World War 3 RP

[fuckwit]

Mark nodded at the man and closed the door of his truck. He then proceeded to go through the motions of speeding up again. When he was at a good rumble inside the city, he heard a pretty large explosion to his left. Then a burst of gunfire. Nothing out of the ordinary, he thought. But then more and more gunfire until it had intensified into a beautiful symphony of death. "Now this is out of the ordinary." He promptly turned left at the next intersection and headed to the area of conflict, pushing a big red button when he had made the turn. This started the steam engine in the back, he had a hunch he would need it.

As he drew closer, he saw a couple of Red Eagles here and there, either running to the conflict or preparing mortars, vehicles or firearms. But he was ready. He saw a modified hummer with Red Eagle insignia and followed him, wanting to find a sure way to the battle. He came into a clearing, and saw the Blue Eyes base. It was as large as it was ugly, deformed like the scum that it contained. He spared not a second, but pushed a large green button on the dashboard, opening up a part of the left side of the rear. It contained a huge Steam Powered .50 Caliber machine gun. he turned so that it was exposed to the Blue Eyes base. Then he went through a hole in the back of the cab and into the rear. He saw the gun and he knew he was ready. Everything seemed to pass slowly as he gripped the holders, stroking the trigger sensually. He analyzed the battlefield. The steam was at a maximum PSI. Everything was in place. He gave a sigh and pulled the trigger.

A noise raged through the battlefield. Small explosions, two each second shot through the area.
It was Mark's gun. Such a beast hadn't been seen in modern times. The steam shouted, using its valuable pressure to power this mythical creature. Mark felt the reverberations through himself and through the truck, the gun shaking even such a massive piece of machinery. It was at that moment that Mark felt happy, right there in the middle of the battlefield, mowing down the freaks of the world!

Spoiler: OOC

I hope this gives you guys a nice occurence to build upon ^^

 

[Yorgmiester]

As all the puny little Eagle's scattered from the hole in the wall, trying desperately to escape the BE base, Farley ran them down, swerving this way and that like a maniac, his minigun blaring. The area just outside the wall breach was a field of blood and bodies, corpses smashed into the dirt under the weight of his monstrous tires. One could barely see through the mountain of dust that rose up around him, the flares of the GAU-19 sparking like lightning in the middle of a storm cloud.

He emerged from the dust, swerved, and faced it, stopping and simply firing into it. Blood and gore were sprayed across the front of his plow, decorating the sharks teeth like the remains of a fresh kill. The tires we caked in dirt, mud, and other unpleasant materials, which had also sprayed up onto the sides of the vehicle. Farley laughed.

He grinned as another Blue Eyes vehicle, this one a small buggy, came hurtling over the wall and landed nearby. "Glad you could join the fun, Red!" Farley yelled though the bullhorns on top of the cab. "You ready to fuck up the rest of them?" Before Red could reply, there was a deafening roar of machine gun fire, and several .50cal round smacked into the back of Farley's truck. "What the hell was that?" He swiveled in his seat, gazing up the hill to where an 8-wheeler had just pulled up, and produced out of it's left side a huge .50cal machinegun.

Farley let out a wild WHOOP! over the bullhorns as he slammed on the gas and swerved around, then charged up the hill, running over fleeing Eagles as he circled around. The minigun swiveled to his left and open fired on the large 8-wheeler as he continued up the hill, already accelerated past 80mph. The 50.cal bullets slammed into his side, denting his armor. One even hit the window and left a hole, narrowly missing his head as it continued out the other side.

But he was home free as soon as he crossed the road behind the truck and left the machinegun's field of fire. Laughing hysterically, he made a wide turn, not slowing down one bit, then hit a button on the gear shift, giving life to the standby-engine and throwing the monster into overdrive. It plunged pell-mell across the dirt at 120, 130, 140 mph, gigantic, fanged, spikey plow thirsty for blood, then slammed into the right side of the 8-wheeler.

 

[TheSentinel]

Sid had a good day today. 4 conversions. Would have been 5 conversions, but those Red Eagle bastards killed him after he gave him the book. Oh, well. 2 more heathens sent to Judgment.

58 shells left.

Sid rode on into the city. He heard an unbearable commotion coming from where that army base used to be. Now it's just the Blue Eyes Den of Unholy Abominations. What the Blue Eyes had done was the most unholy blasphemy in His Emerald Eyes. They breed with blood relatives, weakening the gene pool. The Jade King wanted us to strengthen ourselves for the future. Instead, they make themselves weaker. When they are Judged, they shall get the worst of the Agonies.

