed magazines in a second. Hundreds more went down, missing heads and large chunks of flesh. The gun smoked as the magazine clicked empty. Morton pulled out his sidearm without pause and emptied that too. He had downed about 250 zombies so far. The bodies were trampled by thousands more, grass and garbage crunching under rotten feet. Smith did the same, emptying all of his guns. His sidearm kicked in his palm from the recoil as the high caliber bullets smacked into flesh and shattered on impact. A grenade went off, taking down dozens. Pieces of flesh rained down on the battlefield. Legless zombies moaned and crawlers hissed as their prey decimated the undead. Keenan hissed as a hot empty fell on to his exposed ankle. The pain angered him, and he screamed, determined to wipe out as many zombies as he could. They screamed back, it was prey versus predator. Keenan smiled in satisfaction as an obese zombie exploded, red mist coating every zombie around it. Intestines churned and organs were plentiful. Keenan’s gun clacked empty, all of them. “Where’s that fucking evac! We need it NOW!” Franco screamed. He was out of ammo, and chucked a grenade which hit a zombie. It exploded, shrapnel impaling many of the others. A chopper roared into view, the spotlight blinding the zombies. They growled and covered their eyes. Heavy machine guns boomed, and fire ripped through the zombies like rock through wet paper. The smell of blood and rotten flesh was overwhelming. A single man dropped from a ladder, rocket launcher in hand. He fired it with a WHOOSH, and it streaked towards a crowd. The missile exploded, taking a hundred zombies with it. Fire roiled through the crowds, igniting oily rags and clothes. Zombies ran in circles, on fire. They sank to the ground as a charred corpse. The chopper’s auto cannon started its lazy circle, charging up. The hail of bullets suppressed a side of zombies, decimating them by the hundreds. Bullets slammed and screeched and smashed their paths and the zombies continued to charge at the men. The grass was dark red with blood, and the entire garden looked like one big compost bin for spare zombie parts. The chopper couldn’t hold back the thousands more that streamed towards them. “GET THE FUCK ON!” the copilot screamed. He watched as the five men climbed the ladder, with thousands of zombies milling below. They roared, hungry for the brains that lay tantalizingly close. Suddenly, one of the men lost his grip. “Shit! Get him!” the copilot yelled. The next man up tried to grab him, and missed. The soldier fell beneath the grasping hands, and was consumed in an instant. “Get the fuck on! We have no more time!” Macdonald shouted over the chopper. The weary group of four soldiers hauled themselves up on to the seats. They were shaken by grief. They had come this far. They were SO CLOSE to being saved. Tears leaked from one’s eyes as he stared at the ground. Smoke filled the air as the chopper churned above the horde. “Get us out of here. Get us the fuck out now.” the copilot signaled. His eyes gleamed with sadness. Macdonald obliged, and the chopper arced over and away the skyscrapers, the condos, the offices, and the houses. Away from the City Of The Dead.

Ok, mixmaster, just link it and title when you finish. And i am richtofen, just post your link here and the title when your finished, i will put them in thier respective categories

He still goes on though, and hies still active on xbiox

Co inky dink

I will join, if it allows. I am EST, so thats 3:00 for me. I will be on!

Unanswered Questions-The Official Thread Hello all. It has been on my mind for some time that new users, and old ones want to theorize on things but cannot think of anything to theorize on, myself included. This thread is intended to be like a "guide" for users like that, so they can find questions to answer without having to snoop around and such. I will start with some unanswered questions, and everyone who sees this thread, feel free to comment on ones to add and ones to remove, I will then update the page. The thread will be in a list format and change as time goes on. I hope this is successful and it should help everyone. *Note* So if you do make a theory, post the link here, and I will add it under the question so that people may look at it! Who is Pentagon Thief? Harvey Yeana's part in Group 935. What is Group 601. Location of Ascension, Location of Call of the Dead Location of Shi No Numa. Maxis motive in destroying Earth. How Peter was fooled by Richtofen to come in Shi No Numa. Some stuff on Vril Ya's connection in the story. Who sent messages from Illuminati to Richtofen. Why Richtofen left Illuminati. Timeline for some of the maps. How the super soldiers were actually captured. Super Soldier Capture Theories What happened to Sophia. What code Brock and Gary found what they were after in Shangri-La. The true extent of Group 935. Who actually made Perk-a-Colas and Pack-a-Punch machines. Other Useful Things Takeo's Roots and Past Life Shoutout to Matuzz for providing this maybe outdated list!

Thats our job!

This is impossible for me I've tried it before, but I always die :(

The thing that really caught my eye was the SWORD :shock: Wow, imagine cutting through zombies with that! That is a really neat easter egg you plannned up, as well as good description of the map. I think this is fairly possible and perhaps someone should custom map it!

YAY another user!!!! Hi welcome to CoDz im MyLittleHellhound and um yeah. If you want to get to some high rounds try Superhands Master Solo Guide located in General Gameplay (I think that section is new) Any ways, if you have any questions atm just ask em here and chances are we will answer! have fun!

Well what do you want on it? I know someone can do it but he left the site but if you want I will contact him and send it to you..