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ghosty wrote:Why not now :?

Busy now.

Concerning Santa and his presence of delivering presents in this world.



A great comic btw.

I'm confused as to how we still haven't received our event.

Its been two days since the last part of our event, and now you say 'till Wednesday.

Patrick stands in his ready stance, waiting for the biker to get up, trapped in time.

Karon wrote:I'm confused as to how we still haven't received our event.

Its been two days since the last part of our event, and now you say 'till Wednesday.

Patrick stands in his ready stance, waiting for the biker to get up, trapped in time.

Hell..I'm not only trapped in time...I'm in a time loop,as my character is actually two places at once...squared off ready to fight yours...and also six hours later back at the commune.

@ Dark..I do understand that "life happens"...but leaving us on standby for several days...

I know, I know, and I do apologize to you guys. However, first week of term is always a bitch.

Im not saying anything.

Then I will say it...

It's kind of ironic that you are saying you don't have time, yet if you would have used the time to reply to this thread several small times into one large post, you could have the event done with.

P.S.
The whole RP is on hold until you finish the event. Just saying bro.

Actually, just Tomb and Patrick(?) are stuck in time.

Hell, we could have an all out war while those two are stuck in time in fact, I think Halon's going to go on a rampage in his tank(s).

IC: Halon couldn't think of anything to do at the moment. He was still a little mad about the russian APC's sitting in the road and decided to let out his anger by listening to the russians on the radio and joining in whenever he heard one of them yelling at the other. They usually didn't catch on until he messed up with some conjugation or whatever little piece of grammar he would forget to use.

It was going fine until he heard that one of them had head from another one that they had seen an american tank.

"From who?" Russian 1 said.

"Mikhail" Russian 2 said.

"The tanker?" Russian 1 replied.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Russian 2 asked.

"He's a drunk!" Russian 1 said almost laughing.

"Yeah, he's an idiot." Halon joined in.

There was a short period of silence.

"You know..." Russian 2 began "Mikhail said that the guy in the tank yelled at him in russian, something like 'stay still'.".

"How many americans knew russian before this whole thing?" Russian 1 started.

"Probably not a lot." Russian 2 said

"And how many americans are alive now?" Russian 1 asked.

"Probably not a lot." Russian 2 replied like he was just told santa doesn't exist.

"Yes, and if Mikhail is an idiot who likes bars and not many americas speak russian..." Halon said joining in.

"Wait," russian 1 said quickly, "hey Fyodor, can't wait for dedovshchina right?" Russian 1 said.

"Not really no." Russian 2 replied.

"That's because you're gay." Russian 1 said.

"Yeah, how can you not like that?" Halon said.

There was another bit of silence.

"Fyodor, I guess Mikhail was right after all." Russian 1 said again.

With that Halon quickly turned off the radio.
.................
"So, we have possible foreign intelligence listening in on our radio transmissions?" the CO asked.

"Yes sir, if not intelligence then somebody else foreign." Russian 1 replied.

"And the reports of the american tank?" the CO continued as if he was listening to a storybook being read to him.

"Probably accurate after all." Russian 1 stated

"Okay then, leave me and you did good." the CO said while russian 1 left his small temporary office.

The CO knew he had some calls to make, enough to warrant a quick drink.

jp400 wrote:Then I will say it...

It's kind of ironic that you are saying you don't have time, yet if you would have used the time to reply to this thread several small times into one large post, you could have the event done with.

P.S.
The whole RP is on hold until you finish the event. Just saying bro.

Oh, the bluntness of this post is simply beautiful.

Aye, now after I have had the chance to sober up abit, I wonder if I should re-word it to make more sense.

LoL!

Player Event - Part Three

Tombstone tried a right hook, but the stranger dodged it and counter-attacked, grapping Tombstone's right with his left, and punching Tombstone in the face with his free hand. The man was strong, but not as strong as Tombstone - if only he could get a hit..
Tombstone blocked a follow-up punch, and stepped inside his opponants' guard and powering his left knee into the mans' stomach. While his foe was winded, Tombstone got him in a strong headlock, choking the man to death.

