Lazarus: Drowning in Darkness

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**NHnighthawk13x**

mac hears flys voice and begins to walk over to help collect the food from the ventilation shaft he
pears into the ventilation shaft and see a light at the end of it and he is not sure what it is he cant be bothered to
investigate it and just pulls his head back out and walks off.

**Mortified**

(OOC: Geez! So sorry it's been so long!

Things've been really crazy; please forgive me. Hope to update as often as possible.)

"Plan A it is." I watch Mac as he examines the ventilation shaft. "Find anything interesting??"

**shroud010**

OOC dakka works great on ps3

**TheWildHost**

Yeah Great I remember my Childhood and parents being murdered and Mac gets all the credit, We got*Looks at suplies* three pounds of canned beef, some bread, candy, water and some juice mix looks like a tasty meal from my childhood*He said as he smiles* Oh wait what the heck!*A Suprised look shoots across his face followed by a slight grin* Magazines, Blade sharpeners, a few maps, and a radio. This is amazing, it looks like someone had illegal items

**Mortified**

"Bad for him if he was caught, but lucky us!" I grin and help carry some of the stuff.

**Mordoskul**

Alright, it looks like a lot of my fellow users will be on vaction this week, as will I, so don't expect much in the way of turns. I've been shirking my duties as Gm as of late, and to make up for that, I have a BIG SURPRISE planned for when I return.

That is all

**Darkvoidof40k**

Ah gak we're all dead.

**TheWildHost**

Nah its probly that The Voice(dun dun dun) has a heart attack (I mean Stressful job right?) or a whole bunch of UN Come to back us up or we just move to a diffrent city OR MAYBE the zombies in canada come to chicago and rip our faces off!(So maybe yes we will be dead)

**NHnighthawk13x**

OOC so i guess this house what the UN are staying is going to be attacked soon so

IC mac takes the opportunity to check and service his rifle on a little table near the centre of the house
and take a little bit of time looking around the house and in his explorations he comes across a small piece
of plaster board on a wall which is peeling off he tears it off and he reveals a small room laid with weapons
and with conclave posters and mac suddenly gets the feeling that he shouldn't be here so he yells
" I've found something guys!" before leaving the room

**TheWildHost**

Fly runs into the room and is paralyzed with fear,he looks at the weapons before grabing a couple of grenades,lots of ammo, and a backup rifle and cleaning kits. Fly pulls up a chair and begins to speak(he is standing on it) "Ok people listen take whatever allistics you need and everybody take some food because we are dead if we stay here. We should move out to regroup with the other team" he exlaims.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

"ohhhh a minigun that mine!"

**NHnighthawk13x**

searching through the weapons for something decent to take he finds 1 motion mine and a old conclave transponder mac thinks to himself "hhhm this could come in handy" and listens to fly
speaking
OOC ummm i hope you dont mind mordo that i found this weapons stash but meh were still not going to survive with it

**darksage**

"Wow, all of these weapons lying around, convenient." He inspects a rifle in the room quickly deciding that his rifle is superior. he cast it aside coming to the realization that this rifle was his lucky charm and has seen him through more than a few close calls. He decided to check the window in time to see an approaching Conclave patrol scanning the area for them. "We need to get out fast. If we pick off this patrol the Conclave will zero in on us. The conclave force is like a hydra, kill one and two more mindless drones come to replace them."

**TheWildHost**

"DAM*IT PEOPLE MOVE LETS GO,I'LL TAKE THE REST OF THE AMMO PICK AND CHOSE LATER!"Fly yells "Calm the Hell down!" he thinks to himself. "Ok ok I know how to solve this, Mac Give me the tranceiver," Fly Clears his throat as Mac hands it to him.With a Deep Breath and sigh Fly Mimics" Spare Conclave patrols move to Secter EAF 90378, Spare Conclave patrols move to Secter EAF 90378,Spare Conclave patrols move to Secter EAF 90378 " Fly begins to rub his head and lets his breath out into a sigh of releif as the troopers Move around and head to the sector. You all notice Fly is holding his head tears slipping out."dont....Ask"His whispers

**Vulkan_He'stan**

"ok fine with me
ahh medic kits ill take some of them for the rest of you
I wonder if theres a Tv in this place...."
*Gaz wanders of to find a Tv

**NHnighthawk13x**

make bring his rifle up ready to engage the passing foot patrol ........
once the patrol has passed mac takes back the transceiver and
take a look at it trying to work out what it does. after a few seconds
of frustration he realises that it can be used as a conclave search and rescue
device.
OOC: guys i think we should leave this house now ?

**TheWildHost**

*Fly Begins to pull it together snatches the tranciever and smashes it with the Grip of his pistol You see him pulll out a very long knife(Bowies FTW!) and he begins to sharpen it* After about 5 minutes fly looks up at the rest and clears his throat"You do realize in Oh maybe 5 more Minutes the conlave will send a scout after the tranciever, Right?

**Darkvoidof40k**

We should wait for Mordoskul to return. I know that I'm already confused by the illiterate posts you lot are making. Seriously dudes, no offense, but teach yourselves some basic grammatical skills and use a spell checker; it's not hard.

