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RUiN
04-23-2010, 07:23 PM
Alright, so for fun I figured I'd bandwagon with Sacred and Devour with there stories. This is a background story to Sacreds. Anyone who is in his story as a Side Character can enter. The other people. Sorry your out of luck.


I'll update this as much as they do, hopefully. The general idea. Were a spec ops force undercover in there stories doing more than anyone would ever expect.

Don't mind the shitload of character bios.


Me/ RUiN obviously. Short but fearless. Long curly brown hair. Amazing leader. Hates to be disobeyed. Great driver and good undercover since his job binds him. Carries anything he can take but prefers his silenced m9 and machete. Likes to make everything bloody. All in all a crazy twisted man.


name: bubbles
Bubbles suffers from a split personality syndrome, often clashing with his other personality "ghostly".
Despite this bubbles is an expert archer and carries lot's of handy things that are very usefull. Until ghostly takes over and starts attacking everyone. >_>


Floydyboy (or just Floyd)
-Tall and thin. Short brown hair with a ponytail. Male (in case you're wondering). Good with computers and anything mechanical. Sucks at driving, no questions asked. Likes video games, and lives on a diet of pure sugar. Also likes to kill noobs. Prefers to get up close and personal, except with something huge and ugly girls.
I use a Desert Eagle pistol, a machete/katana (whatever you think would suit me better) and a customized "Noob Hunter" shotgun.

Sumfink:
Seems to have ties to a great power outside SPP, though obscure within it. Some enemies recognize him and seem to be terrified of him, but they are always silenced before they can reveal anything about his past. No weapon visible, but on rare occasions where he has to fight, he is seen wielding a large, blunt object that can never be glimpsed long enough to be identified... a lamp, perhaps? Shows respect to his enemies, avoids killing as much as possible (not including noobs), though he has no reservations about disarming/disabling. Doesn't say much, and what he says doesn't give away anything. Has never raised his voice. Can usually talk his way out of a bad situation. Sometimes refers to himself in the third person.

Excellent at controlling his emotions, rarely smiles, can always tell when a teammate is injured, seems to know what you're thinking. Slightly shorter than average, long brown hair, always wears a plain blue T-shirt and jeans regardless of weather as he is not affected by rain, extreme cold, etc. Extremely fast runner, weak but very agile and can fit into small spaces. So normal-looking that he wouldn't be given a second thought in a crowd- except for his eyes. Something about his eyes...

ColdZero.
Actually had an injury in his face. He wears a bio mask since most of his face has broken joints. He can't use his mouth to talk because it has been removed. Instead, The Technology in his mask makes him talk but he doesn't talk much. Expert in Snipers and well known to hand to hand combat. He's just plain tall and ALWAYS plays with his knife. Practically a caring person but people just can't seem to understand him.
I forgot to tell you. I use this (http://www.gunslot.com/files/gunslot/images/58842.jpg). And this (http://www.myimagisims.net/81st-mag/the_knife.jpg). =3


Ashlander
22 Years old, 6'2, short dirty blonde hair, grey-blue eyes. Loves his old foxbody mustang. Was medically discharged from the Air Force, has experiance with an M16 and an M9. Will pretty much do anything for anybody, as long as he's cool with them. Deathly afriad of heights. Find offensive jokes the best.

Scarecrow:
Wears silver reflective sunglasses and a straw hat, and a black hooded jacket underneath a grey leather jacket. Dark hair. Uses a Magnum Research BFR (Biggest Finest Revolver - no i'm not kidding this is a real gun), a hunting rifle, and a 12 inch knife. Fuelled by caffeine alone. Due to enormous amounts of caffeine in his blood, can run, jump, fight with extreme energy and speed, but can only keep this up for a short period time. Expert knife fighter. Can fire his revolver extremely quickly in bursts, with accuraccy. Incapable of steady aim, but can aim and shoot in one movement with great speed and accuraccy (the longer he aims the less accurate he gets). Chews coffee beans constantly and spits as though it were tobacco, as a result has black teeth and saliva.

Wartooth

Somewhat of a lurker, Wartooth hides in the shadows of the city. He always has a cigarette in his mouth. When people try to communicate with him, he is usually quiet but serious. He enjoys humor, his usually being dark or dry. When stuck in a position where he would need to fight, he would show himself useful as he has been trained with a gun. He is great at acrobatics. He doesn't believe in established police, as he himself is a vigilanty(ignore wrong spelling as I'm a lazy Aussie). Although he doesn't believe in the established fighting, he hates the noobs, and is hoping he may team up with a member of the force to do some damage. It is rumored now that he may be dead, but people haven't lost hope in him. Many believe that he is just lurking in the shadows.

Wartooth is about 5'10" with heavy upperbody build, but his lower body is lean. He has a few scars on his face. He wears a flannel hoody. Always with the hood up. The hoody is black with thin white stripes. He carries around many hidden weapons, including 3 pistols, a crowbar, and a taser.
Long brown curly hair, usually put into a ponytail.
Official Story Thread.

Prologue
The alarm shrieks. I wake up and roll over expecting to hit the snooze button. Only to be met by the floor in my living room. My nose starts to bleed.Damnit. I rub the blood from my upper lip and slowly get up. Completely sore from yesterday. I stretch out a little and begin to walk to the bedroom. I grab the clock off my dark oak stand. 9:02 I slam it against the wall. It shatters into oblivion. I liked to slam things. At least the noise is gone. I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Time to go. Recruiting day.


Chapter 1

I grabbed the manila envelope off the passenger seat and looked inside. Paperclips' letter.

People have been talking about something bad going down in stickpage. As the SPP SOU leader, I want you to find a small group of people that could blend in completely with all walks of stickpage life. Inside this envelope are pictures of my suggestions.
Good luck
Sincerely, Paperclip.

