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Post by Khornate Marksman on Sept 18, 2007 19:03:22 GMT -5
Bullets and artillery soared through the air like fireworks. Explosions kicked up debris and destroyed the attackers. The bunkers atop the Hill 49 rained heavy machine gun fire down onto the enemies, shredding them into fleshy ribbons. A mortar shot landed no more than fifteen feet away from me, but I remained still. I laid on top of a bunker with a camoflaged sheet of leaves covering me. The end of sniper rifle protruded from the end, firing almost constantly as enemies presented themselves to me. I only paused to reload and then my rain of death would continue.
The sky was dark grey and full of thunderclouds. From the east a heavy rain was coming. It would turn the polluted beach into a mud pit making it all the easier to kill the enemy as they trudged on.
I spotted an enemy with a rocket launcher and lined up my rifle's crosshairs with his head. I pulled the trigger and a single bullet was released. It flew a good two hundred feet and penetrated through the man's nose and out the back of his head. I read the lips of his comrade next to him.
"Sniper!" he had screamed. My next shot took him directly in his left eye below his helmet.
I fed another round into the chamber, looking for more targets. Fifty feet away a group of three enemy soldiers were loading a mortar. I waited until they fired and began to reload. My first shot killed the man who picked up the next round. My next hit the mortar shell as it hit the ground causing it to explode and incinerate the surviving mortar team and everyone else around them in a twenty foot radius.
Ten minutes and sixty three kills later I spotted a massive tank. From the looks of it the tank was a Rhino, a heavy duty tank used to bring down barricades and push through the enemy until it was surrounded by them. Then the many cannons and turrets covering it would open fire and spread death amongst the enemy lines.
Unfortunately for the tank crew I knew just where to hit the Rhino to reduce it to molten slag with just one shot. From the right a man dressed as a lieutenant ran at the tank. I fired my rifle, nailing his left knee and slicing the leg off. He fell to the ground in a shout of pain and regained his thought.
He shouted "Sniper!" again and again and pointed at my allies' bunkers. The tank captain must've recieved the message because instead of pressing forward the Rhino went into full reverse and raised its long range Hell Cannon. The other Rhinos follow suit. They aimed for the bunkers and fired. I got up and sprinted for the metal shield I had set up a few feet from behind the bunker in case of artillery fire.
The first shell hit the bunker's tip just as I slid across the dirt to the side of the shield and pulled myself behind it. The second shell ignited the bunker's ammunition. A searing wall of fire sprang from the bunker's remain. It winded straight for me. I tucked myself into a ball so my shielf covered my whole body. I could feel my skin begin to blister from the intense heat as the wall of fire flew past me on both sides and above me. And then it was over. I got to my feet stared at the beach.
The enemy was rallying. They gathered up wounded and weapons to begin the march towards our position. I checked how much ammo I had left in my pouch.
Smiling, I said, "Enough for the tanks and even more."
When the commanding Rhino Tank exploded panic ensued. The men tried to flee back to the landing boats, but their commander steeled them on. He pointed to the hill and shouted orders. When he looked back towards his goal a bullet eviscerated the top half of his head in a spray of gore and brain matter. The body stood their for a few seconds and then toppled over.
His men stood frozen, unsure of what to do. That uncertainty lasted until the next tank in my sights went boom. The enemy panicked and fled, leaving me with a shitload of cowards to kill. I took one after another with no mercy. The tanks went bye first. I waited until they were loaded with soldiers before shooting the weak armor hiding the gas tanks and giving them a fiery death.
I peered through my scope, not taking my eyes of the battlefield, until I finally ran out of ammo and decided to head to the rendezbvous point. I knew my commander wouldn't be happy about my decision to stay instead of retreating, but I also knew he would be pleased that I made the enemy retreat.
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Post by me on Sept 19, 2007 1:30:58 GMT -5
OK, if they could have just hellfired the bunker in the first place =_=
And This was an awesome action packed piece!
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Sept 21, 2007 19:32:13 GMT -5
Thanks Me, just so you know your story "Watermelon Wars" inspired me to write a short story in first-person. I wanted to see if I could come up with something that I would look back at and like. Well, I did. So thanks man. I now know I can write decent first-person stuff, but I'd rather write third person. Who knows...maybe I'll write another first-person piece someday.
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Post by Inquisitor Loki on Sept 21, 2007 19:36:09 GMT -5
You stole the name that I was planning the first chapter in one of my ideas... basically 98% of the worlds population gets destroyed in a few hours in the chapter >_>
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Sept 21, 2007 19:43:05 GMT -5
Rly? Wow, my bad dude...
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Jan 11, 2008 21:42:18 GMT -5
OK, well I've decided to turn this topic into a collab of short stories in which something goes wrong, hence the title, and that some major trouble insues. Only you won't know if the situation will be regained and put under control or become completely lost and hopeless. Here's the next part.
"Jenkins, open that damn door," I ordered. He shuffled over to the door and kneeled down to pull out a C4 charge. He placed the satchel on the middle of the door and waited for me to give the order to detonate it.
