[b][i]The Orchestra[/i] [/b]
[b] Chapter 0: Intro and Base Events [/b]
[i] February 16th, 2011. The day before infamy...The last day of peace on Garry's Mod. It all started with TnB looking to improve their grip on servers. They couldn't do it without setting forth a small diversion for other roleplay groups to go after. It was quiet simple really... Get Friendly Players to believe HL2 Land had hacked two or more of their admins accounts on the TnB server then use that to start a propaganda war. This on the other hand, backfired. On December 29th, 2010, TnB attempted their plan. Under the names of HL2 Land super admins they hacked four Friendly Player admins. At first the plan was working smoothly... Friendly Players accused HL2 Land, thus created a small arms war in both servers. After a week of fighting both sides created an LUA code through an exploit which allowed them to go through each others server without load times. For the first time in Garry's Mod History... Nuclear War and War of The Servers didn't seem too far from a fantasy anymore.
A massive bombing campaign against both sides of the war proceeded thus sparking interest from other rival groups who were interested in having the code for their own purposes.
Then... It all stopped. Friendly Players and HL2 Land began to realize that TnB had fired the first gun... With that the Treaty of Liape (Li-a-pa) was signed ,and dictated that both sides would call peace with each other but would declare war against TnB... The casualties from the first war ascended over two hundred fifty. Friendly Players and HL2 Land stated, for every casualty caused by TnB's ignorance they would cause five crashes per player. After that was said, a bomber regiment took to the skies and began dropping mass payloads on the TnB homeland... This same sequence would go on for a month while Friendly Players and HL2 Land prepared bug sweps for infantry soldiers ,and vehicles.. The rest of that history... Was only up for the soldiers to decide. [/i]
[b] Chapter 1: Next Exit: Foxhole Village [/b]
As the company awoken to the sounds of exploding artillery shells in the distance all they could do was look out a few yards to see the particles of war. It was one of those mind changing sites of the New World... You could barley see three feet in-front of you but you could still see the glow ,and hear the mic-spams of soldiers crashing in the distance. With the awakening of the company 2nd Lt. Trey began to call out to make sure none of the fire teams soldiers had drowned in their foxholes filled with water...
[b]"Johnny!" [/b]
[b]"Here." [/b] a voice called back
[b]"Louis!"[/b]
[b]"Here." [/b] another voice called back
[b]"Andy!" [/b] no voice called back... [b]"Andy Tillmen!" [/b]
A few steps were taken over to Andy's foxhole by Johnny,[b]"Dead." [/b] Johnny called back before pulling the body of Andy out of the foxhole with his hand swep.
[b]"God damnit..." [/b] the 2nd Lt muttered before slopping his way through the muddy water over to Johnny. [b]"Issac get on radio ,and tell HQ fire team Echo has lost PFC. Andy Tillmen."[/b] after said Trey and Johnny began to dig out a shallow grave for Andy.
[b] "Roger..." [/b] Issac said getting onto the radio, [b]"Wildhorse, come in Wildhorse." [/b] Issac called to the central radio... [i]"Wildhorse, who is this."[i] The radio slowly beeped back, [b]"Wildhorse this is Echo-3, I would like to confirm Echo-6 aka PFC. Andy Tillmen has drowned in his sleep, over." [/b] ... [i]"Roger would you like a reli-ef force?" [/i] as the message was coming through Issac gave a handsign to ask if they should accept the relief force. In a return message Trey whistled once saying yes and then said, [b] "Also ask them to bring more rations ,and ammo." [/b] Trey called out before Issac nodded ,and went back onto the radio by flipping the switch on. [b] "Wildhorse, we ten-four the relief force and request an early Christmas, over." [/b] Issac asked waiting for a response. [i]"Roger. Over ,and out." [/i] The central broadcaster replied before Issac hanged up the phone and the particles of war began to fade with sound of the radio...Only giving a silent hush to the foxholes filled with soldiers. In the distance could be heard a motor of a truck coming to drop off the relief force and supplies.
Then in a blink of a light... Everything that was coming to help them.... Gone.
[b]"Shit! We're under attack!" [/b] Trey called before going back down into his foxhole only too have an SMG bullet strike him in the back of the head crashing him.
[b]"Liutenet!"[/b] called Louis heading over too Trey's body only believing he had been wounded.
[b]"No Louis! Leave him, he's gone,he's gone! Louis! Come back!" [/b] Johnny called out as Louis rushed over to Trey's ragdoll trying to pick him up ,and drag him over to a safer position. Like all heroric attempts though it was met by death when an enemy infantry man from a building near by fired off a few SMG rounds at him. [b] "Son of a-" [/b] Johnny whispeard before he began to return fire on the infantry man who had killed Louis with his slightly modified M14 SWEP.