Sid is staying as far away from there as possible.

 

[ThreeWords]

Spoiler: OOC

I think our GM has abandoned us. I wouldn't mind that much, only he's kinda left me hanging...

Ah well, here's to improvising =P

The Red Eagle man did not reply, and Jon crept through the rubble, silently seeking a good angle for a surprise attack. A flash of red, and Purity leapt of out it's sheath, firing a savage volley. However, there was no cry, nor any noise at all.

Jon shook his head. I'm sure I hit, he thought, Those Red Eagles must be more man than I give them credit, to stay silent under Purity's ministry...

He waited for a heartbeat, then sprung out, both pistils aimed squarely at a red coat on a stick, flapping in the wind. The man was gone, as was his bike

Maybe not so tough after all, he thought with a smile, then pulled out his copy of the Book, and sat down to read scripture. After only a few minutes, however, his concentration was broken by gunshots in the distance. He got to his feet with a scowl, and set off in the direction of the disturbance.

As he picked his way through the streets, he spotted a familiar looking ATV, as it sped towards him, he called out "Greetings in the name of the Eyes, Sid!"

 

[JohnReaper]

At the base Jason went back upstairs looking for a way out. when he wound up in the garrage again he made sure to slink across the wall then he looked up, when he was outside, and saw some one and a dog looking thing on the roof he took aim at the person and dog and fired until his clip was empty then he ducked into the garage reloading

back at the base the Jeeps opened fire at the Retaliation attack of farly the Snippers that where positioned where taking care of any BEs that tried to help the commander was geting 4 men with rpgs on the roofs ready to blast the truck to all hell and back. When the Truck got in range they where goign to fire

the jeep mark was following was part of a reinforcment group a single troop transport filled and more suplys and a few more jeeps to help lay down supression fire.

 

[TheSentinel]

Sid saw a magnificent sight. The man who had saved him. The Jerusalem Man. He slowed his ATV, coming to a stop near him.

"Greetings, brother."

Sid looked around. He saw a red coat on a stick. Another sent to Judgment?

"I did good today. 4 conversions, and 2 less Red Eagles in the world. How about you? Did Purity and Poison send anyone to Judgment?"

 

[fuckwit]

As Mark was giving the Blue Eyes the time of their lives, he spotted a huge truck similar to his rumble around the battlefield. He immediately started firing upon it. It swiveled around trying to outmanouvre his .50 cal but he just kept firing until it finally made it out of his line-of-sight.
He then continued to fire upon the other freaks. Suddenly Mark felt something slam into the truck, causing it to lurch forward and start to roll! It all happened in an instant. He found himself lying on the left wall of the rear of his truck, gasping for air, as his lungs had emptied from the impact. He looked at the wall opposite his and saw huge dents in the armor. "What the fuck?" He crawled through the connection between the cab and the rear and saw that the truck was fully on the side, but unharmed except for the huge dents in the armor. He felt a surge of anger for the cock-twisting, in-bred, spike-licking, sister-impregnating abomination that toppled his truck. He grabbed everything that was or could be used as a weapon from the cab, including a small syringe and needle attached to it and rushed out of the truck to meet the bell end who did this.

 

[jad4400]

Red was chasing down some of the fleeing Reds, he mowed them down with his minigun before they had the chance to fire on him. After hitting a small group of men, several bullets slamed into the side of Red's buggy. He turned to see that five steam powered motorcycles were speeding past him and heading in Farley's direction.

Red grinned as he began to persue them, a chase was on and he was loving every minutes.

"Farley this is Red" Red said into his buggy's radio "You got five cycles heading up your way, I'm in pursuit"

 

[Yorgmiester]

Farley backed up as the 8-wheeler toppled onto it's side and began to slide down the hill. With a throaty laugh into the bullhorns, he accelerated and rammed it again, just as a man jumped out of the cab, carrying a bunch of random objects. "Woohoo! It's a freakin' field day!" he yelled, aiming the minigun down at the man. Just then he got the call over the radio.

"Farley this is Red, you got five cycles heading up your way, I'm in pursuit."

Farley grinned, then punched the gas pedal down, swerving and barely missing the man as he pulled away in a cloud of dust. "I'll come for you later, ok?" he yelled over the bullhorns, laughing as he drove off, the Red Eagle cycles following after him.

Haha, a chase! The minigun swiveled around backwards and fired at the cycles as Farley took off into the wastes.