"Ok, we're going in fast and brutal. When I give the order, Jenkins blow the door. Gritzy and Welas, you two toss in flashbangs. Simmons and Vilac will go in first with their shotguns. Understood?" I said.
Each one of my men replied with "Sir, yes sir Captain Duram!"
"Good, now everyone take up your positions." My squad formed their breaching positions while Jenkins looked me with the detonator in hand. I raised my left hand with three fingers extended. I slowly put down each finger one by one.
Three...two...one...Boom!
Jenkins blew the door and Gritzy and Welas tossed their flashbangs in. The interior of the warehouse was lit up with blinding white light. I heard a mix of screams and guttural growls from within the darkness. I chopped my hand forward and Simmons and Vilac stepped through the shattered doorway withtheir shotguns already firing.
I heard more screams, but even more howls and bestial roars. I checked my assault rifle to make sure it was operable and went in next. Just as I crossed the threshold the last shot went off and the last body hit the steel floor.
The light from the flashbangs had dissipated and the dark was unrevealing. My helmet's visor automatically shifted to night vision. I saw my men standing above the corpses of what appeared to be mutants. It was hard to tell for Simmons and Vilac's shotguns had reduced the targets to little more than butchered sacks of meat. But, I could see that some had human like faces and normal hands. Others had pincer like claws, or faces with cycloptic eyes and circular mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth.
"Sir," said Simmons over the secure comm channel. "There's a blood trail leading from this door down the hall."
"Is it fresh?" I asked.
"No sir," answered Jenkins who was kneeling next to the blood with a scanned in his hand. "The scanner identifies as the target's blood."
"Anything else?"
"Well, it's two hours old and uncontaminated."
"Which means we may be too late or just in time. Squad form up. We're following that blood trail. Simmons and Jenkins up front, Vilac at the back. Welas and Gritzy with me in the middle."
We formed up and moved out into the hallway. The lights above were all destroyed, torn apart and broken into pieces by the dark seeking mutants. The blood trail of our target lead us through twisting corridors and wrecked offices, each containing what remained of those that used to work there. Their corpses were spread all over, torn open and apart, entrails nailed to the wall, heads skinned and mounted on broken chair legs, hands and legs sliced off and left in unnatural poses, and some bodies were simply standing. Closer inspection revealed makeshift spears had been shoved through their legs, arms, and along the spine.
We continued on noting where the bodies were so the clean up crews could retrieve them once the mission was done. Soon we turned a corner to be greeted by five mutants sprawled on and around a staircase leading to the second floor. They laid or sat chewing on disembodied limbs or streams of intestines.
"Everyone, hold," I said over the comms. We stopped instantly and dropped. The mutants were about twenty feet away. "The blood leads past these bastards so let's take them down quick and quiet. Silencers only. Pick your targets and shoot on my order."
Simmons and Vilac shouldered their shotguns and drew their silenced pistols while Jenkins, Gritzy, Welas, and I sighted down our rifles. Through my scope I aimed at the mutant gnawing on the hand of a female with a large diamond ring on it. The crosshair lined up with it's forehead.
"Fire," I said. Each of us pulled our triggers at that second. Dim, muzzle flashes lit the dark, and the shots briefly echoed. Each mutant dropped to the ground with bullets buried in their corrupted brains.
"Move up"
We stood as one and started advancing when Jenkins suddenly stopped and aimed hit assault rifle at a small, dented ventilation shaft to the right of the stairs.
"Sir, the scanner shows something in-" His message died with him as a small shaped burst from the shaft and latched onto his throat with four spindly arms. The creature drove its scythe tipped arms into Jenkins' throat again and again, cutting through flesh and muscle until his head was barely connected by his spine. As his body fell the creature lept for Simmons. It landed on his shoulder with a wild cry and raised two of its arms to deal a killing blow while his lower arms found purchase in his shoulder.
Simmons cried out in pain and dropped his shotgun to the blood covered floor. I shouldered my rifle and took aim. "Simmons stand still, dammit," I ordered. He managed to stop for just the right amound of time. I fired a three round burst that blew off the creature's upper body and left only its two lower arms embedded in Simmons' shoulder. The remains splattered the wall above the vent and slid to the floor.
"Sir," said Welas. "Jenkins is dead."
"Pry the scanner out of his hand. There'll be time to mourn him after the mission is over. Rght now we need to stay focused on finding the target," I said.
"Yes, sir," replied Welas as he knelt down and took the scanner from Jenkins' lifeless hand.
"Simmons, are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, just a flesh wound sir," he replied. He pulled the two talons from his shoulder and threw them to the ground. Then he took out his med kit and filled the wounds with biofoam to seal them and prevent them from bleeding anymore.
"Ok, let's move out."
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Post by me on Jan 15, 2008 2:05:21 GMT -5
Ooh, I am waiting for the rest of this story!
