MyLittleHellhound

Um no as far as I know the game only restarts when you make the body hanging in the starting room go all wacky.... thats really weird

Hey guys, another story from MyLittleHellhound here! It is just a short story, but if it gets good, then I might continue it. I am just writing because I'm just loafing around today. I'll probably turn this into a really good story, not as long as Stadt Der Untoten, but definitely not as short as just one update. Here is the first part! Enjoy! Shiny black boots splashed in the puddle of water and mud. They glistened like eels. Tropical storms had ravaged most of the island, showering the gun metal grey building with dirt, water, and broken sticks. "Bring the prisoner." the voice rasped. The guards wrestled the man out of a truck parked nearby. He struggled momentarily, and then relaxed. His breath was loud and ragged. One of the guards punched him in the gut, causing the prisoner to double over. "Fuck you." he managed to gasp. The guard raised his truncheon for another blow, ready to crack it on the skull of this arrogant fool who- "STOP" the voice growled. "Bring him inside." The guard stopped, arm halfway through the air, truncheon raised. "But sir this pris-" he was cut mid syllable literally. The stump of his arm was all that remained. The severed hand was still clutching the truncheon, twitching on the muddy concrete. "What did I say? I told you so." the voice chuckled. The man pulled out a World War 2-era pistol, a Luger. He shot him in the head, and shot the other guard in the kneecaps, paying almost no attention to the screams of agony. The man strode over and pulled the prisoner roughly to his feet. He cut the bonds, and gestured towards the door. "Go." The prisoner nodded and stumbled towards the entrance. He knew there was no where to go, and if he ran, if he was even in a state to run........he would end up like the guards. The door swung open as if it was expecting him. The two men descended, passing security checkpoints and auto-turrets built into the ceiling. They tracked the prisoner, clicking and whirring. Guards stood silent, like statues, beside every doorway. The air was clean at least, and it was air conditioned here. Good. The men descended a staircase for at least 15 minutes. They must have the cells deep down. "Go, into that cell. Don't try to escape." the man rasped. His voice was like tires on gravel. The prisoner stumbled in and the door clanged shut. Mechanised locks clicked and he was trapped. Trapped in an eight by eight cell, with a single bench. The sound clacking boots dissipated back up the stairs. Die Weltanschauung Prison. Constructed in 1946 for dangerous criminals. It contained everything from rogue authority to pro wrestlers gone bad. The facility was known for its great treatment of prisoners, as long as they didn't try to escape or fight. The prison was located on an isolated island, the nearest land 20 miles away across raging waters. The island itself was wild jungle and volcanic rock. As a bonus, it contained a sealed up shrine that they'd discovered when scouting. No one knew how to open it, or even bother going in. The island was quiet, thank god, and there was no where to go. Hell, besides the prisoners and guards, no one even knew this place existed. Except for maybe the governments of the world. For a prison on an island, it was well defended, on the interior and exterior. All around the island, there were anti-personnel as well as vehicle mines in the shallow water. These would rip you apart if the sharks didn't first. There were also ballistic missile launchers, contained underground, that would be ready to fire. A single anti-tank gun, automated, swivelled on the mountain, looking for hostile forces. All of this for a single grey building in the middle of the island. Inside was a different story. There were at least 50 guards on the top floor, if not more, every single hour. Not one corner of a room went unseen by high-definition cameras. Auto-turrets stood in every hallway, ready to fire at the escapees. They also had 5 Attack Choppers, fueled and ready to go. Bombers with napalm stood on call, and Predator Drones circled the perimeter. The trained guards sported Kevlar Battle Armour, and had a vast array of weaponry from chemical grenades to flamethrowers to LMGs. They all had at least 2 submachine guns housed on their armour. The base had a self detonating button which would obliterate the whole island, effectively wiping out everything and everyone on it. This is why no one escaped. The ultimate prison for the damned.

Obviously RICHTOFEN CAUSE HES CRAZZZYYYYYY :twisted:

Congrats on your 200th! If you get there, the 1000th post is a special one. Make them count!

I would like to try that but sadly im on xbox. :D

So would this person possibly be Sophia? nice theory just realized the connection HOW WE NOT HEAR IT

WOW. Very good post. Nice stuff you have there. I just learned.

The shape of the face looks similar. I still do not see after hours of thought of how it would relate to the story haha but cool find!

Damn dirty apes! Anyways, welcome back, I recall your prescence here!

Um I think it's around 21-24 kills and a couple minutes

I'm pretty sure that's Japanese.

As long as you don't insult it, il be fine with ya. it's the people who openly disrespect it that I don't like.

Yup I'm 99 percent male. Korean Pop is awesome IMO haha.

:D Sounds like an intense idea, may come in black ops 2

Welcome t the ate I saw a couple of your posts already! Your off to a good start

if you think british is hard to understand try Chinese LOL hey welcome to the site! Enjoy yourstay mister !

UYay another new member! Welcome to the site! Have fun yo hope to see you around! YAYAYAYAYASDFASDFASDFASDF

Well thats how we find things Atzi!

Ive been awaiting these updates! Glad to see that you oblige! This is a great story with original , well unique stuff

:o Another awesome post by Ehjookayted! Well son, (haha) you did good out there. Now go hit the showers! [brains] [brains]

I try to shoot off body parts certain ones so that I can recognize them as family! Then we play house :twisted:

If they had the Makarov it would be better then all of them, becuase apparently it held the most powerful ammunition that a pistol of its size (or any) could take

Fetch me their souls- thatd be a cool one!

I know I seem like one of the only people on this thread- I pretty muich am stalking you This hcapter was Awesopme! Lots of fighting!

I tend to just have a better time on maps with more greens and reds. I dont know why but it seems like zombies to me isnt just dark places and grey walls. Its like shrubs, fire, everything, such as Verrukt and Shi No Numa