What a formal ending to that letter. I pulled out the pictures. Marked with a red number one was a tall and thin man. He wore a ponytail, in the picture he was getting in the passenger seat of a car. Floyd. We've had a friendly history. He's in. I tossed the picture on the dashboard and grabbed the next one. A man with a crazed look in his eye. Aiming a bow. Short blond hair, kind of muscular. Bubbles. He's insane. How could PC ever recommend him? I toss that picture and look through the rest. Sumfink, Ashlander, Coldzero, , Wartooth, Scarecrow. I grab them all and tuck them under the visor. I notice that on the back of scarecrows theres more red writing. Pros and cons all his features and what he carries. Thats useful. I start up my truck and crank the music. Subs pounding. I drive to Floyd's house.

POUND. POUND, POUND.
"This is urgent!" I scream at his door in my best cop voice. "We need to talk to you!"
"What for???" He yells back while opening the door. "Damn man." He smiles at me. "You got me going there."
"How's it been man?" I copy his tone.
"Great."
"I need you for something. I'm on duty for the SOU and I'm getting together an ass-kicking team. In?"
"In."

He rips open a small pack of sugar from the cup holder in my truck and Pours it all in his mouth.
"So whats this mission anyway?" He turns to me.
"PC sent me to find out about all the rumors. Well its reconnaissance mostly, but if it gets messy I want to know I have a team. Your with me right now, to help me test these guys." I toss the pictures at him.
"Bubbles is closest." He says looking at the addresses.
"I know" I was hoping that would go unnoticed.

We find him at the range in the back of his house. Mumbling to himself while setting up targets a hundred yards away. He runs back to about where we are. Grabs his hightech bow and an arrow. He shoots one, ducks, rolls right, pulls two more arrows and takes the other two out at once. Damn.
"Hey bubbles!" I catch his attention and he jumps. Screams something at us and goes on all fours. Floyd looks at me.
"I don't know either man. Bubbles, we need you to help us with something. The SOU needs a team of skilled people. You, are obviously skilled. So if you can go with us we'd appreciate it. He bear walks over to a dog crate and lays inside.
"Is that a yes?" Floyd asks.

I toss the crate into the back seat. He honks at me and shows his teeth. I get into the driver seat.
"Whos next?" I look at Floyd just getting in.
"Well it says on the back of all the other pictures", he flips them. "Nothing, no addresses or anything."
I stop the car and jump out. Walking fast up to phonebooth, I grab the book inside and look for Scarecrow. I find it. Put in the change and dial the number.
"Hello?" A deep shaky voice on the other line.
"I need you to help me." I say into phone.

"Well then now what?" Scarecrow looks at me from across the SOU lobby. All of PC's suggestions pulled through. Sumfink, Coldzero, Ashlander and Wartooth sit in various places. I look at the man in a blue tshirt and jeans sitting on the bench next to mine. Sumfink. He looks up. A mad spark in his eye. I turn away. A tall man in a bio mask sitting hunched over on the other side. Flipping a black handled army knife in his hands. Scarecrow sits across from me in his sunglasses, straw hat and leather jacket. Talking to Ashlander, a tall man with dirty blond hair. They laugh about something I'm almost positive is a masturbation joke. The laughings interrupted by Scarecrow popping some coffee beans like an addict pops pain meds. I can hear the crunching. Last but not least, Wartooth leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. I can't see his face because of his hoodie. Black with white stripes. The secretary at the desk walks over to him and tells him to go outside. He pulls a pistol from his belt and chuckles as she walks away. Thats my team. Ding. Floyd comes out of the elevator.
"You'll never guess what I scored us boys" He says with a huge grin.


Chapter 2

"Well shit Floyd," I smile. "I love it!" I highfived him and went to check out my new military transport. Outside the SOU building. Parked like a normal streetcar.
"Figured you would," He says. "Shotgun!" And ran past Scarecrow right into the front seat. "You guys are in the back" He says smugly.
I turned around and watched each member file in.
"I'm thinking about adding something for you," He says putting his hand through the window and on the top.
"Like what?" I ask.
"You'll see swing by my house and drop me and the beast," He hits the roof. "Off and you'll see. You guys have work to do anyway."
"Alright man," I slid a little and made some nice tire marks on his driveway for good measure. I look back at the group. "You're all with me, let's go."

I opened the door to my house. Trying to be funny I bowed my head and raised my arm.
"My humble abode," I mumble in my best stuck up butler voice. No one laughed except scarecrow. And even that was quickly faded by the beans.
"Spit that in this," I toss him a milk jug. He cut the top off and set it down next to the lazyboy.
"Ok, we all have something important to do. Right?" I say sitting on the couch.
'Right' most of them said almost at the same time. Bubbles growled a little bit and rolled over.
"Ok, does anyone get this guy?" Ashlander butting in and stopping Bubbles' panting.
"No, but hes good." I reply. "Back on topic, we're all here to investigate whats happening to stickpage. Your all under my leadership. Even though I hate to think that way, this is a team. We'll be back to back fighting before we leave eachother." I spewed some military nonsense. This is probably going to be a quick mission. "This might just be reconassaince for all I know but we might get into a firefight or two. I can trust most of you. Maybe not you Bubbles," I smile and pat his head. He stands up and walks away talking under his breath. "Ok, definately not him. Well honestly, I don't know whats going on, and I think thats why PC recommended you, Scarecrow. Have anything for us?"
"Well there's been talk of a spam attack, a bot attack and everything else of the like. Well us NTF's think its just a bunch. But all the relatively stupid people who aren't noobs and all the pessimistic ones think somethings going down. It might be an inside job for all I know, but Stickpage might very well be in some danger." He says.
"Alright guys. Heres what I've got for you. Blend in. Find out what you can. Report back to this house everyday at one hour more than before so we can't be tracked. And you all arrive at different times. Which will obviously help. I'll see all you guys tomorrow."
I opened the door and watched them file out. Said 'bye' or 'later' to everyone trying to be as casual as possible. I walk over to my phone. Dial Floyd and he answers after a few rings.
"Hello?" He says
"Hey, I wanted to know when the transport would be done."
"Tomorrow, I'll call you when its time."
"Alright."
"Anythin else?"
"No I guess not"
"Bye."
"B-" He hangs up the phone, kind of awkward, little rude. Somethings probably wrong. I'll go over there tomorrow. Well hopefully tomorrow everyones acts up. This 'team' thing isn't working out to well. I layed down on the couch and and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. Pushed a button towards my stereo. Metal. Good. I fell asleep in seconds.