[b] "Wildhorse we are being over-runned! I repeat, fire team Echo is being over-runned!" [/b] Issac clicked into the radio hoping for the radio operator to send in a gunship or some form of artillery strike. [i] "We are sorta held up over here Echo-3. All aircraft are on other missions ,and all artillery is already being used on positions near by." [/i] After that message went through Issac took his radio and began to use it as cover to hold off enemy gunfire.
[b]"Issac! James! Use your damn grenades ,and get rid of these sons of a bitches!" [/b] Johnny called out before firing more shots at the enemy infantry which was now trying to charge ,and over-run the foxholes. Issac wrapped all his grenades up into one giant ball ,and pulled all of the pins and tossed them at the street which all of the enemies were charging from.
Then...One boom happened ,and then silence...
James slowly lifted himself a little more elevated like ,and looked up the street to see one wounded infantry soldier trying to crawl behind a wooden fence... He brought his SMG too shoulder level and unleashed the rest of his clip into wounded soldier ending the fire fight...
[b] "How much longer will it be before they make another move?" [/b] asked James slowly lowering his SMG.
[b] "If that was their only squad on this street-line probably about ten... maybe twenty minutes.[/b] replied Johnny as he took his time preciously and began to take ammo and small time rations from his dead comrades. [b] "We'll bury the dead later..For now just grab any supplies you can get from the truck ,and our dead squad-mates. [/b] Johnny said before he ran over to the destroyed remains of the supply truck and began to bring over the crates of ammunition ,and rations that were being brought...
[b] "Johnny their isn't any dead bodies or remains around here... Does that mean we might be getting a relief force still?" [/b] James said helping pick up the supply crates.
[b] "We can hope... We can only hope.." [/b] said Issac...
+=+ A month into the future... +=+
"Dear Red Orchestra Units,
This is an automated message from the Garry's Mod Recruitment center. We are requesting that you volunteer your unit to help in the recent policing actions on Dark RP servers. Rewards will be great! If you volunteer you will be granted a server ,and a small sum of cash to divide between your troops.
Recruitment Offices are located in the Facepunch and Sax servers.
Hope to see you see soon,
Garry's Mod Joint Gamer Regiments."
[b]"Hey Issac. You got any plans of rejoining the GMJGR?" [/b] James asked.
[b]"James why in gods name would you want to go back to damn place?" [/b] Issac replied. [b] "Wasn't enough that we lost almost half are unit in one bloody battle?[/b] he stated with a very stern and stubborn voice.
[b]"Pays good though...[/b] James reminded.
[b]"Twenty bucks doesn't pay for thirty-eight guys James... We even lost Johnny..." [/b] Issac said almost on the verge of tears.
[b] "Issac it wasn't your fault man, you tried pulling him back... He just kept going outside our lines." [/b] James said in a reassuring voice.
[b] "That is going to be my reason for not going their and making for damn sure our company doesn't get signed up into it. [/b] Issac said before beginning to clean off his medal he had earned for his valor of keeping the street until another squad was able to reinforce ,and help push the line forward.
[b] "Losing thirty-eight guys... And all we got we're these medals to re-assure that we were there." [/b] Issac said before looking up at the sky and letting his mind fade with time.
[b]Chapter Split... [/b]
[i] The same dream happened last night...[/i]
[b]"It's your fault I'm gone." [/b]
[b]"Cowardly soldier..." [/b]
[i] The same dream... [/i]
[b]"Why couldn't you just pull me down?!" [/b]
[i] It almost plays like a broken record now... But it's something I can't stop... [/i]
[b] Ha-ha! Just a little cowardly child.... [/b]
[i] Now... It's hard to difference the real reality from the false reality... [/i]
[u] Wake up... [/u]
[b]"Ah!"[/b] Issac shouted waking up from a nightmare which had followed him to real reality.. [b]"A nightmare..?"[/b] He questioned himself before looking across his messy room seeing a orange light blinking on the tab bar... [i] This early...? [/i] With the thought in his head he made his way to the computer tripping on a few objects ,but he reached his destination to see the orange blinking icon having the steam icon to the left of the words... 192nd ID - Event. Without hassle he opened the message and began to read an event with the title... Draft. His eyes would only began to take gaze when they listed off the soldiers which would be enlisted with the 31st GID for policing actions in Roleplay servers...
[i] James and I didn't appear on the list... I guess that means were good. Wait... What is this? [/i] He then eyed the last sentence...
[i][b]"Everyone of the 192nd must appear to give farewells ,and good luck to our soldiers... Loading of the transport aircraft will begin at 0700 hours Eastern Time." [/b][/i]
[b] "They want us to do the same thing our commanders did to us before sending us to war... Saying goodbye to condemned men." [/b] He said to himself before logging back into his account at 0200 hours Eastern Time....
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this reads like a rly bad gmod fanfic by a 12 year old sorry...
Meh. It's cool I'm still gonna work on it though.
why dont u pose some ragdolls to go along w/ ur story?
Meh. Posing and I never got along.
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