ZombieOfTheDead

If you haven't seen them, my two threads on old maps being improved Classic Maps 3.0 Black Ops Maps 2.0 If Treyarch actually reads our suggestions, please take these into consideration.

Can anyone say, Mummy zombies? This, and a water map would be cool. I'd always love another snow map though (CotD wasn't quite the snow map I was hoping for).

Chapter 5: The Ray Gun, and a shit ton of luck “Seriously, is this some kind of joke? It’s a freakin toy gun! What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” Smokey walked angrily out of the “help” room, into the main room. Fueled with range, he threw the gun at the window by the jail-like bars. It accidently shot. A donut shaped blast fired from the gun, flying directly at the german truck parked outside. The truck blew up, with Smokey in awe. “Holy shit balls. There is a god after all!” he ran back to pick the alien-like gun up, carefully this time. “Hello Mr. Spaceman gun, could we just forget about me throwing you a second ago? I promise you it was a complete misunderstanding! I thought I saw a zombie, and…um…” Smokey was then slapped by Dempsey. “Get a hold of yourself, man. The damn gun isn’t alive… but it is kick ass none the less,” Dempsey told Smokey. “It seems we might actually make it out of here alive then!” Dempsey then thought about the marine’s next move. Hmmm, it seems as if there are more coming by the minute. We got that crazy new alien gun, and even a flamethrower, but…. it’s not enough. Dempsey sat in deep though, considering his options. Ok, the area we’re in is working now… but soon it’s just gonna get too hectic. We might have to try going upstairs. Ammo isn’t so great either, there is the box of course, and there are bound to be more weapons upstairs… He decided. Upstairs was definitely the best current option they had. He told the rest of the group about his plan. “But wait, we’ve been holding out well here! Why now? Why not later?” Smokey asked, “After all, I have this… ray gun.” He smiled at the name. The perfect name for it, he thought. Dempsey sighed, annoyed that Smokey didn’t know the first thing about tactics. “Smokey, aside from your Ray Gun, and Sanders flamethrower, the rest of us aren’t doing so great on ammo. I bet my life there are more weapons upstairs. Not to mention, we might find a better area to defend. If we fail, we could always just re-block the staircase. It’s not that hard.” Dempsey explained, to which Smokey finally understood. “Fine, let’s go. John and I will move the couch and everything blocking it,” Smokey replied. John just groaned, clearing not liking that he was forcibly volunteered for moving something heavy. Together, John and Smokey walked up the “help” room’s stairs. The couch was impossible to slide forwards, so they ended up lifting it up, much to John’s dismay. “Oh… my… god,” Dempsey said as they moved the couch, revealing another chalk outline. “It’s… It’s…” He ran as fast as he could up the stairs, touching the center of the outline, and picked it the gun up off the ground. His heart was pumping. “The BAR,” Chuck said, finishing what Dempsey could not say. “Your favorite weapon, am I not correct, Tank?” Dempsey nodded, with glee. With this, he knew he would be unstoppable. He didn’t even notice the weakening effects that the outlines usually gave. The marines went upstairs. They found another outline near a window, this time an M1897 Trench Gun. Dempsey grabbed this off the wall as well, tossing the double barrel to John. “Seems like my luck just keeps getting better and better. My two favorite guns! What are the chances?” Surveying the area, they went to the end of the room facing the top of the staircase. There was a lookout there, a perfect spot to find incoming hordes. There was a lone window to the left of it, and outside they saw their B-17, still burning strong. The hanging body of the pilot, the one who bought the marines valuable time, was still there. He barely looked the same. A wave of sadness came over Sanders. Even Dempsey felt a little disheartened at the site of that poor man, hanging over the plane by his leg. He made a gesture to move away from the site. On the other end of the room, there seemed to be a perfect area to stay in. It overlooked the area with all the trucks, a place perfect for a lookout. On the other side was a window. Dempsey decided it was the perfect area. “Yep, this place is perfect. Now, all of you, John, Smokey, Sanders, and Chuck even. Get a weapon from the box. We’re going to need all the help we can get.” John went first. He had an empty MP40 and the double barrel Dempsey had given him. From the box he obtained the M1919 Browning Machine Gun. “Oh fuck yes! We’re getting all the luck today!” he exclaimed. He left his old MP40, and ran back upstairs. Chuck went next. He got a .357 Magnum. “Perfect,” he said, with true sincerity. He specialized in pistols, they were light and easy to use. Medics didn’t really require heavy weapons after all. Smokey went after. He didn’t really