The sun shining through my shades wakes me up. I look at the clock. Oh crap. 11:27. Really? I jump up and run to my bathroom grabbing another shirt and spraying some cologne. I put the shirt on and run into my kitchen, grabbing an apple. Gross, dude. I throw that against the wall. And grab some go-gurt out of the fridge. I squirt the entire thing into my mouth and go to my phone. 1 Missed Call. I push play on the answering machine. It's PC. "It's gotten worse, I need you to get to the SOU." Me? Why just me? "Hurry," Beep. "Message erased. There are no new messages." Shit. Should have sprung for one that said the time. I ran outside and down the block, my shoes pounding on the sidewalk. I turn the corner and see Floyd's garage. I run straight inside the garage and swing into the transport. Start it. Pull it out. Floor it. The tires squeal. Down the streets swerving through cars. I whip into a parking spot and jump out the back not even bothering the door. Right into the lobby and fly up the stares to the meeting room. PC's sitting there along with a bunch of unseen admins and some mods.
"We need you," PC starts. "To find out what happened in the debate thread. Its gone down. Theres no communication in, or out."
"I'll get right to it." I said thinking I've got to get the group.
"Alone," Zed stresses.
Shit...


Chapter 3

I jog inside my house, pushing open the door. Walk to the cabinet and slide the huge stereo speaker out of the way. I reach my hand in and pull out a slip of paper. It reads in my almost illiterate handwriting '06, 39, 12'. I push the stereo back into place and slide the paper into my back pocket.
"Oh, six, thirty-nine, twelve" I repeat to myself as I lean down next to the cabinet. Push it slowly across my wood floor. Making a wicked screech. I grab the knob and swing it around. It clicks at every number. And I open it quickly. Grab my silenced M9. I rub it like you'd stroke a beautiful woman's hair from her face. And reach down, smiling deviously. Well there is going to be trouble. I slide on the spiked brass knuckles. And I've always wanted to use these baby's again. I slam the vault shut and push back the cabinet. The debate section never my favorite.

I turn down the road into the debate section. Almost deserted except for the few to-smart that roam into it time to time. Every section has an outpost, a command center. Run by the thread groupings, then the forums, and finally the site itself. I start there.

Walking across the parking lot I ready my weapons and pump myself up. Shaking loose, incase I have to run.

Time for meaningless destruction in the name of fun.

I ready myself and smash my boot into the door right next to the handle. It flies open and the impact of it hitting the wall throws it off two hinges. Anything in the debate section would have heard that and come running. Guess I can relax a little. The debate section is one of the smaller more unfrequented sections. Therefore it has low staff and a small, unsecure outpost. I step into the lobby and look at the empty nothingness. A desk, holding up an older shutoff moniter, several couches, and a set of stairs.
"Stairs it is." I laugh. Sarcasm. SPP's easiest humor, other than rascist and gay jokes. Sometimes fapping comes up. But I'm getting myself off track. I climb the stairs two at a time, slowly, aiming my M9 up at all times. I end up finding nothing but more computers in cubicles.

After freezing gay porn on all the computers. I begin to go back down the stairs. Only to be met with a slamming door and a barrage of bullets. What the hell?! I run back upstairs and tip over a desk. Hoping its reasonable cover for the shit to come.

"Upstairs, I'll be outside," I hear a strange voice say. Two sets of heavy feet step slowly up the stairs. Two unrecognizable noobs turn towards me lugging M60's.
"Out of date much assholes?" I fire two quick rounds into a knee of each of my attackers. Both go down long enough for me to crouch and shove the desk with my shoulder to slam them both right in the chin. They drop the guns. I stand up and smash ones face in with the brass knuckles. Blood splatters all over me and his buddy's face. I shoot the other one twice in each arm and leg.
"What the **** do you think your doing? Who sent you? What are they up to?" I say rapid fire.
"Im nt telin u" He replies in butchered english. The his face stretches into ten, twenty different emotions, finally settling on one I think means 'Shit I'm dead.' I pull the desk out a little more and repeatadly punch him in the stomach. Dark red blood flies everywhere as the noob screams.
"How about now?" I kick him in the gut for emphasis.
"No," he looks at me expecting death.
"I think you want to tell me," I shoot him in the other kneecap. He screams and gasps for breath. I end this with a quick kick to the jaw. He spits up some blood.
"No, Neve-" I slam my fist into his head. The brass knuckles stick deep in his skull. I let him fall limp and stand on him. One foot on his neck and pull. Jerking them out of his head. The blood quickly pools.
I hear a static sound, followed by "Get the job done yet? I didn't hear more gunshots? Do it by hand?"
I grab the walkie talke and press the button. "Mostly," I reply
"Who the hell is this?"
I walk over to the window to see a man by a black car out in the parking lot.
"Your new problem."


Chapter 4
The man sees me and jumps in his car. The driver floors it. I see a hand come out of the window. Hear shots and dive to the ground. The glass shatters onto me. I walk to the stairs stomping the noobs skull in on the way. I run back to my transport. Noticing my new bad ass speakers. I love that man. I start it and drive back to the SOU. I have to report this. And get back to my team.

"Paperclip," I rush. "Somethings going down. Something serious," I explain my entire 'fun time' in Debate.
"Interesting," he says seemingly as slow as possible.
"Paperclip. I have to get to my team. They should be meeting at my house by now. I have to go."
"Wait a second," he stops me halfway out the door. "Be careful."
"Don't worry about me," I say. "The 'team' needs some work. Todays the time for it. I'll be talking to you about your recommendations"

I see Scarecrow walking down the street. I slam on the brakes and open the other door. He starts to say something.
"Hey," I interrupt him. "Get in. I have two urgent things for the team."

