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I made this thread because the other one disappeared.. And I wanted to type/post this: [I][B]Name: Number 13 (Real name unknown)[/B] [B]Description:[/B] A creature of roughly average Human size, it has claws instead of nails and a bright brow leather-like skin, it's mouth is made out of two tentacles that seem to serve as a feeding mechanism. N. 13 is a cannibalistic and mentally insane meat eating alien recovered during a raid on a "Sa'cre" base, 13 also appears to be of the same species, with exception from it's abnormal strength and reflexes, and has been reported to be able to tear apart a human in seconds before feasting on it, this behaviour is often associated with Sa'cre culture where they "Consume" their fallen enemies. Thirteen's background is unknown, he was found locked in a blood drenched room where he was screaming and yelling and desperately trying to get out, though, he often repeats the words "Must save brother" during sleep, followed by sudden awaking and he will then try to escape the prison cell is he currently locked in and has succeeded 13 times, with each time he made it further through the prison. On interrogation with Thirteen he will often spit or try to pounce at the person closest, showing an increasing instinct to kill.[/I] Interrogations: [QUOTE] [B]Date: May 23rd **** Subject: Thirteen[/B] Agent: Thirteen, is that your real name? 13: [B]*hums a tone*[/B] Agent: [B]*clears throat*[/B] You often mention a "Brother" in your sleep, where is he and why does he nee- [B]*13 starts screaming and trying to break the restraints*[/B] Agent: Thirteen, calm down, CA- [B]*13 breaks loose*[/B] Agent: [B]*Screams*[/B] [B]*13 rips Agent's arm off* *Room is sprayed with sedating gas* *13 keeps humming* *Door breaks*[/B] /End of record/[/QUOTE] [QUOTE] [B]Date: April the 10th [I]****[/I] Subject: Thirteen[/B] Agent: [B]*enters room*[/B] 13: [B]*Hums a tone*[/B] Agent: Hello 13, do you want to talk? 13: [B]*stops humming*[/B] NO. Agent: Shame, we'll have to talk anyway, we need to know where you came from 13: [B]*un-understandable*[/B] [B]*13 is shocked by electricity, 13 screams*[/B] Agent: How about now? 13: [B]*bends his head down*[/B] Agent: Good, Where did you come from? 13: [B]*bends up his head again*[/B] Home. planet. Agent: What planet, where? 13: [B]*starts humming again*[/B] Agent: Thirteen? [B]*13 roars, breaks chains*[/B] Agents: [B]*Screams* [/B] [B]*13 bites his face off*[/B] [B]*Room is gassed and blast doors are sealed*[/B] 13: [B]*coughs*[/B] Must Help Brother, Brother needs help, Humans stupid! [B]*13 falls over*[/B] /End of record/[/QUOTE] [I]Any attempt to find out more about his origins where abandoned as he has now killed 22 Agents, 6 fully armed prison guards, 12 other inmates and the person who was said to steal his toilet paper, though, 13 seems to like the inmate delivering food as has a fondness of giving him gifts made out of bone shaped as humanoid figures with gasmasks.[/I] Sometimes, I get carried away. :v:
heres my half arsed atttempt. name: guy in the army backstory: works in the army, nothing spectacular, what d'ya think this is, Modern warfare 2
I'll go retireve my even worse army background Recon :smug:
[B]Orcs[/B] (no they aren't your crappy wh40k gun weilding ork maniacs): [QUOTE]The Orcs, who once cultivated a quiet Shamanistic society upon the world of Draenor, were corrupted by the chaos magics of the Burning Legion and formed into a voracious, unstoppable Horde. Lured to the world of Azeroth through a dimensional gateway, the Horde was manipulated into waging war against the human nations of Azeroth and Lordaeron. Hoping that the Horde would conquer the mortal armies of Azeroth, the Burning Legion made ready for its final invasion of the unsuspecting world. Now, under the visionary leadership of Thrall, the Orcs have stripped themselves of their demonic influences and stand ready to combat the vile Legion with courage and honor. Using the ancient, Shamanistic magics of their rediscovered culture, the powerful warriors of the Horde will stop at nothing to ensure that they're never used as pawns again.[/QUOTE]