 

[JohnReaper]

the Cycles where Pushing farly towards the rpgs that where set up as they got closer the rpgs where loaded and when farly was in range they Fired all four of them

the cycles where swerving the gun fire when they heard the missles where fired they scattered

 

[Yorgmiester]

Farley swerved around rocks and mounds of rubble, through collapsed buildings and over hills, the cycles in hot pursuit. His minigun raged, swiveling back and forth with the turning of the truck. A shower of sparks appeared on the lead cycle as bullets pummeled it, a spray of red as the driver was hit. It went down in a glorious splatter of bent steel.

As they rounded a corner, a wide open space stretched before them, and Farley punched the throttle down, accelerating across the expanse as the engine roared. Glancing into the mirror though, he noticed something odd. The bikes had all veered away. It was then that he heard, over the rumble of the engine and the grate of the dirt beneath his tires, the unmistakable 'woosh' of RPG fire.

"Shit!" he swerved to the right as the world exploded around him. The first one hit right where he would have been, the second thirty feet or so to his right, the third just ten feet in front of him as he swerved back to the left. The shock waves slammed into the truck as he was jostled around, ramming his head violently into some object. He cursed, then held on tight as the fourth one came. Unfortunately it grazed right over top and struck the ground directly behind him, sending the monstrous vehicle flying heels over head in a spectacular front flip.

Straight into a gully.

The truck plunged downwards, hit the rocky wall, and then slid downwards on it's back. Mercifully, there was a small outcropping halfway down, which it landed on, leaned forward for a moment, and then fell off of, landing flatly right-side up on the gully floor.

Farley groaned, rubbing his bleeding head. "Urrrgh... Red, come in. Red, can you hear me?" The radio was dead. "Shiiiit." He sat still for a few minutes, the red warning lights flashing on his face. He glanced down at them, noting that the minigun was damaged and that three of his tires had burst. The back window was also blown out. What a lucky day for him.

Spoiler: OOC

I'm just gonna leave him in the gully for a while, cuz I need to go do some stuff. We'll assume that the Eagles think they got him

 

[JohnReaper]

the radio blared into Jasons head again " wegot the truck go recover ours we will lay down supression fire"

on the base 3 jeeps and 2 trucks started porring out of the battle feiled headed towards truck on its side the quickly hocked it up and punched it for every thing they where worth to get the truck up right again

 

[Aqualung]

Rose, crouched on the roof of the garage and firing into the courtyard below, ducked as a series of bullets flew overhead. She lay flat on the ground until the bullets stopped, and the man turned and ran back inside, his clips emptied. It took a moment to notice the stinging sensation in her arm. She glanced down and scowled; her upper arm, close to the shoulder, had been grazed by a large bullet. Warm blood trickled down her arm, but there was little she could do about it at the moment. She looked over at Ica, who stared back innocently, closing his mouth and halting the turret fire.

Showing him the wound, the robot canine growled, which sounded something like the growl of a large engine. With a smirk, she pointed downward.

"Fetch."

Raising up onto all fours, Ica barked and turned toward the edge of the roof. With a running start, he leaped off the edge, landing at the front door of the garage with a might thud, cracking the cement beneath his metal paws. Two of his four eyes, one on each side, popped outward, giving him a full view to the front and both sides. Beneath his chest and between his front legs, a compartment popped open and a smaller turret unfolded outward, following his gaze.

As Ica approached from the front to corner the man who had shot at them, Rose eased her way down the side of the garage building, approaching a side door. Holding the M4 steady in both hands, she kicked open the door and leaned against the outer wall, waiting for the man to make his move.

 

[fuckwit]

Mark saw the eyes of his assailant when he aimed a sizeable minigun at his person. He prepared to strike but then a most curious thing happened. His assailant sped away, cackling maniacally.
"I know your face, bellend." He said, full of contempt for this inbred bastard.
He looked at the base, contemplating attack when he heard the radio.
"Ordering us back, are they? Goddamn it." He kicked his truck, damning himself for ever coming to this decrepid place. The death of a few freaks did not justify the wrecking of his truck. He stuffed his backpack with kit, anything that he found and took a large drink off of his beloved vee-ess. "This is for you, my friend. Cheers."

The battle was over. Everyone was pulling back. He slowly walked away, lamenting the loss of his truck. "I will find the bastard who did this. And he won't know anything else than pain for the rest of his short life." And he wept for the poor bastard. He wept for the world, for this place, haunted by demons. Not just the blues, not just the greens, but the reds, too. All demons.
All evil.

 

[jad4400]

Red had just gotten with in gun range of the cycles when Farley's rig had been hit with the RPGs.