care for another weapon, but went anyways because he only had ammo for the Ray Gun. He got a Panzerschrek, a German anti-tank weapon. Smokey smiled. Two freakin anti armor weapons, and this one will take out hordes nicely. He decided to use the Panzer only when there was no hope left. David went last. Receiving an MG42 from the box, he was overjoyed. He replaced his Thompson for it, and went upstairs. Regrouping upstairs, they discussed tactics. It was settled. Dempsey would stay in the main room on the first floor, while Sanders would be lookout alongside Chuck in the current room. They removed the rubble from the blocked staircase there for easier access. Smokey would be lookout on the other side of the upstairs. Finally, John would join Dempsey downstairs. They all knew what they had to do. To survive, they would have to go all out. They would have to fight until they were completely undone. In this night of the undead, the only way to survive is to use tactics of true American Marines. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Drunk Russian: Subject One August 8th, 1945 Berlin, Germany In the war torn city of Berlin, the Soviets reigned victory over Germany. For months, they had celebrated at the glory they had brought to their motherland. No surviving Nazi should be left alive, and all was good. “Heh, why should I celebrate?” one Russian, patrolling the empty streets pondered for a moment, “My fucking cousin died trying to carry our flag to the top. Poor bastard. Third degree burns. Not to mention I don’t even have a nice place in the government anymore.” He took a long sip of vodka. Over his standard soviet hat, he wore a headscarf, just like his cousin, Chernov. Complete opposites in personality, they were. One, a pacifist, the other, a complete stereotypical Russian drunk. Drowning out his sorrows, he continued on his patrol. “Damn, I hope I can just go home to wife again. That way I can take angry on her!” the Russian had a long history of killing his wives. He moved up in political rank by marrying. He wasn’t discovered until his fifth wife had tragically died. He tried making an excuse, that she had simply died from “cleaning” his axe with her neck. Stalin, who had actually been afraid of this Russian, sent him to the front lines in the war. He’d been wanting to do that for years, but had no excuse to do so, until now. The Russian took another swig of vodka. When he finished, he noticed, even through his drunken blurry eyes, a shadowy figure. “Who the fuck are you?” More importantly, do you have any vodka?” The figure didn’t answer. “Oh, I see, one of them quiet types, eh? Well then, how about this?” He aimed his PPSh-41 at the figure. “Are you gonna give me your fuckin vodka now?” Still no reply. From the alleys, he heard some shuffling. Turning around, he was grabbed by two more figures. Nazis. Of course, the Russian was too drunk to notice that fact. He dropped his vodka, the bottle breaking on impact. The Russian stopped struggling, hearing the impact. His eyes narrowed. He turned to his attackers. “You. Did. Fucking. Not. NO ONE HURTS MY VODKA!” He drunkenly punched, but ferociously at that, hitting his first assailant, even knocking him out cold. He just stared at his second assailant. The attacker took one look at him. Then at his friend. Then at the Russian again. He turned around and bolted. “That’s what I fucking thought.” He turned around, only to be his with a lead pipe. He was knocked out cold. The shadowy man had identified his target. “Nikolai Belinski. Supposed Russian that even Stalin himself is afraid of. Murderer of at least five wives, and a drunk. Our first test subject.” The man grinned. His sadistic nature unparalleled. He was “the Doctor.” “Quite a useless bunch of Nazis, it seems,” the Doctor remarked at the unconscious attacker. “Oh well. We’ll just see how this subject goes. For all we know, this could be quite interesting.” With a maniacal laugh, he drags Nikolai into his truck, restraining him, and begins the long journey back into Poland. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ So that's that. Sorry this took so long. First off, I was sick, and became disinterested. I also became... preoccupied with other things. I actually started this a week or so ago, but I completely rewrote it, because the previous draft I had was too cheesy. Anyways, this chapter was basically setting up what I have planned for the next few. I'm kinda trying to speed it along so I can get to verruckt. Also, Nikolai gets his very own short story! The only one he will ever have, unless I decide to make backstory stories for all of the characters. For now, this is the first non marine entry. I may have several other mini chapters involving Richtofen before verruckt and the special story I have planned for Takeo. Finally, thank you all for reading this! Seriously, didn't think so many people were reading it. If you are currently reading this, but haven't posted, please do! I'm interested to see who else reads this.