[B]The Scourge of Ka'Mais:[/B] In the 41st millenium, many threats have arisen. One of the foremost of these threats are the ancient terror known as the Necrons. The Necrons have lain dormant beneath planets throughout the known universe for millenia, awaiting the eventual repopulation of it. Their gods, the C'tan, hunger for the souls of the living and use their legions of metal-wrought warriors to harvest them. The Necrons however, are not solely dependant on the C'tan for orders. This is the tale of a Necron Lord, the Necron Lord of Ka'Mais. In the system around the Tau outpost world of Ka'Mais, a fierce battle raged between the space-faring locusts known as the Tyranids and the young technological race, the Tau. The Tau were not equipped to deal with such masses of Tyranids, and they were slowly driven back planet by planet as the minions of the Hive Mind slaughtered countless Fire Warriors and Kroot Carnivores. As the Tau were pushed back to the last surviving planet by the biological monstrosities, the Tyranids approached the only moon of Ka'Mais. On landfall, the underbelly of the planet suddenly began flickering to life. Deep beneath the planet's crater-marked crust, Necron Tombs resumed activity, their Tomb Spyders repairing millenia of damage and neglect in the dark interior. Racks upon racks of limp Warriors soon stirred, detaching and raising their deadly Gauss Rifles once more. As legions of the dark figures emerged from the gates to their inner sanctums, sand covered tomb entrances that were thought to be mountains to the Tau explorers suddenly rumbled and emerged from their veiled entrances. Black monoliths of epic size, inscribed with golden sigils and wards of protection, they jutted out of the barren deserts like harbingers of death. The Tyranid vanguard organisms were instantly alerted to the presence of Necrons, and millons of lesser Gaunts and Synapse Creatures frenziedly swarmed towards the towering structures. As the first ranks of scything Hormagaunts approached the abysmal black gates, Warriors began to appear as they marched soundlessly out onto the soon-to-be battlefield - their gleaming forms approaching the tide of monsters without fear. Terrifyingly huge creatures roared and screeched as the waves of Gaunts charged with a malign intelligence. The Warriors opened fire as they continued to march forward, pale green arcs of lightning-like energy tearing apart the sinewy carapaces of Gaunts like they were but paper before a driving storm. The gaunts piled over each other in frenzied leaps, stabbing and slashing in a flurry of talons and blades as they collapsed onto the Necron ranks. The Necrons hardly budged as several dozen of their comrades were crushed under the sheer weight of squirming bodies, they merely hacked and fired back at the gaunts, leaving torn and dismembered corpses in their wake. The larger Tyranid creatures soon emerged through the waves of skittering Gaunts, Carnifexes bellowed and charged through the wave crushing Gaunts and Warriors alike under their bulk. Massive Scything Talons and waves of Bio-Plasma crippled Warriors as the Carnifexes raged in their gleaming tide. Raking Gauss fire burnt holes and streaks in their massive chitinous carapaces, but it was not enough to bring the beasts down. As dozens more of the Warriors were cut down and rent apart by the bestial wave of Tyranids, more poured forth from the dark edifice of the Tomb. It appeared as though if would be a war of deathly attrition. The battle raged on for the course of four hours as countless corpses piled up in front of the tombs. Walls of chitinous bodies formed an embankment 30 feet high as their bretheren burrowed through and climbed over them. The Necrons continued to fight at a disadvantage, the Tyranids using their own dead as a shield to advance under the barrage of deadly Gauss fire. As each Warrior was torn apart, green energies enveloped its pieces and transported it back into the deep halls of the tomb. Tomb Spyders diligently repaired and refitted the broken Necrons, making them battle ready once more. More sections of the complex and massive Tomb flared with energy as more Warriors awoke to carry out their celestial duty. A cloud of twisted figures blotted out the feeble rays of the nearby sun, a massive swarm of Tyranid Gargoyles and Harpies. They dove towards the tomb, seeking to overwhelm the cold Necrons with their numbers. In response, many floating shapes of Destroyers emerged from the open doors of the entryway. Their platform fused bodies drifted up above the Necron ranks below, and opened fire with rapid blasts of searing green energy from their Gauss Cannons into the leathery mass of winged beasts above. Hundreds of the screeching creatures fell from the sky at once, mangled heaps landing amidst the Tyranid swarm. The Destroyers continued to scythe down the diving horde with their baleful energies until they finally swept into them. Several Destroyers were cut down by the speed and fury of the beasts, others sewpt past them and picked off Warriors below. Soon however, the Immortals emerged from their slumber. Hulking figures carrying Gauss Blasters, the most favored servants of the C'tan walked out amongst their brothers into the fight. The lumbering Carnifexes