"Fuck!" Red exlaimed as the vehicular behemoth cartwelled in the air and went down into a gully. He would have time to look throught the car later. Rignt now, he was focused on taking out the cycles. Thet darted back and forth as he let loose his mini-gun. He was satisfied to see one of the cycles catch fire and explode. Two of the other cycles lost their drivers and went carrening into a building.

The two surviving cycles spred out to avoid Red's incoming fire, he focused on one and kept the pressure up. The cycle doged and weaved to adoid the incoming rounds, but soon a bullet punctured it's rear tire and the driver lost control and crashed into a traffic barrier.

Fixing his eyes on the last cycle, Red struggled to menuver his buggy into a fireing position behind the cycle. It's constant erratic movments prevented Red from getting a clear shot. He needed to bag this cycle before it got into Eagle territoy. Red began to notice that several other Eagle vehicals were emerging from variuos roads, it looked like the vehicals attacking the base were retreating.

Timing the movments of the cycle, Red aimed his buggy's gun slightly to the left of the cycle and fired just as the driver moved to that spot. Red saw the driver slump over on his controls and the cycle crashed into a Eagel buggy that had another two Eagels inside. Red smugly watched the resulting fire with a smug satisfaction has he began to attack several of the retreating Eagel vehicals, carfully keeping note of his ammo levels.

 

[JohnReaper]

((mark Your truck was Put back up and Multi this wasn't planed it was spur ))
Heard the radio transmission
'not fucking good'
he had his rifle fully loaded but this robot was something else he droped his rifle he was done for now all he could do was wait for the killing blow shot what ever but he did shift his wait a bit so he could atleast survive the first shot

as the retreat was Being done richard Buggy was hit by the cyclist killing Both driver and rider the other Buggies had there gunners working on keeping the Few chasing blue eyes away destroying anything they got clear hits from

Jason wondered when he would be dead he looked down the dogs face and over at the Red headed Blue eyes

'she is not that diffrent' was all he thought

"so can I atleast know who is going to kill me?"

 

[Yorgmiester]

Spoiler: OOC

I don't mean to sound like a wet blanket, and obviously I'm a little biased since I'm the one who knocked his truck over, but i just have to beg the question: how would they get an 8-wheeler back up that quickly? You'd really have to have a crane or something...

Also, @fuckwit: His truck doesn't have to be destroyed, just dented and knocked over. I know Farley, at least, wouldn't abandon his rig that quickly ;P

 

[JohnReaper]

Spoiler: OOC

I don't mean to sound like a wet blanket, and obviously I'm a little biased since I'm the one who knocked his truck over, but i just have to beg the question: how would they get an 8-wheeler back up that quickly? You'd really have to have a crane or something...

Also, @fuckwit: His truck doesn't have to be destroyed, just dented and knocked over. I know Farley, at least, wouldn't abandon his rig that quickly ;P

Spoiler: ooc

True it is taking a while but yea its being done

 

[Aqualung]

A weak smile tugged at her lips as the man asked, "So, can I at least know who is going to kill me?" Keeping her M4 raised to his chest she approached cautiously, Ica emitting a deep growl.

"It's Rose," she replied quietly, hearing another voice grow loud over the roaring bullets.

"This is Red Eagle High command, ordering a full retreat of all soldiers attacking the Blue Eye's compound inside the old market district. Repeat, this is Red Eagle high command..."

She glanced to Ica, and back to the Red Eagle. She paused, then relaxed her gun ever so slightly.

"Wouldn't be fair if I just shot you down here on the spot, then, would it?" She nodded her head towards the door, where Ica stood guard. "Go on. Get out of here. Next time I see you, don't count yourself so lucky, though." At the exit to the garage, Ica stepped aside, his turret still carefully trained on the man, should he act wrongly.

 

[fuckwit]

Spoiler: OOC

I don't mean to sound like a wet blanket, and obviously I'm a little biased since I'm the one who knocked his truck over, but i just have to beg the question: how would they get an 8-wheeler back up that quickly? You'd really have to have a crane or something...

Also, @fuckwit: His truck doesn't have to be destroyed, just dented and knocked over. I know Farley, at least, wouldn't abandon his rig that quickly ;P

Spoiler: OOC

Yeah I know but like you said it's quite difficult to get it up and Mark doesn't know that it's being raised back up so it's basically totalled. Saladin also gave the command of retreat and everyone is pulling back, so he has to go or he is dead meat. That's at least how I see it. He mourns his truck and he mourns you, mate. In his mind, you're going down.