[QUOTE=Jemminaag;27876673]it is not a crime to type without capital letters[/QUOTE]
In a game based on narrative It might as well be. You realise you should have some parental controls on your vtech or you might be scarred.
Declare then.
[QUOTE=Jamesness2;27894377]In a game based on narrative It might as well be. You realise you should have some parental controls on your vtech or you might be scarred.[/QUOTE]
(note how i type properly when it comes time to)
[editline]6th February 2011[/editline]
Creed?
Ok, here it comes.
[QUOTE=Jamesness2;27894377]In a game based on narrative [b]It[/b] might as well be. You realise you should have some parental controls on your vtech or you might be scarred.[/QUOTE]
Just felt like pointing that out
[img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/Ginria4.png[/img]
[b]The low flyer's open fire on the hostiles ahead, there HUD's highlighting anything thats not already identified as a friendly. They pick up speed, allowing them to reach the shore in moments.
A solider on the emplacement is stuck in the thigh be the soaring fodder above.
Gin's squad keep up there pace, moving there fire on the railgunners below. Gin's wrist opens up, firing the rocket towards the bunker. If he could grin right now, he probably would.
The rounds fired by the bots are traveling much faster then they are, zipping overhead.[/b]
Sorry, no posts from me today.
Awwh... come on.
[QUOTE=Metal Chao;27897090]Just felt like pointing that out[/QUOTE]
Damn....
dental clair
[editline]6th February 2011[/editline]
[img]http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/4083/northerndicks.png[/img]
The M2's gunner adjust his aim upwards towards the craft, and lets loose a burst.
The SF on top awaits his death as he notices the rocket going straight for him.
apache flies and stuff
[editline]6th February 2011[/editline]
wow fuck image shack
[editline]6th February 2011[/editline]
fixxe
I can't declare now because I've got to go to sleep, but I'll do it tomorrow when I get home from school.
Same from me.
sleep faster
[img]http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/4083/northerndicks.png[/img]
The landing crafts advance.
declare
[editline]7th February 2011[/editline]
[IMG]http://img831.imageshack.us/img831/4083/northerndicks.png[/IMG]
The robot continues firing into the sky ahead of the approaching infantry, while the railgun artillery farthest to the rear readies to fire.
Declare.
[img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/Ginria8.png[/img]
[b]Ignorant to the ground fire, a Squadie is hit directly in the face plate, penetrating. His skull his shattered and fluid is spluttered up into the air. With a quick and messy end, his suits systems don't register anything wrong causing his corpse to spin out of control!
Evasive maneuvers are taken not to collide with the suit.
The rocket guides itself into the bunker, followed by a distinctive light hued explosion. - A snide snigger fizzles over the Midas Vox-Net.
Continuing with the frontal assault, a suit readies itself to tackle an unresponsive foe.
_
A 3 inch flechette Ricochets off the helmet of the man in the house.
A 'Rail Gunner' is hit in the shoulder with a flechette from Gin's squad.
A flechette plunges itself into a jetties defenders leg.
Fire continues as normal.[/b]
Sicklare
[editline]7th February 2011[/editline]
[img]http://www.zimg.eu/i/2333745191[/img]
[i] Sensing a opportunity, and crazed at the loss of his Junker comrade, the trooper rips out his combat knife and pounces on the giant of a man in front of him ,and cuts his throat open. He revels in the spray of gore that envelopes him.[/i]
[b][i]They[/b][/i]
[b][i]Will[/b][/i]
[u][b][i]Pay[/i][/b][/u]
[i] Meanwhile, the dropship spirals towards the town. Its pilot a legless gimp full of bloody holes. [/i]
So much for that declare, eh hobbesy?
I declared above Creeding's post, we got out early that day.
Declare.
[editline]9th February 2011[/editline]
[img]http://www.zimg.eu/i/1196052357[/img]
[I]The rail guns open fire, their bullets smashing into one of the flying beasts above. Meanwhile, on the ground, the commander, after having his helmet scraped by bullets, jumped down and ordered his men to take cover in the building - due to the falling metal abomination of the sky.[/I]
I'm surprised this died so quickly...
[QUOTE=creeding;27955866]I'm surprised this died so quickly...[/QUOTE]
Thanks for killing it creeding.
Im not even sure you can call matches like this dead.
[editline]9th February 2011[/editline]
Oh, sorry Hobbesy :v:
Well people arn't posting. Eg, the guy on the docks/ behind the Bots.
I was going to remove him.
who me?
or the other dude
[editline]9th February 2011[/editline]
uhh
dECLARE aha ha ha
hahaha
please 2 meet you
hope you guessed my name
bet whats puzzling you is the nature of my game
[editline]9th February 2011[/editline]
[img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/northerndicks5.png[/img]
In his final act of defiance, the SF on the roof stands on his head in the crouched position
he showed those bastards
Meanwhile a Hind with some ~xXreinfor*cementsXx~ comes in.
The other guy.
figured, he probably hasn't even looked at the thread once since he posted
Sorry guys for being away for so long.
Declare.
[editline]10th February 2011[/editline]
[img]http://i.cubeupload.com/nJKwHh.png[/img]
[i]The BAR gunner ran out of blood and died.
The shotgunner starts running to another building.[/i]
I'll set up a little base in this here cave if no-one minds.
Declare.
[img]http://i.cubeupload.com/iXyUie.png[/img]
A small force of the Crimsons begin warping in via their long-range deployment teleporter back at headquarters. In the force (Left to right) is a minicoper carrying a toolkit, (soldier inside really has to make himself into the shape of a soccer ball!) an engineer, a soldier from the Royal S.A.S. and a commando.
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