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Post by DEATH97 on Jan 20, 2008 3:31:51 GMT -5
I tucked myself into a ball so my shielf - I think you meant shield.
waited for the tanks to go bye.- should be by, not bye.
rendezbvous - should be rendezvous ( I had to look that one up myself lol)
First story was great, although unbelievable. 63 kills in 10 minutes from a sniper is really unrealistic, and the fact that you destroy tanks with a single bullet. Tanks fuel containers are actually heavily fortified for just such reasons. Still, its the action thats important, and you deliver that in spades. It has the feel and logic, of an action packed hollywood film, and if that is what you were going for, you hit it right on the money.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 2nd story
withtheir -space between these two words.
bestiak- I'm guessing you meant bestial
The next story doesn't give me much to work with. infiltration, and breaching techniques are taught before hand, and explaining to your men and having them address you in a combat situation as a superior is not a good Idea in real world tactics. If this is a training exercise most of this can be forgiven, but then the instructor is teaching odd protocols that could not be used in an actual breach situation. Surprise is key, hand signals or other visual aides need to be used to deploy such tactics effectively.
That said, the writing and setup is very well done however. You tell a story well as usual. (b'.')b
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Jan 27, 2008 19:40:18 GMT -5
I modified the second post
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Post by me on Feb 3, 2008 14:29:43 GMT -5
Oh my... I actually wasn't expecting mutants.. I sorta wonder what they are and why they are like that...
WEll, I get the feeling it still isn't finished..
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Apr 7, 2008 15:45:48 GMT -5
We moved up the stairs quickly, and efficiently. Simmons and Vilac up front with Welas slightly behind and between them with the scanner in one hand and Gritzy forming the rearguard with me.
The second floor of the building was even worse than the first. Broken, smouldering bodies littered the bloodied floor. The enemy obviously had some weaponry at their disposal. Splintered doors were embedded in walls or torn off the hinges completely. The people of this floor had heard the attack and tried to hide, but it hadn't worked so well.
We edged down the hallway, checking the interiors of offices as we passed. The windows of this floor had been boarded up as well, and the dark hid horrible things. The blood trail of the target led around a corner into what signs had been pointing to as the secretary's desk.
What greeted us was disgustingly horrifying. It was an abomination of nature. Row upon row of row of corpses stood before, forming a barricade that we would have to push through. The corpses were punctured with anything sharp that the mutants could've found. They stood in many poses, displaying certain acts.
A cold sweat passed down my back as I noticed a pair of corpses depicting a scene of murdered. One of the bodies, a stocky dark man of about thirty, appeared to be stabbing a younger, pale-skinned man through his throat with a pocket knife. Blood still ran down the blade, creating a puddle on the floor. It was going to be one hell of a night when the clean up crews came.
"They're dead, all dead," I told my squad. "Let's move."
We formed up and began our sickening march through the dead, nudging corpses aside or beating them out of the way with the bunts of our guns. Vilac stepped forwards to put his strength into a blow to shove two corpses in some impossible sexual position aside when he slipped on a puddle of blood and fell to the ground, losing his grip on his shotgun.
A skinned corpse that had been nailed to the wall raised its shrouded head and let out a howl that only a tortured throat of a mutant could. It pulled itself free and landed on Vilac, forcing him down to the floor again and cracking his visor. The mutant dug blade tipped feet into his kidney's and blade-tipped hands into his shoulders, and twisted hard.
Vilac screamed in pain, raising himself to his hands and knees and tried to draw his combat knife. The mutant, sensing its own demise at the hands of its prey, pulled its skinless hands from Vilac's shoulders and gripped his head, one hand under his chin and the other over his shattered visor.
The sound of bones and tendons snapping as Vilac's head was ripped off reverbrated over and over again through my head. It was the worst thing I had ever heard. No amount of screaming of the dying or those in pain would ever measure to the split second of Vilac's death.
Simmons, the closest member of the team to Vilac, had tried to help, but he had become entangled in the intertwined intestines of a knot of corpses when he had tried to jump over them. Realizing that his friend was dead and that the mutant was out of the effective range of his shotgun, he pulled a spike grenade from his belt and primed it.
"Hey! Shitface!" he yelled. "Catch this!"
With all the might he could summon, I saw him throw the grenade directly into the soft meat of the mutant's backfat. It stuck like it was designed to and detonated two seconds later. The mutant was shredded into hundreds of bloody fragments as the small spike projectiles inside the grenade went off.
How many? I though to myself. How many of us are going to die in this dark hellhole?
"Everyone, form up." I ordered. "Put a round through each body's head and keep your heads up."
We proceeded slowly and cautiously, firing single round shots into each corpse to prevent another casualty. Gritzy was now up front with Simmons and I stood to the right of Welas. The target's blood led all the way through the barricade of coprses.
After another ten minutes we reached the end only to find the staircases leading to the third floor burned away. The blood didn't lead towards them anway. Only a few feet above our heads there was a large hole in the ceiling that dripped the target's blood.
"Great, just f*cking great," I cursed. "Alright, Gritzy hoist Welas up there to secure a line."
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Post by Maliku on Apr 15, 2008 14:32:54 GMT -5
Damn, I'm definitely digging the second story. I'm all for mutants and the like. I found a few small errors but I don't feel like pointing them out.
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