Patrick knew he couldn't break out of this headlock through brute strength - his opponant had that - but he could use cunning. But how? How would he escape? The seconds were passing by; tick tock tick tock tick..but wait! What was that? A flash of silver? He thrust a hand inside the bikers' jacket and retrieved a silver switch blade. Before the other man realised what had happened, Patrick had opened the blade up and stabbed it into the arm around his neck; the man recoiled in pain and surprise, giving Patrick the chance he needed to escape. He twisted free of the bikers' grip and delivered a powerful kick to his stomach, before delivering a series of brutal punches. Just when he was about to throw a left hook, the biker suddenly charged forward; Patrick's swing flying over the other mans' head as he crashed into him. The initial headbutt knocked the wind out of him, but the biker kept charging forward, eventually slamming Patrick into the damaged hummer.

Tombstone finally had a grip on this fether, and delivered an unstoppable punch to the mans' face with his left fist.
"I," Tombstone began, "am gonna see you die you piece of gak," he whispered sinisterly.

Patrick felt blood trickling down his face from his forehead. Time seemed to slow. The biker had him pinned. How to escape this time? He wondered. He then remembered the open door on the vehicle he was pinned up against. As the biker prepared to gut him with the switch-blade, he slammed the door into the bikers wounded arm, and he grunted in pain. Patrick slipped backwards into the hummer and then climbed lithely out of the sunroof. The biker looked up, perhaps wondering how or why what had just happened had. He kicked the biker in the face, sending him crashing to the floor. Sure, I could kill him, he thought, but that would be too easy..

Tombstone tasted blood in his mouth, and the whole world was spinning. He managed to focus on the other man, just for a few moments before he blacked out.
"The name's Patrick Syzlak," he said quietly, "and don't you forget it." Then the man just turned and slowly walked away. Tombstone saw a few other bikers trying to confront this "Patrick" before his world faded into darkness.



Tombstone opened his eyes as the medicine man came out of the medical room. "How is it?" he asked apprehensively. "Well, she's alive," the Medicine Man replied, "but I'm afraid she'll never walk again.. her spine got hit.."

But Tombstone was no longer listening. He was already through the door and rushing towards his lover.



Hope you enjoyed!

edit: Btw, Daisy is now paralysed(sp?) except for her head, and both Tombstone and Daisy are pretty knocked up. Tombstone won't be doing much for awhile.. and quite a few nameless bikers have died.. plus the loot got knicked by Patrick.

See, that's why it takes a while for the guy in charge to do his events. Simple little posts that say "busy now" would have to be spammed 1,000+ times to equal the amount of time it takes to think, write, and revise something like that.

Also, I thought we were saving that stuff for the OT thread?

halonachos wrote:See, that's why it takes a while for the guy in charge to do his events. Simple little posts that say "busy now" would have to be spammed 1,000+ times to equal the amount of time it takes to think, write, and revise something like that.

Also, I thought we were saving that stuff for the OT thread?

I made that thread redundant.

Edit: And thank you, Halon, for seeing sense.

OOC:

Nicely done Dark...worth the wait.
I can't say I'm particular pleased with poor little Daisies condition,but I'm sure old Tombstone will do the right thing...I'm also sure he'll be out for blood as soon as he's able.

On a side note concerning Patrick " Knicking the loot"/killing a half dozen well armed bikers...unless Patrick is related to the Terminator and Mandrake the Magician,It's a bit difficult to believe he dispatched several bikers and then managed to drive away in 3 Hummers and 3 big rigs at the same time.

FITZZ wrote: OOC:

Nicely done Dark...worth the wait.
I can't say I'm particular pleased with poor little Daisies condition,but I'm sure old Tombstone will do the right thing...I'm also sure he'll be out for blood as soon as he's able.

On a side note concerning Patrick " Knicking the loot"/killing a half dozen well armed bikers...unless Patrick is related to the Terminator and Mandrake the Magician,It's a bit difficult to believe he dispatched several bikers and then managed to drive away in 3 Hummers and 3 big rigs at the same time.