We discuss over the next few hours. I wash off the blood and get cereal to eat. The team arrives at random intervals. All in all only missing Floyd. Thats what I was afraid of.
"Well what has everyone heard?" I begin
Silence.
"Ok, guys time to step up. We might not like everyone on the team. Shit, bubbles annoys me too." That gets a few laughs. Coldzero sits there and flips his knife. I walk over in front of him and snatch it away. He stands up to me. Rising above me enough for me to have to look up. I look him straight in the eyes for several seconds. Everyone around us is frozen, watching. I take the knife and throw it in the air a few inches switching the handle to the blade and throw with all my strength at the wall. It sticks several inches in.
"Pay attention, that goes for all of you" I walk back to the couch sitting next to Scarecrow and Ashlander. I stare at Coldzero until he sits down. Alright. "Anything you guys have? At all?"
Sumfink buts in, "theres been a lot of talk outside of Stickpage of something suspicious going on here."
"Good. Well we have something to do right now. And I have something to tell you guys."

After I'm done explaining my wonderful time in Debate. I tell them all we have to ship up and go to Floyd's. He's not being himself and he sure as hell would've noticed the transport gone by now. He practically lives in his garage. The door leads to his living room. I walk inside first carrying my M9, just incase. Everyone else is unarmed except Bubbes... A man walks into the living room. I aim at his chest.
"GET ON THE GROUND!"
"What?!?!?"
I walk over to him and kick the back of his knee.
"On the ground, what are you doing here?"
"This is my house" He says lying down on his chest.
"Stop lying! What are you doing here?"
"Screwing your mom! Guys??!!? HELP!"
"Guys?" It takes me a second. "Shit. Team secure the house." I pull out my brass knuckles. I've been fondly calling the 'persuasion'. After my noob interrogation attempt. "I'm pretty sure you don't know me."
"No I don't."
'SECURE' I hear from the other room. It echoes throughout the house. He must have tried to scare us. He's alone.
"I need to know where Floyd is."
"Gone. He's gone."
"Where?"
"Not telling."
I kick him over and slide the spikes across his neck.
"Welcome to hell my friend."


Chapter 5
I stand up from the pile of bloodied mangled flesh.
"I get cutting off his head. But why carve your name into him?" I hear a voice behind me say.
"Its a message." I stand up and turn around. I jump when I find myself face to face with Bubbles.
"Bubbles...? Wha-"
"MY NAMES NOT BUBBLES!" He lands a swift powerful kick to my side.
"Shit, guys! Bubbles crazy!" He punches me to the ground.
"We know" I hear Wartooth say. I'd be surprised if I wasn't getting my ass beat.
"Help!" Coldzero walks in.
"Calm down Bubbles," he says. His voice robotic. Bubbles turns to him. Ashamed.
"My names not Bubbles," he whispers staring at his feet.
'Its ok."
"Not...Bubbles" he whispers again.
"Damn man," I stand up rubbing my side. "Thanks..."
"No problem," Coldzero replies.
"What happened?"
"Split personality disorder. That was 'Ghostly' "
"Oh...." I walk over to him. "Is Bubbles back?" I whisper.
"Yes. And I'm still pissed at you no one touches my knife." He walks away. I walk over and slide open Floyd's drawers until I find some cooking gloves and I grab the body and set it on a carpet. Put his head in his hand and roll him up.
"Alright lets go everybody," I yell into the house carrying the carpet.
"Whats that?" Scarecrow says.
"The body I'm thinking about going to the Debate section to make a point."

After stopping quickly at a StickDepot (Think they could have got a better name for them.) I tie one rope I had recently bought around the body and slide the cans of spraypaint into my belt. Jumping back into the driver seat with the other rope.
"Alright everybody, whos got experience behind the can?"
Silence.
"No graf artists? Thats sad. Gotta spray alone..."

Scarecrow and Sumfink hold the rope I was attatched to. I repelled down the Debate sections outpost. Spraying 'Watch out for...' And 'Death by..." Above the hanging corpse with my name craved into it. I do one final smiley face. And tell them to pull me back up.
"Lets go see my work."

I laugh. "Pretty good if I do say so myself. Thats a good message. Anyone happen to know the time?"
"Yes. Its 9:57" Ashlander speaks up.
"Time to go see the big man" I hop in the transport. "Next stop. StickPage SOU. WHOO WHOO!" I fake pulling down a train horn and cocking my engeineer hat.


"So we have a talkitive group?" PC says after I explain our situation, carefully avoiding the defacing of his outpost.
"Yep" I say. "Basically only Scarecrow and Ashlander to be honest. We need to find Floyd though."
"I was getting to that. I think we know where he is."

RUiN
04-24-2010, 07:47 PM
Updates .

RUiN
04-24-2010, 07:47 PM
Updates . . . .

RUiN
04-24-2010, 07:48 PM
Yep. More updates.

RUiN
04-24-2010, 07:49 PM
Think fours enough.

Zero
04-25-2010, 10:01 AM
That's a lot of updates you got there.

RUiN
04-25-2010, 10:10 AM
Not as much as Devour and scarecrow's.

First chapters up!

Sacred
04-25-2010, 10:17 AM
Liking it so far. Keep it up.

Zero
04-25-2010, 10:18 AM
Nice first chapter. Interesting intro to a great story. Great work. =3

RUiN
04-25-2010, 10:18 AM
I was a little long for my liking. Thanks though. Chapter 2 is where it starts to get a little hairy. (Lol.)

Wartooth
04-25-2010, 10:33 AM
Very interesting, mate.
I can't wait to read more of it!

RUiN
04-25-2010, 10:43 AM
Haha, great I'll update some more tomorrow or later tonight.

Wartooth
04-25-2010, 12:51 PM
If you need help writing i'm always of use.

RUiN
04-25-2010, 02:31 PM
I'll keep it in mind, thanks.