were no match for the power and destructive force of their weapons, and fell in crashing masses into the ichor-stained sand. The Immortals began to turn the tide of battle, keeping the Tyranids at bay as they continued to relentlessly drive against them. In the deepest chamber of the Tomb, the final systems were activated at last. Deep within a sarcophogus of black metal, the Necron Lord of Ka'Mais awoke. The Lord stood and cast off the covering to his sanctum, revealing his glistening form. He wore a mantle of regal blue, etched with Necrontyr sigils. It emitted a shroud of darkness and despair that would make all but the bravest warrior quail before his might. His breast was adorned with a thick golden carapace of metal that pulsed with green energy within. He reached with a skeletal hand upwards and beckoned his staff. With a flash of energy, a wicked looking Staff of Light appeared. He clasped the staff as it glowed with untold power. He raised it once more and struck the haft against the ground, a wave of spiraling energy enveloping him. With a flash of light, he appeared on the battlefield above. He gazed into the ranks of beasts through his golden death-mask with burning red orbs. He quickly began to march through the ranks of his warriors into the fray, his subordinates quickly parting like a tide. As a trio of Carnifexes spotted the skeletal king, they screamed and charged at him. In response, the Lord glared at them and raised his staff. He swung it at the foremost one, cleaving off its head with one fell stroke as the array of skinning blades whistled and gleamed with purple blood. The headless Carnifex collapsed in a flailing heap as its broodmates continued to charge. The Lord fired a blast of green energy at the second one, blinding and searing one of its eyes. It roared and sidestepped, covering its bleeding face. The third one however, slammed into the Lord and grabbed him at the waist with one of its Crushing Claws. It proceeded to slam the Lord into the ground, stabbing and pummeling it with claws and talons. The body of the magnificent Lord was rent apart and thrown aside, glittering remnants scattered. The Necrons continued to fight with soundless bravado as the Tyranids pressed on. The fragments of the Lord however suddenly quivered and began to reassemble. Sickly energies surrounded the Lord's form as he was reconstructed by a pennant strung around his neck. The Lord rose and raised his staff once more. He marched towards the two Carnifexes and struck them down with cruel sweeps of his staff, stabbing the one responsible for killing him in the jaw and firing the arcs of gauss energy through the blades into the beast's gut. The creature imploded in a spray of Tyranid guts and ichor, plastering nearby Tyranid organisms. The tide of the battle had turned indeed as ranks of Immortals and Destroyers marched with their Lord into the wave of monsters. As thousands more Immortals emerged from their tombs, the Necrons eventually broke free from their defensive front and began to sweep the landscape. Tyranids frantically retreated in the face of this threat and hid. The Lord himself strode at the forefront of the force, exterminating a vast number of the souless creatures. The Hive-Fleet retreated from orbit and fled into the dark depths of space from whence it came. Several hours later, every Tyranid on the planet was exterminated, and waves of small Necron Scarabs swarmed over the battlefield: Breaking down the millions of bodies left behind. The Lord returned to his Tomb and awoke his siblings, the Lesser Lords of Ka'Mais. The Council assembled as the Lord spoke, a rare event for any Necrons: "Slaughter...Murder...Harvest...We Go...Now...". The Lesser Lords acknowledged their superior soundlessly and boarded the newly emerged Tomb-Ships beneath the surface of the planet. The Tau on the main planet of Ka'Mais cheered and reveled that such a turn of events had occured. A race of hidden beings had completely halted the deadly wave of Tyranids and saved their system. The Ethereal Caste leader of the planet made a broadcast at the Moon of Ka'Mais and welcomed their new friends to a feast and celebration of their victory. The Lord of Ka'Mais did not reply, he simply directed his fleet to make planetfall. As the massive crescent shaped ships landed in the Tau Vehicle Pads, a solemn door opened in the shining underbelly of the ship. The Lord of Ka'Mais decended to witness batallions of Fire Warriors saluting his approach. The Ethereals hailed him and welcomed him with open arms. The Lord stood silent, staring at the foolish leaders of this poorly-defended race. At last he spoke, declaring: "...Die..." The Harvest of Ka'Mais took less than 9 hours.