By "loot" I mean weapons, food, fuel.. etc. I doubt he's interested in all those vehicles. Plus he's an expert in hand-to-hand and is ex-SAS (I think.)

I don't know Fitzz, we've had crazier happen. His name was Bonzo and he magically teleported into Halon's spot when the battle bus got rolled over. I'm not complaining, but shizzle happens.

Actually, he says SAF, which I think is swedish air force due to his rifle also being swedish. Don't know for sure though, SAF can mean a lot of things.

Special Assault Force perhaps?

halonachos wrote:I don't know Fitzz, we've had crazier happen. His name was Bonzo and he magically teleported into Halon's spot when the battle bus got rolled over. I'm not complaining, but shizzle happens.

True enough...I'll post an RP up later...once I decide how I want to play this out.

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:I don't know Fitzz, we've had crazier happen. His name was Bonzo and he magically teleported into Halon's spot when the battle bus got rolled over. I'm not complaining, but shizzle happens.

True enough...I'll post an RP up later...once I decide how I want to play this out.

Megakill Patrick again and loot his grenade launcher of explosive prowess(+15 splash damage)?

JK karon, jk.

But seriously, where did that grenade launcher go?

I believe Shadow probably has it.

IC: Hog walked past a deserted house. It was an odd building. Though the designer had tried to cover up what it was in reality with modern design and elegant curves, it did nothing but exacerbate what it truly was. A large reinforced concrete bunker.

"Huh. Stranger things have happened." The man mused, as he walked his Bike past. Something nudged his foot.

Looking down, Hogs eyes alighted upon a squat metal tube with a trigger. Its loading mechanism hung underneath, like a gross bellied pig.

Hog stared at the grenade launcher for a second, laughed, and kicked it away.

"Stranger things have happened..."

ghosty wrote:IC: Hog walked past a deserted house. It was an odd building. Though the designer had tried to cover up what it was in reality with modern design and elegant curves, it did nothing but exacerbate what it truly was. A large reinforced concrete bunker.

"Huh. Stranger things have happened." The man mused, as he walked his Bike past. Something nudged his foot.

Looking down, Hogs eyes alighted upon a squat metal tube with a trigger. Its loading mechanism hung underneath, like a gross bellied pig.

Hog stared at the grenade launcher for a second, laughed, and kicked it away.

"Stranger things have happened..."

You most certainly never do fail to disappoint! Bonus points + event survival coupons for you!

I do lover those event coupons *hordes them away in a trunk*

IC:

Tombstone walked slowly down the short hallway of Medicine Mans "hospital",the building,in it's past existence,had been the communes first aid center,however..multiple raids on Sprinkle towns small hospital over the year saw to it being very well equipped...Medicine Man himself had seen to that.

The biker paused for a moment,staring blankly into one of several rooms along the hallway,inside,laid out on slabs were the bodies of Loco,Red Beard and Soapy...all killed by the fether who had shot Daisy.

Tombstone trembled with a fury he hadn't felt in some time,these three men had been like brothers to him...silently he promised them he would personally kill the man who had done this to them...he would find him and if it was the last thing he did...he would slice the flesh from his bones.

The biker turned away and slowly walked to the last small room at the end of the hall,inside the sight hit him like a hammer to the chest.

Laying in the bed,hooked to various machines monitoring her vital signs,was his beloved Daisy.

Tubes had been inserted down her throat and into her nose to assist her in breathing,and various IV lines stretched away from her to drip bottles.

Her body had been completely immobilized and braces and straps secured her head in place.

Tombstone stepped to the bed side and softly touched her cheek,tears falling from his eyes onto the crisp white sheets.

He slowly bent,kissing her gently " I love you so much." he whispered,tears streaming down his face.

....Outside the Med Center,One Eye and Medicine Man both jumped and spun wide eyed towards the door as the deafening report of a pistol shot echoed down the hallway.

FITZZ wrote:

Tombstone trembled with a fury he hadn't felt in some time,these three men had been like brothers to him...silently he promised them he would personally kill the man who had done this to them...he would find him and if it was the last thing he did...he would slice the flesh from his bones.