Ashlander
04-25-2010, 02:43 PM
Me too. I can help write, or just help with ideas. I think i might start one too.

RUiN
04-25-2010, 02:45 PM
Keep you in mind too. I think you should go for an after. Because 3 stories at once is crowded.

Anything about the actual writing?

Ashlander
04-25-2010, 02:56 PM
Keep you in mind too. I think you should go for an after. Because 3 stories at once is crowded.
I thought about that, ill probably wait till after so i can maybe try to refrence the events from these stories anyway. Think im gunna reuse the concept i had for an old story a few years ago.


Anything about the actual writing?
The first chapter was awesome, just shorter then i was hoping for. =P

RUiN
04-25-2010, 03:00 PM
I thought about that, ill probably wait till after so i can maybe try to refrence the events from these stories anyway. Think im gunna reuse the concept i had for an old story a few years ago.


The first chapter was awesome, just shorter then i was hoping for. =P

Longer than I wanted to write just in the stickpage reply thing.

Floydyboy
04-25-2010, 06:15 PM
I was a little long for my liking. Thanks though. Chapter 2 is where it starts to get a little hairy. (Lol.)
Why? Do I give everyone wigs?

Tortuga
04-25-2010, 06:34 PM
The writing is very direct, not sure how i feel about it, but it works.

Also if you need a side character, i'm your man.

Devour
04-25-2010, 06:36 PM
Eh, three stories at once isn't crowded at all. The literature section is inactive anyways.

Floydyboy
04-25-2010, 06:40 PM
Oh, I forgot to tell you what kinds of weapons I use.

I use a Desert Eagle pistol, a machete/katana (whatever you think would suit me better) and a customized "Noob Hunter" shotgun.

Zero
04-25-2010, 07:04 PM
I forgot to tell you. I use this (http://www.gunslot.com/files/gunslot/images/58842.jpg). And this (http://www.myimagisims.net/81st-mag/the_knife.jpg). =3

Ashlander
04-25-2010, 07:57 PM
I think ill just stick with the M16 and .45

Thats a pretty ****in wicked knife.

Sacred
04-25-2010, 08:17 PM
You shaping up the next chapter?

RUiN
04-26-2010, 06:13 AM
Yep. It'll be out tonight after school. And devour I meant 3 stories all in the same time. We already have basically all the reasonably active members so Ashlander would have no cast.

And I'll put all your guys's shit on the 1st page in a sec.

Zero
04-26-2010, 09:27 AM
I definitely love you right now.

bubbles
04-26-2010, 10:22 AM
Totally awsome! ^^ Can't wait to hear more, allthough I hope my character doesn't act like a dog all the way through >.>

RUiN
04-26-2010, 06:55 PM
Haha. Your gonna hate the chapter then.


UPDATE
Chapter 2
"Well shit Floyd," I smile. "I love it!" I highfived him and went to check out my new military transport. Outside the SOU building. Parked like a normal streetcar.
"Figured you would," He says. "Shotgun!" And ran past Scarecrow right into the front seat. "You guys are in the back" He says smugly.
I turned around and watched each member file in.
"I'm thinking about adding something for you," He says putting his hand through the window and on the top.
"Like what?" I ask.
"You'll see swing by my house and drop me and the beast," He hits the roof. "Off and you'll see. You guys have work to do anyway."
"Alright man," I slid a little and made some nice tire marks on his driveway for good measure. I look back at the group. "You're all with me, let's go."

I opened the door to my house. Trying to be funny I bowed my head and raised my arm.
"My humble abode," I mumble in my best stuck up butler voice. No one laughed except scarecrow. And even that was quickly faded by the beans.
"Spit that in this," I toss him a milk jug. He cut the top off and set it down next to the lazyboy.
"Ok, we all have something important to do. Right?" I say sitting on the couch.
'Right' most of them said almost at the same time. Bubbles growled a little bit and rolled over.
"Ok, does anyone get this guy?" Ashlander butting in and stopping Bubbles' panting.
"No, but hes good." I reply. "Back on topic, we're all here to investigate whats happening to stickpage. Your all under my leadership. Even though I hate to think that way, this is a team. We'll be back to back fighting before we leave eachother." I spewed some military nonsense. This is probably going to be a quick mission. "This might just be reconassaince for all I know but we might get into a firefight or two. I can trust most of you. Maybe not you Bubbles," I smile and pat his head. He stands up and walks away talking under his breath. "Ok, definately not him. Well honestly, I don't know whats going on, and I think thats why PC recommended you, Scarecrow. Have anything for us?"
"Well there's been talk of a spam attack, a bot attack and everything else of the like. Well us NTF's think its just a bunch. But all the relatively stupid people who aren't noobs and all the pessimistic ones think somethings going down. It might be an inside job for all I know, but Stickpage might very well be in some danger." He says.
"Alright guys. Heres what I've got for you. Blend in. Find out what you can. Report back to this house everyday at one hour more than before so we can't be tracked. And you all arrive at different times. Which will obviously help. I'll see all you guys tomorrow."
I opened the door and watched them file out. Said 'bye' or 'later' to everyone trying to be as casual as possible. I walk over to my phone. Dial Floyd and he answers after a few rings.
"Hello?" He says
"Hey, I wanted to know when the transport would be done."
"Tomorrow, I'll call you when its time."
"Alright."
"Anythin else?"
"No I guess not"
"Bye."
"B-" He hangs up the phone, kind of awkward, little rude. Somethings probably wrong. I'll go over there tomorrow. Well hopefully tomorrow everyones acts up. This 'team' thing isn't working out to well. I layed down on the couch and and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. Pushed a button towards my stereo. Metal. Good. I fell asleep in seconds.