The 115 didn't give him that personality.... He had it before. READ BIOS PEOPLE.

You.... you've got it wrong. First off, Sam went into the MPD, and thus gained the voices from just being in there. Maxis wanted to prevent people from suffering. That seems to be "improving the human condition" from my standpoint. And basically what Bus driver said Not to mention, he basically WANTS to kill the rest of the crew afterwards, even though all of them helped him. He even liked Nikolai, but still wants to kill him. That doesn't seem very "good" to me.

What makes you think that? He isn't acting like a robot/zombie. He HAS free will. He WANTS to do this. The thought may have been implemented in him, but he truly is an evil man.

But then, with that knowledge, he grew insane, which eventually made him evil. No matter what you think, he is evil. Everything that he intends is evil. Even beforehand, he was not good, I mean look at his bio! Even the other characters, all of whom have done at least one evil deed, aren't nearly as bad as him.

Not going to argue... but Der Riese is basically the model for BO zombies. Also, I want to add KAZ, SNN and Verruckt are INSANELY hard on WaW, Co Op anyways. Most people don't get much further than 20 on those, same with Nacht. So if want hard maps, go for those. Der Riese is great too, I'm just saying it's pretty much the same as BO zombies with WaW mechanics. Oh, and solo is kind of a joke in WaW....

WaW maps. Der Riese is kinda like the BO maps, so I wouldn't recommend that. SNN and Verruckt, on the other hand, are way different from any BO map.

That's an interesting theory you've got thar sir. TBH, I always thought the stuff with the devil, etc just kinda had no point. This explanation actually makes it seem plausible to me. [brains] for an awesome theory.

Only if they land funny, or are in a funny position. Otherwise, it matters not to me.

The windmilling isn't bad about it. You just have to avoid the zombies more. The REAL bad part is the zombies kinda grab you, and it's hard to get away from them. Juggernog is not weaker. That is a total lie. You can't really kite in WaW (which makes it cool), but honestly there isn't a huge difference aside from some improvements in BO, like dive to prone, moving while downed, etc. So, ya. I don't think one is really better than the other.

Your name seems familiar... Welcome back, for one. For two, Carbon is getting a job at treyarch, meaning he won't be able to come on this site and talk with us often.

Given that there is different pop music in every country, yeah.

Lol, K-pop is ALOT different from american pop. It's actually good.

That's why I'm saying basically make it for the most mysterious maps, the ones we can't really place how they got there, not to mention they could actually provide us with a deeper story. The comic book style didn't even appear until Black ops. Besides, they could put the comic books in Multiplayer, and Cutscenes for single player. The ones that we DO know about, don't need a cutscene however.

Okay, I just used the famas for a few games again, and realized that I'm pretty BA with it. However, I still don't think it's overpowered, just a really good gun. Now, the AK74u with rapid fire, THAT is overpowered. I was killing people SOOO quickly, and ended up with 2 games in a row with over 45 kills (this is domination, my average is usually 20-30 kills). It sorta evens out on bigger maps, though. Also, why does everyone want to nerf the knife? I love using it. Sure, it's no fun getting killed by it, but killing with it is another story.

25-30 On Der Riese and Black ops maps. If you go higher than that, then you are amazing. I'm not counting solo on this.

These are great ideas. Seriously, I might actually buy double tap, because it will finally have a use again!

I guess we'll have to agree to disagree on that... I never liked how they did any of that stuff. I think it was more of a test than anything else, and in my eyes, it failed. Sure, it's better than no maps, but it just doesn't give the same old feeling of fun like before. That's what annoys me.

I'd say a combo of Tank and Takeo. They both know how to lead. Samantha will just tell them where to go. And we all know Nikolai's just the funny guy....

I just pray to god they don't screw them up as badly... The only one of the classics in BO that felt like it was similar to the original was Der Riese.

Well, fun>realism, but I know what you mean. Shotguns would also have a much bigger range.

Yeah, Takeo's the hero. Though I think they might even this out with Samantha (more of an anti hero), as well as Tank in the next game. Nikolai's just kinda the guy who does nothing, but makes everyone else laugh. Anyways, I DO love this post. You are a first class writer, Ehjookayted.

Yes and no. I like that when it's randomized, you get variety. Maybe in solo or private matches only?