Yeah...Karon, your dudes not gonna last to the end of the Rp.

Soz.

And Fitzz! No! Surely not!

ghosty wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Tombstone trembled with a fury he hadn't felt in some time,these three men had been like brothers to him...silently he promised them he would personally kill the man who had done this to them...he would find him and if it was the last thing he did...he would slice the flesh from his bones.

Yeah...Karon, your dudes not gonna last to the end of the Rp.

Soz.

And Fitzz! No! Surely not!

A contradiction?


Don't worry, I've got something special in my mind for those two..eventually.. //evil grin//

Something to do with Bonzo cartwheeling through with chainsaws I hope.

SAF is "Swedish Armed Forces". Sweden doesn't really have that large of an army at all, so most of the soldiers are special forces, or the Swedish equivalent of "Marines"

Patrick was an assassin for the Swedish government, so you could call him the Swedish Equivalent of a toned-down Jason Bourne...sort of.

I tell you what, I won't be eliminated near the start again.

I was disposed of around page 10-15 on the last RP, which lasted until page...50? feth. That. I purposely didn't kill the biker NPC that I took the bike from so as to not put any bad blood in between myself and Tombstone

OOC: @ Karon..While my initial idea concerning your character was to attempt some sort of alliance (part of the reason I had Tombstone hold fire and dismount from the Hummer)...after the event played out..I just don't see any way I could be true to my characters nature and accept any sort of alliance or penance.

If Tombstone walked out to find the man who caused Daisy to end up paralyzed and who killed three of his Bros impaling himself on metal rods...well..It's a safe bet old Tombstone would simply rip the mans guts out and decorate the yard with them.

I sincerely wish that this time around your character and mine could have allied...and I honestly don't want your character to die in the first few pages as before...

But...I have to play my character as I feel he would act and react...hope you understand.

Fair enough.

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Patrick took into account of everything he took from the site of those dumbasses who attacked him.

A large, silver plated, 9-barrel revolver, a medical kit, several bikers lives, one of there vehicles, the big bikers pride and wife, and Pain. He knows how much pain he must have caused that man, killing his friends and his wife. He knew what this felt like already, and wished it could have ended another way, but it seems someone had possessed the man into thinking he must take my blood now and cause me Pain.

Patrick drove on the road he had came from, still mulling over the events. This world had been stricken by a plague of undeath, with the majority of the population of the world turned into mindless zombies, puppets really. They felt Pain, thought about Pain, accepted Pain, and knew Pain.

This world now knows true Pain, and can now know true peace. This was his mission. To bring peace to everyone I can, but I have already caused so much Pain to those people who I wished I could have just told his stories too. I've never known peace in his life.

My parents, dead when I was the age of seven. Took in by my older brother who was nineteen at the time, part of the most powerful gang in Stockholm.

This God everyone spoke of has never helped me. I was born to show this world what the Epitome of Pain is. I slaughtered my brother to bring an end to the most notorious gang Sweden had known. All of them sent to prison for life, because of my actions. Forced to either join the Top-Secret Assassin Corps. of Sweden, or go to prison at the age of seventeen. I went to show people what Pain was. I killed the leaders of countless terrorist organizations, of countries, until the whole nation betrayed me 5 years after my joining. They sought to kill me, thinking me too deadly for them to control. I killed the leader of that organization, I murdered the President of that whole damned country.

Then, 37 days later, the world knew Pain with the Plague of Undeath.

I can bring this world the True Peace it deserves. I will not be willed to do it by a fictional god, but by Pain. I am the Avatar of Pain, and will bring Pain to those who were unaffected by Pain's Judgement, the Plague of Undeath.

Pain had heard of a Russian Force that had apparently invaded North America, since they were unaffected by this Plague due to their weather. They DO NOT KNOW what Pain is.

Patrick drove, but he had no idea where these people were. Lost in Pain.

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I am pissed I was forced into being unable to form alliances once again, this really is a bit ridiculous.

This is my character now that there is no possibility of me being a "good guy".