The sun shining through my shades wakes me up. I look at the clock. Oh crap. 11:27. Really? I jump up and run to my bathroom grabbing another shirt and spraying some cologne. I put the shirt on and run into my kitchen, grabbing an apple. Gross, dude. I throw that against the wall. And grab some go-gurt out of the fridge. I squirt the entire thing into my mouth and go to my phone. 1 Missed Call. I push play on the answering machine. It's PC. "It's gotten worse, I need you to get to the SOU." Me? Why just me? "Hurry," Beep. "Message erased. There are no new messages." Shit. Should have sprung for one that said the time. I ran outside and down the block, my shoes pounding on the sidewalk. I turn the corner and see Floyd's garage. I run straight inside the garage and swing into the transport. Start it. Pull it out. Floor it. The tires squeal. Down the streets swerving through cars. I whip into a parking spot and jump out the back not even bothering the door. Right into the lobby and fly up the stares to the meeting room. PC's sitting there along with a bunch of unseen admins and some mods.
"We need you," PC starts. "To find out what happened in the debate thread. Its gone down. Theres no communication in, or out."
"I'll get right to it." I said thinking I've got to get the group.
"Alone," Zed stresses.
Shit...


Lack of character reference. Till next chapter. Lol. Thanks everybody.

Zero
04-26-2010, 08:53 PM
Great chapter 2. Keep up the good work. ^_^

Sumfink
04-26-2010, 08:53 PM
Bubbles is turning out to be awesome.

And I suppose this next chapter will be mostly just you, because you have to FACE THE DEBATE THREAD ALONE MUAHAHA.

Sacred
04-26-2010, 08:58 PM
I want to see where this leads.

Sumfink
04-26-2010, 08:59 PM
I want to see where this leads.

http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/6194/assassinated.png
Edit: One minute. Fucking ninja'd bitch.

Sacred
04-26-2010, 09:00 PM
http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/6194/assassinated.png

http://www.mzzt.net/tf2/1F0103/unusedexplosion/FC0516/You%20exploded./default/%A0.png

Sumfink
04-26-2010, 09:04 PM
Meh, oh well. It was fun anyways.

Zero
04-26-2010, 09:06 PM
Meh, oh well. It was fun anyways.


http://www.mzzt.net/tf2/1F0103/unusedexplosion/FC0516/You%20exploded./default/%A0.png


http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/6194/assassinated.png
Edit: One minute. Fucking ninja'd bitch.
Stop spamming his thread with these stuff.

RUiN
04-27-2010, 06:07 AM
That my dear was spamming too.

Third will involve mostly only my conceited ass. Lol

Scarecrow
04-27-2010, 06:39 AM
i'm liking it so far, i want to see my guy pull some bad ass shit now B)

bubbles
04-27-2010, 09:35 AM
Wouldn't it be awsome if I turned out to be a total bad-ass in combat (please do this).
I'm loving it so far and can't wait for chapter 3.

Zero
04-27-2010, 09:54 AM
And could it be that i'll stop bubbles if he's gonna be out of control. Pwetty pwease. :3

Sacred
04-27-2010, 11:02 AM
Requests never make it that far if you beg guys. Let him work and he'll make you awesome himself. Why else are you being involved in a team that is to pull off some crazy shit?

bubbles
04-27-2010, 11:06 AM
Requests never make it that far if you beg guys. Let him work and he'll make you awesome himself. Why else are you being involved in a team that is to pull off some crazy shit?
Hehe, so true ^^
He can just do what he wan't with him and I'll be fine with that.

Zed
04-27-2010, 11:30 AM
Sorry if I missed something, but where did I come from? One moment you're listening to Paperclip and suddenly it's me talking. Or was the point that I was with PC when he was recording the message? Or was I standing behind you when you were listening? Apart from the ambiguity there it's a nice story though.

Ashlander
04-27-2010, 03:46 PM
We should keep a muzzle on bubbles, and keep him tied up... then just unleash him on our enemies! =D

RUiN
04-27-2010, 04:49 PM
Sorry if I missed something, but where did I come from? One moment you're listening to Paperclip and suddenly it's me talking. Or was the point that I was with PC when he was recording the message? Or was I standing behind you when you were listening? Apart from the ambiguity there it's a nice story though.

You were in the SOU meeting room with other mods and admins. Like I said.


We should keep a muzzle on bubbles, and keep him tied up... then just unleash him on our enemies! =D

Haha.

Suggestions do get annoying though guys.

BTW everyones a badass in combat. You'll all see.



UPDATES Chapter 3
I jog inside my house, pushing open the door. Walk to the cabinet and slide the huge stereo speaker out of the way. I reach my hand in and pull out a slip of paper. It reads in my almost illiterate handwriting '06, 39, 12'. I push the stereo back into place and slide the paper into my back pocket.
"Oh, six, thirty-nine, twelve" I repeat to myself as I lean down next to the cabinet. Push it slowly across my wood floor. Making a wicked screech. I grab the knob and swing it around. It clicks at every number. And I open it quickly. Grab my silenced M9. I rub it like you'd stroke a beautiful woman's hair from her face. And reach down, smiling deviously. Well there is going to be trouble. I slide on the spiked brass knuckles. And I've always wanted to use these baby's again. I slam the vault shut and push back the cabinet. The debate section never my favorite.

I turn down the road into the debate section. Almost deserted except for the few to-smart that roam into it time to time. Every section has an outpost, a command center. Run by the thread groupings, then the forums, and finally the site itself. I start there.

Walking across the parking lot I ready my weapons and pump myself up. Shaking loose, incase I have to run.

Time for meaningless destruction in the name of fun.

I ready myself and smash my boot into the door right next to the handle. It flies open and the impact of it hitting the wall throws it off two hinges. Anything in the debate section would have heard that and come running. Guess I can relax a little. The debate section is one of the smaller more unfrequented sections. Therefore it has low staff and a small, unsecure outpost. I step into the lobby and look at the empty nothingness. A desk, holding up an older shutoff moniter, several couches, and a set of stairs.
"Stairs it is." I laugh. Sarcasm. SPP's easiest humor, other than rascist and gay jokes. Sometimes fapping comes up. But I'm getting myself off track. I climb the stairs two at a time, slowly, aiming my M9 up at all times. I end up finding nothing but more computers in cubicles.

