MyLittleHellhound

sweet story, but can you fix the spelling errors. its a tad hard to read. thanks

back to the future!!!!!!! I guess you couod somehow put it like that eh?

you know,maybe Richtofen doesnt actually care about ghe Third Reich and the Nazis, they are just his gateway to getting all that he wants. Its like using them as an excuse to do his crazy work and also a place for him to get resources. clever bastard he is.

happens liek in my sig. go to deckchairs thing for that it will solv eit i tik

yeah theres a ton of rocks that if u dont have alot of sound, u can press them thinking they r the ones. but no. :D

happened to me too.

Hi, I'm not really sure if this should be in the "Off Topic" part of the site, but does anyone have the sheet music for Elena's song? I just think itd give me something to do when i am not playing zombies. Thanks

sweet ! i did not know that. was this from observation? sweet have a [brains] for ur observation skillz

they kinda look like pointy eared monkey things.....or lemurs or something....

yeah i dont see how a soloer can use pack a punch cuz uhave to step on the plates....

yeah i have the map and the gongs make the noise, u have to find 3 meteors for the song, and i really dont know how to start the easter egg.

she could be referring the the hollow men in this poem, search it up, it could have significance. she talks about hollow eyes and curvy lines...

Welcome to the site , and to find teammates obviousky go to teammate finder! also, ill play with ypu my gt is in signature but if u dont have xbox well then thats gone, but welcome to codz!

well that was what i was trying tp state, that itvwas jutst an intro, but thought it was just kinda funny if that would be real.

Just an observatuon here guys, but have you noticed that when michael rooker is shooting the fake zombies, obviously hes firing blanks right? then he starts shooting live rounds so............ another thing. Michael rookers double barrels (two of em) shoot way more than two shots per shotgun.wassup with that? i know its part of the intro, but just saying :lol:

so i am assuming that the shrieker zombies are the ones that heads like glow or smethng, and the napalm zombie is the fire one.....

sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!

maybe its a random trap or somethhing that changes the terrain or layout of the actual maze thing like in AVP.

the ak woyld fit the map i suppose because of the nungle setting.

you can also see next to word n the left, a monkey with glowing eyes but it looks way more vicious so.......perhaps its a more advanced monkey whichh would equal a new monkey slash dog round

id say put in the AK cuz of the fire rate and plus yeah spectre is not the gratest plus ir sounds like your saying the 74U is jailbait?........

i guess ill just tag along with all the others......i seriously cant see area 51 personell in those clothes, btw there aint jungles, and people found those easter eggs WAY before shangri la or even ascension was announced...

i damn well hope its not george type guy...that dide was a D. ick. and plus, mAybe yeah its a sneaky zombie or something and has special abilitys like jumping and stuff....or its more intelligent than the rest so it can use stuff.....?

The pistol shook in Morton’s hands as he surveyed the trashed “Animal Confinement” room. Nothing left unscathed. All the walls were torn up, papers littered the floor, and smelly and rotting carcasses were thrown around the room. Cages were overturned, and lights flickered, just barely giving Morton something to see by. “Hey, sir, I think you need some shut-eye. I’ll take watch for a while okay?” Smith asked him. “Yeah, see ya in a couple hours then” Morton said wearily. Morton hit the floor and fell asleep immediately. Meanwhile, Franco and Keenan were gathering up ammo and weapons from the other room. “Hey, do you think that we should explore that….passageway?” Franco inquired, jerking his head over to the hole in the wall where the creature disappeared through. “Um……..yeah sure, we don’t want to get caught off guard do we?” Smith accepted. Franco equipped himself with a PSG-1 and a strange pistol he had found in the other room. Smith took, as usual, his M60, as well as a funny looking SMG. Keenan stayed behind to watch and receive. Franco gulped. The passageway looked deep and foreboding, and a steady drip of water echoed through the darkness. “Ah well, I’m going to die soon anyways right? Why not save myself some suffering. As my momma used to say…….” Franco thought. The pair strayed deeper into the passage. “Sh*t, everything f*cking echoes in here, you can’t hear a thing” Smith complained. His dark eyes scanned for danger. Franco’s gun clicked to “ready” position. “Sh*t, I think I saw something….” Smith heard it too. A scratching noise………Smith pulled out his SMG. “Keep going, stay alert, stay alive..” he suggested. Sccrtch.sccrtch. “That noise is driving me crazy….f*ck I wish I had a rainbow pill…” Franco whined. Smith squinted. He could barely make out something about 30 feet in front of him…..until he suddenly went over the edge of a pit. “Sh*t!” The curse echoed throughout the shaft as Smith looked down in horror. Zombies and corpses alike littered the bottom of the elevator shaft as a horrible smell arose. It was the stench of a thousand rotting bodies. And in the middle were about a dozen of those tiger hybrids. Sh*t. “Go back and get the squad, we have to get out of here, double time…..” Smith whispered. Franco nodded and crept back down the passageway. Smith lowered himself onto the ledge as he looked at the tiger things. Scattered throughout the shaft was some big platforms. He assumed these were nests because they certainly looked used. Smith turned back down the passageway in order to escape the smell. If it wasn’t there when he came down, it wouldn’t be there now right? But, as he kept going further back, the stench was still there. “I have a bad feeling about this…..” he thought. A low growl emitted from behind him. Then all went black. “Ugh……….” Smith moaned. It felt like he had been hit with a sledgehammer. F*ck, and the stench wasn’t helping. His eyes opened to a terrible sight. Something was peering at him. No it didn’t have eyes. To his horror, it only had rows upon rows of sharp teeth, and emitted a foul smelling gas. Smith struggled and kicked at his bonds, but they didn’t break. He could only hope that Franco and the others would rescue him from this horror. His surroundings were equally disgusting. Meat hung from hooks that looked like bones. Some of that meat looked to be about maybe 5 years old. The “floor”, if you could be kind enough to describe it like that, was filthy and littered with skulls and bones. The thing crawled away to do some unknown business, leaving Smith to rot in the lair. A few hours later, Smith assumed, the “crawlers” he now determined, carried him out to a platform about 30 feet off the floor. A bunch more gathered around him and they drooled and leaked gas, causing Smith to hack violently and yell out “F*ck you you big fat pieces of smelly sh*t I hope you rot in f*cking hell because when I get the f*ck out of here, your going to pay!!!!!!” The crawlers just ignored him. “This is it then, this is where I die” Smith whispered. He closed his eyes and prepared while the crawler bit down……….. A shot rang out exploding the crawlers head. More shots ripped apart limbs and sent the crawlers scattering for cover. Smith looked up groggily. Sh*t, they really did come back for him! Franco grinned at him as he held up his smoking PSG-1. “Morton told me the whole story, I hope I can snipe as well as Thomas” he challenged. Morton and Keenan appeared at the ledge too. “Fire in the hole!!!!” Morton yelled. Incendiary grenades fluttered down and ignited the corpses, causing the air to fill with oily black smoke. Keenan came down and cut off his bonds. Smith flexed his hands and grinned. He took dual pistols, the funny looking ones, from Keenan, and pulled the triggers. Two small explosives twirled out and detonated with a SCREAM that incinerated the tigers and crawlers with a bang. “Lets get out of here!!!” shouted Franco. He dropped to one knee as he shot through several crawlers causing them to reel back and cower. The group ran back up the shaft and escaped up the tunnel. Franco and Keenan sealed it off with steel beams and other debris, then everyone sat down, exhausted. “Looks like were back were we started off” said Franco, “and Smith, my mom always used to say-curiosity killed the cat”

Franco could be a ex sniper dude so prepare for psg slaughterhouse