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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 27, 2007 22:29:40 GMT -5
Oh, ok, Now I understand.
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Post by me on Apr 27, 2007 23:45:20 GMT -5
Some faults, and you sometimes run some wors together....As in one case you said aproe instead of a prone
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 28, 2007 11:41:51 GMT -5
Thank you for pointing that out. I corrected it.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 28, 2007 12:56:16 GMT -5
The gun pivoted on it's mount, as I swung the gun, exerting a great deal of strength. I looked in the iron sights, and matched the darkest part of the oncoming horde with my iron sights. I was alone now, me and my gun, the device that had been implemented into me, a part of me. I could only hear my heartbeat, and my labored breath. My breath was slow and taxed, as I tried to hold my breath, to perfect my shot.
My finger brushed the trigger, twitching anxiously to squeeze down o the metal trigger. That metal piece called the trigger, was a button. And when pressed, it ended life. Something I was use to.
I yelled rabidly, pulling the trigger, and bracing my self for every resite on which the guns recoil jeered it back. The bullets took down many objects out of the sky, each bullet killing dozens simultaneously. I could see what they were now. Even in their small size, I could see them. They were upon us. Millions of them.
I threw the gun away from me, as sense consumed my adrenalin, and threw the hatch down above me, safely subsiding in the interior of the jeep. Locusts were bouncing and rebounding off the walls of the jeep. It sounded like hail... hail that never had a gap in how much it fell, like billions of rounds going off. I was encased in something I couldn't escape.
I bounded into the passenger seat, rolling up the metal plates to cover the already cracking windows. Dents were covering the exterior of the jeep, like an uncontrollable plague. I drew my Colt .45, preparing for my own salvation. I curved the b barrel of the gun to point into my mouth, but I was spared by Cole, as he slapped the gun away from me. I looked at him, as If he had denied me my right to die in an better way then being consumed by bugs. He shuddered, and tears streamed down his eyes. But he held it together, "Pull it together man!"
The camp was near now, not only fifty meters. The men there were prepared to what extent that had in time before the Horde arrived. Through small metal slots in the 'blast windows' (the metal encasings covering the windows) I could see very slightly, rounds bouncing off the plates. Heaps of insects plummeted to the arid sand, bisected by the bullets.
The car was starting to slow, and I nervously shot a glance at Cole. He had passed out, by the looks of it. I stomped my foot on his, and could hear a resounding crack. My foot supported the weakened foot that kept the car moving. I had placed my foot on his, to push the gas pedal to the floor. I didn't have control of the vehicle. In fact, I don't think anyone did. The car was swerving erratically. I spared a hand to control the steering wheel. I had to pry it off from my pistol, that weapon made me comfortable, somehow re assured me that I wasn't doomed, not then, not there. Ultimately, I was.
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Post by Uesugi on Apr 28, 2007 13:02:13 GMT -5
breacing = bracing? simultaneosly = simultaneously b arrle = barrel Hepas = Heaps erradicly = erratically re assured = reassured
Liked it. Action-packed to be sure.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 28, 2007 13:08:58 GMT -5
Thanks. I corrected the typos.
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Post by me on Apr 28, 2007 15:27:43 GMT -5
And one other thing, while holding your breath is well and good for sniping...for using a .50 cal machine gun its something much diffrent. You wanna be breathing and yelling at the top of your voice, firing bursts just long enough to scream "Die Mother ****er DIE!"
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 28, 2007 16:54:13 GMT -5
And one other thing, while holding your breath is well and good for sniping...for using a .50 cal machine gun its something much diffrent. You wanna be breathing and yelling at the top of your voice, firing bursts just long enough to scream "Die Mother ****er DIE!" Yes, that's all good. But, the dunes in the desert are pretty rugid, thus he must contain himself, and hold his breath to steady his aim.
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Post by me on Apr 28, 2007 21:14:11 GMT -5
Not with the machine gun, first its mounted, and second they are very inaccurate
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 28, 2007 22:02:22 GMT -5
I wonder how unnacurate you can be when there is a whole wall of enemies at point blank range. >_>
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Post by me on Apr 29, 2007 0:19:27 GMT -5
Which is another reason he wouldn't have to still his breathing
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 29, 2007 10:57:16 GMT -5
Dude... is it really that big of a deal?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 29, 2007 11:32:18 GMT -5
Sweat dripped down from my forehead, landing on my cheekbone and sending small droplets into my eyes. I slapped my gloved hand across my eyes, in a futile attempt to treat the stinging. The guards at the base were opening the gates. Soon, the horde would be upon them as well. I could see through the slits in the metal window plates small arms being fired. A bright flash upon the trench of the camp served as a re-assuring contrast to the usual black the Horde always provided. The horde became quite annoyed at the gun men at the encampment, as they were responsible for the death of thousands of their comrades. This was my chance. They swayed away from my jeep, and were now inbound to the encampment. Luck was with me then. The moment the Horde was out of a 'danger range'. the metal flaps that covered the window and protected me from their insertion fell off. It was only hanging by one loose screw. Now, I could see what was ahead of me. A comfort I wasn't provided a few moments ago, and one that would be the key to get me in that encampment. The HUMVEE, tattered and torn, entered the camp. Fatigue sapped my energy, and my senses were soon consumed by the weariness. As a result, the HUMVEE went out of control and ran into an ammo dump. Luck was once again with me. The car had not penetrated the walls of the dump to contact the delicate explosives inside, thus creating an extremely large explosion and killing me. The last thing I could see as the darkness expended my life, was a soldier manning a .50 in the trench. The Horde was upon him. They consumed him, devoured his flesh within moments. Thousands of them feasted on his body. Then, darkness.... * * * I awoke. I did;t know where I was. Am I dead?, I asked myself, hoping that I was. I was in nothingness, though I could feel everything. A desolate void. The abyss. I sat, thinking what had happened on Earth, when a Light appeared. The light was so serene, a lovely contrast from the Darkness. I stared at it's welcoming beam,s ignoring the intensity of it, which would soon drive me blind. Hours had passed, and it slowly grew. It was so long, in-fact, that I snapped back to my senses, and tried to close my eyes. Nothing. My eyelids should have created darkness for my body, but the light was still there. I put my hands in front of my face, and nothing, just the same, damned light. I started to cry, but I could see no tears, fell no tears falling down my cheeks. I fell to my knees, and asked what Hell is this? Then I heard it. It was faint at first, like someone whom would be trying to wake you up, but because you were so tired, so could hardly make out what they were saying. So faint... Then it grew. it grew in strength, magnification. It's voice commanded authority. An aura of power swept over me, an aura emanating from the disembodied voice. "Hello, brother. Do you know who I am?" I stammered the next words, "Are... are you God?" "Yes," he responded, "I am your savior. Twice now in-fact, or soon to be." I was standing before a fabled man. One so unbelievably self-less. "Jesus?" I fumbled over the words. "Yes, it is I." I could feel his gaze, took pity on me. Self-less pity. "I wish to help you." I stared at the force, though I could see nothing. I tried to speak, but I was inaudible, my mouth produced no words. I was awe struck. Here I was standing before the legend, the truth, the light.
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Post by Uesugi on Apr 29, 2007 12:09:31 GMT -5
Sweat rained down from my head = ... thus creating an extremely large explosion and killing me. = I would hope this is obvious to the general reading public.
And Jesus is God... I liked this, but right now it is only the religious aspect that is turning me off.
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Post by me on Apr 29, 2007 12:21:20 GMT -5
I was expecting some cheap humor when he asked if it were God =_=
And Like Uesugi said, Jesus and God (The Father) are two aspects of one God.
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