**TheWildHost**

Is our grammer really that bad? The biggest problem I see is qoutation(sorry im on my phone writing)and commas

**Darkvoidof40k**

Well, here's just one example from some of your posts, TWH, you write the actions of your character in asterisks instead of actually writing it out in proper sentences. For an idea of how to layout your IC post structure, have a read through my roleplay: http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/356161.page - specifically the events I'm posting up at the minute (pages 14 onwards, I believe. The long posts in green

).

**TheWildHost**

Im sorry I used to roleplay on star craft and that was how we signed actions,I can fix that with no help....

**shroud010**

"Spare Conclave patrols move to Secter EAF 90378, Spare Conclave patrols move to Secter EAF 90378,Spare Conclave patrols move to Secter EAF 90378 "
Why the hell are conclave troops there? everyone should be in secter 11-B. HQ i'm heading out to the envoy that sent that last transmission.

**Mortified**

Mordo has the power. He shall kill us all.

**Mordoskul**

I'm back! Turns tomorrow!

**Mordoskul**

Eagle, Rose, Pacify Night 1-

As DAB746151 finishes off his target, the Conclave soldiers move to Sector 11B of the Industrial Zone, reports of a UN attack force landing there have been confirmed. Furthermore, AIMP batteries opened up on them as soon as they landed, resulting in 93% casualties. Suppressors and drones tool care of the rest. However, several nonstandards were seen leaving the scene, and have holed up inside a residential building. A nearby Spook squad has been notified, and are in bound to deal with the foe. As you reach Sector 11B, the burnt out shells of numerous UN craft greet you, along with a variety of corpses that seem to have exploded mid-air, coating the ground and sides of buildings with viscera and arterial fluid. As the sun slips behind the grey horizon, and the lumes spring to light the darkened corridors of the Industrial Zone, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. As Sindri steps forwards, a yellow-clad hand grips his leg. A UN engineer, torn in half at the waist clutches at him, rasping. "They...came out of the dark! Oh god, they'll be back! Oh please god, kill me before they come back!"

**Mordoskul**

Operation Anvil Night 1-

As Mac steps outside into the rapidly descending gloom of the night, and sweeps his gaze back and forth across the darkened streets, something flashes out of the corner of his eye. When he turns to look, he sees nothing but the entrance to an ally. Shrugging, he turns back around, shouldering his ripsaw, just in case. Like a whisper of a whisper, Mac can hear a very faint 'vip' just around the corner. Peering around the side of the house, Mac is bowled over by a man dressed in a black bodyglove, implanted blades springing from his palms as he closes for the kill, the grill around his mouth issuing a horrid keening. The 'vip' issues again as he vanishes in a cloud of static, reappearing several feet away in a burst of energy, turning on his heels as he swings his mono blades at the heavy assault trooper, severing his right arm at the elbow in a spray of crimson mist. Mac screams as the stump pumps blood out onto the street, and he forces the door back open, climbing inside. As the door slams behind him, he yells; "Mother f*cking spooks!"

**blood reaper**

"Enjoy hell scum , give the devil my regards"
Sindri slowly walks away but does not stop to see shadowy shapes moving towards the enginer. , he chuckles as he walks past more torn apart bodies and bones.

**shroud010**

i walk over to the engineer. I begin to pick through his things to see if he was holding any information.
"ill put you out of your misery if you tell me whats are your objectives?"

**Mordoskul**

Interlude: Night Terrors-

The buddy system had failed him yet again, and Corporal Clegg found himself alone in the bowels of the Industrial Zone, having been cut off from his squad during a firefight on one of the sub-factories. Clegg stumbled about, unsure of where he was or where he was supposed to be. The red lights of the cramped corridor shone aggressively in his eyes, coloring the scene a bloody crimson as the automatic door ahead of him whooshed open. Clegg stepped through, sweeping his assault rifle back and forth across the room. It was an unremarkable room, perhaps a scanning room, where the value of metals were determined. He gave cry of alarm when he saw the hunched creature at the end of the room, it's gangly limbs dragging on the floor as it ran with a parody of movement towards him. Ropes of black bile leaked from it's ravaged maw, it's broken teeth rotted from the corruption within. It's eyes were pure white, and wept the same fluid as it's mouth. Clegg screamed as it wrapped it's rotted hands around his helmet, and tore it free, the creature's stink filling his nostrils as it bore down on him. The thing reared back as vomited a stream of thick black sputum over the Corporal's face, the acid eating into his flesh. Clegg dropped to his knees, attempting to wipe the foul stuff from his eyes, but to his horror, he wasn't able to clear in out of his eyes. Then with a start, Clegg realized his eyes were gone, melted into jelly by the awful spew. Still he clawed at his face, trying to wipe it clean to no avail. His hands tore chunks of meat and rivers of melted fat from his visage as he screamed. He continued screaming until his lips fused together, as did his nostrils, and Corporal Clegg slowly suffocated, jerking in wild convulsions as he died, moaning for lack of a mouth to scream with.

**Mordoskul**

(Chimera 19)

The engineer gurgles, before saying: "We were supposed to disable the four primary factories to cripple you industry, then move in with Operation Hammer... that's all I know! Please kill me! You promised!"