Well i just wrote lots on the squishlings, and my page decided to refresh. Fuck.
Press back? Most browsers store form data.
Yeah, I'd like to hear more about ya Squish's. :v:
Nope it completely wiped it.
:<
Try typing it before hand in notepad or something.. It's what I'm doing right now for my new army peoples. :D
[b]Nations stood against me, for I am his kin.[/b] This is what the first page of the holy book read. The holy book of plants. Dont ask me how they wrote this. Probably did some weird shit to captured guys. I know the ways of these .. psychopat plants. You dont even want to know, really. Ha, I remember how our squad leader, that idiot, got eaten by one of them. He was fucked. It was a horrible sight yet so .. pleasing. To see him die. They've got cruel ways, you know. The plants. They are known for eating, well .. known .. I mean, [b]we[/b] know them, for eating people. Alive. Or do something else to them. They've seemed to develop special telepathic powers, and can control or even speak words into your mind. They make you go insane. And that all due to some [ Random screaming. ] [b]Ooh, what is this?[/b] [Recorder gets destroyed.]
i still think mine is the best
Ok. My Guys are Genetically enhanced. They were made by some scientists on some planet. The records don't say. What they do say is that the planet imploded. They have since tried to colonize but find it impossible. So instead they became peacekeepers. They are the perfect army, without the need to sleep or eat. However they do have personality. For some reason even the clones show signs of individuality. Marine 0127 "Jim" shows this perfectly. With an undesirable lust to kill or maim. However despite this he is a genius who has showed signs of the ability to become an Engineer. Marine [subject] "Sid" however is very different. He is calm, controlling and sensible. However he shows a lack of thought. Nevertheless, the Interstellar Marines are Tough and never tiring. [i]"Perfection is always possible when you can play god"[/i] Quoted from Engineer[Subject] 0134 ----Classified----
[QUOTE=reecematee;20940268]i still think mine is the best[/QUOTE] Just like your chat up line :v:
yep. L:smugdog:
The Book of Firerean, Chapter one, verse one. The gods of man had forsaken their children, leaving them to wither and die. A man nearing his deathbed prayed for help. As if to answer his plea, the flames in his fireplace danced wildly, and out emerged salvation incarnate. The burning being knelt by the dieing man and whispered "I am Heasop, a messenger from the gods" And the man said in his weak voice "You have heard my calls?" Heasop said to the man "Of course, for the Firerean hear all." "C-can you heal me?" As a response, Heasop waved his hand over the man, and his sickness went away. "Tell all you know about us, walk the path of light and you all shall find salvation." "Yes, anything for you, my lord." "I will return in one week, be ready." Bonus pixel art of Heasop. [URL="http://e.imagehost.org/0704/fdgg.png"][IMG]http://e.imagehost.org/0704/fdgg.png[/IMG] [/URL]
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