After freezing gay porn on all the computers. I begin to go back down the stairs. Only to be met with a slamming door and a barrage of bullets. What the hell?! I run back upstairs and tip over a desk. Hoping its reasonable cover for the shit to come.

"Upstairs, I'll be outside," I hear a strange voice say. Two sets of heavy feet step slowly up the stairs. Two unrecognizable noobs turn towards me lugging M60's.
"Out of date much assholes?" I fire two quick rounds into a knee of each of my attackers. Both go down long enough for me to crouch and shove the desk with my shoulder to slam them both right in the chin. They drop the guns. I stand up and smash ones face in with the brass knuckles. Blood splatters all over me and his buddy's face. I shoot the other one twice in each arm and leg.
"What the **** do you think your doing? Who sent you? What are they up to?" I say rapid fire.
"Im nt telin u" He replies in butchered english. The his face stretches into ten, twenty different emotions, finally settling on one I think means 'Shit I'm dead.' I pull the desk out a little more and repeatadly punch him in the stomach. Dark red blood flies everywhere as the noob screams.
"How about now?" I kick him in the gut for emphasis.
"No," he looks at me expecting death.
"I think you want to tell me," I shoot him in the other kneecap. He screams and gasps for breath. I end this with a quick kick to the jaw. He spits up some blood.
"No, Neve-" I slam my fist into his head. The brass knuckles stick deep in his skull. I let him fall limp and stand on him. One foot on his neck and pull. Jerking them out of his head. The blood quickly pools.
I hear a static sound, followed by "Get the job done yet? I didn't hear more gunshots? Do it by hand?"
I grab the walkie talke and press the button. "Mostly," I reply
"Who the hell is this?"
I walk over to the window to see a man by a black car out in the parking lot.
"Your new problem,"

Sumfink
04-27-2010, 06:07 PM
I really love the description of your M9. Something everyone on SPP probably wishes they were doing right now lol.


Sarcasm. SPP's easiest humor, other than rascist and gay jokes.
Very true.


"Im nt telin u" He replies in butchered english.
Somehow that reminds me so much of xstorm999.

All these little in-jokes and typically SPish things your char does, that's what makes it great.

Also, I'm very curious to see what you do with a guy who wields a lamp and speaks in the 3rd person.

RUiN
04-27-2010, 06:11 PM
I already have a dogman. And that my friend is easy

Sumfink
04-27-2010, 06:18 PM
Touche.

I'm still curious though.

Wartooth
04-27-2010, 10:39 PM
You attention whore.:)

I like all the inside jokes and such.
I can't wait to see when it really starts picking up and everyone gets involved.
You, sir, have made me stay active on SPP.

Zero
04-28-2010, 05:01 AM
I stand up and smash ones face in with the brass knuckles. Blood splatters all over me and his buddy's face. I shoot the other one twice in each arm and leg.
"What the **** do you think your doing? Who sent you? What are they up to?" I say rapid fire.
"Im nt telin u" He replies in butchered english. The his face stretches into ten, twenty different emotions, finally settling on one I think means 'Shit I'm dead.' I pull the desk out a little more and repeatadly punch him in the stomach. Dark red blood flies everywhere as the noob screams.
"How about now?" I kick him in the gut for emphasis.
"No," he looks at me expecting death.
"I think you want to tell me," I shoot him in the other kneecap. He screams and gasps for breath. I end this with a quick kick to the jaw. He spits up some blood.
"No, Neve-" I slam my fist into his head. The brass knuckles stick deep in his skull. I let him fall limp and stand on him. One foot on his neck and pull. Jerking them out of his head. The blood quickly pools.

Bad-ass man!

RUiN
04-28-2010, 06:08 AM
You attention whore.:)

I like all the inside jokes and such.
I can't wait to see when it really starts picking up and everyone gets involved.
You, sir, have made me stay active on SPP.

Haha, yep :). And I appreciate your enthusiasm on it. Its going pretty well as far as I can tell.


Bad-ass man!

I know. Haha

EDiT- Epic ass sig FTW?

Zero
04-28-2010, 06:22 AM
Epic! Hey just a question. What's FTW? **** the what?

bubbles
04-28-2010, 08:43 AM
You were in the SOU meeting room with other mods and admins. Like I said.



Haha.

Suggestions do get annoying though guys.

BTW everyones a badass in combat. You'll all see.



UPDATES Chapter 3
I jog inside my house, pushing open the door. Walk to the cabinet and slide the huge stereo speaker out of the way. I reach my hand in and pull out a slip of paper. It reads in my almost illiterate handwriting '06, 39, 12'. I push the stereo back into place and slide the paper into my back pocket.
"Oh, six, thirty-nine, twelve" I repeat to myself as I lean down next to the cabinet. Push it slowly across my wood floor. Making a wicked screech. I grab the knob and swing it around. It clicks at every number. And I open it quickly. Grab my silenced M9. I rub it like you'd stroke a beautiful woman's hair from her face. And reach down, smiling deviously. Well there is going to be trouble. I slide on the spiked brass knuckles. And I've always wanted to use these baby's again. I slam the vault shut and push back the cabinet. The debate section never my favorite.

I turn down the road into the debate section. Almost deserted except for the few to-smart that roam into it time to time. Every section has an outpost, a command center. Run by the thread groupings, then the forums, and finally the site itself. I start there.

Walking across the parking lot I ready my weapons and pump myself up. Shaking loose, incase I have to run.

Time for meaningless destruction in the name of fun.

I ready myself and smash my boot into the door right next to the handle. It flies open and the impact of it hitting the wall throws it off two hinges. Anything in the debate section would have heard that and come running. Guess I can relax a little. The debate section is one of the smaller more unfrequented sections. Therefore it has low staff and a small, unsecure outpost. I step into the lobby and look at the empty nothingness. A desk, holding up an older shutoff moniter, several couches, and a set of stairs.
"Stairs it is." I laugh. Sarcasm. SPP's easiest humor, other than rascist and gay jokes. Sometimes fapping comes up. But I'm getting myself off track. I climb the stairs two at a time, slowly, aiming my M9 up at all times. I end up finding nothing but more computers in cubicles.

After freezing gay porn on all the computers. I begin to go back down the stairs. Only to be met with a slamming door and a barrage of bullets. What the hell?! I run back upstairs and tip over a desk. Hoping its reasonable cover for the shit to come.

"Upstairs, I'll be outside," I hear a strange voice say. Two sets of heavy feet step slowly up the stairs. Two unrecognizable noobs turn towards me lugging M60's.
"Out of date much assholes?" I fire two quick rounds into a knee of each of my attackers. Both go down long enough for me to crouch and shove the desk with my shoulder to slam them both right in the chin. They drop the guns. I stand up and smash ones face in with the brass knuckles. Blood splatters all over me and his buddy's face. I shoot the other one twice in each arm and leg.
"What the **** do you think your doing? Who sent you? What are they up to?" I say rapid fire.
"Im nt telin u" He replies in butchered english. The his face stretches into ten, twenty different emotions, finally settling on one I think means 'Shit I'm dead.' I pull the desk out a little more and repeatadly punch him in the stomach. Dark red blood flies everywhere as the noob screams.
"How about now?" I kick him in the gut for emphasis.
"No," he looks at me expecting death.
"I think you want to tell me," I shoot him in the other kneecap. He screams and gasps for breath. I end this with a quick kick to the jaw. He spits up some blood.
"No, Neve-" I slam my fist into his head. The brass knuckles stick deep in his skull. I let him fall limp and stand on him. One foot on his neck and pull. Jerking them out of his head. The blood quickly pools.
I hear a static sound, followed by "Get the job done yet? I didn't hear more gunshots? Do it by hand?"
I grab the walkie talke and press the button. "Mostly," I reply
"Who the hell is this?"
I walk over to the window to see a man by a black car out in the parking lot.
"Your new problem,"Aah man, that was better than the previous two chapters (maybe because of the violence?) I'm really anxious to hear more.
Oh and coldzero: FTW stands for "for the win"

RUiN
04-28-2010, 04:22 PM
Yes. And please don't quote the entire chapter. Speaking of chapters.

UPDATE

Chapter 4
The man sees me and jumps in his car. The driver floors it. I see a hand come out of the window. Hear shots and dive to the ground. The glass shatters onto me. I walk to the stairs stomping the noobs skull in on the way. I run back to my transport. Noticing my new bad ass speakers. I love that man. I start it and drive back to the SOU. I have to report this. And get back to my team.

"Paperclip," I rush. "Somethings going down. Something serious," I explain my entire 'fun time' in Debate.
"Interesting," he says seemingly as slow as possible.
"Paperclip. I have to get to my team. They should be meeting at my house by now. I have to go."
"Wait a second," he stops me halfway out the door. "Be careful."
"Don't worry about me," I say. "The 'team' needs some work. Todays the time for it. I'll be talking to you about your recommendations"

I see Scarecrow walking down the street. I slam on the brakes and open the other door. He starts to say something.
"Hey," I interrupt him. "Get in. I have two urgent things for the team."

We discuss over the next few hours. I wash off the blood and get cereal to eat. The team arrives at random intervals. All in all only missing Floyd. Thats what I was afraid of.
"Well what has everyone heard?" I begin
Silence.
"Ok, guys time to step up. We might not like everyone on the team. Shit, bubbles annoys me too." That gets a few laughs. Coldzero sits there and flips his knife. I walk over in front of him and snatch it away. He stands up to me. Rising above me enough for me to have to look up. I look him straight in the eyes for several seconds. Everyone around us is frozen, watching. I take the knife and throw it in the air a few inches switching the handle to the blade and throw with all my strength at the wall. It sticks several inches in.
"Pay attention, that goes for all of you" I walk back to the couch sitting next to Scarecrow and Ashlander. I stare at Coldzero until he sits down. Alright. "Anything you guys have? At all?"
Sumfink buts in, "theres been a lot of talk outside of Stickepage of something suspicious going on here."
"Good. Well we have something to do right now. And I have something to tell you guys."

After I'm done explaining my wonderful time in Debate. I tell them all we have to ship up and go to Floyd's. He's not being himself and he sure as hell would've noticed the transport gone by now. He practically lives in his garage. The door leads to his living room. I walk inside first carrying my M9, just incase. Everyone else is unarmed except Bubbes... A man walks into the living room. I aim at his chest.
"GET ON THE GROUND!"
"What?!?!?"
I walk over to him and kick the back of his knee.
"On the ground, what are you doing here?"
"This is my house" He says lying down on his chest.
"Stop lying! What are you doing here?"
"Screwing your mom! Guys??!!? HELP!"
"Guys?" It takes me a second. "Shit. Team secure the house." I pull out my brass knuckles. I've been fondly calling the 'persuasion'. After my noob interrogation attempt. "I'm pretty sure you don't know me."
"No I don't."
'SECURE' I hear from the other room. It echoes throughout the house. He must have tried to scare us. He's alone.
"I need to know where Floyd is."
"Gone. He's gone."
"Where?"
"Not telling."
I kick him over and slide the spikes across his neck.
"Welcome to hell my friend."


Definately not as long. But theres more violence to come in 5 and 6.

Wartooth
04-28-2010, 06:23 PM
Hmm, this is definitely interesting,
I like where this is going. You humble me my good sir! :D

Sumfink
04-28-2010, 07:05 PM
Now why would you be such a meanie to some random guy who walked into your house while you were in the middle of a top-secret meeting?

...oh wait.

RUiN
04-28-2010, 07:20 PM
Not my house. Floyds. And you'll see how mean I get when I update it hahaha.


Hmm, this is definitely interesting,
I like where this is going. You humble me my good sir! :D

Thanks man. :D

Zero
04-28-2010, 08:51 PM
Stickepage
Sorry to be a disturbance and all but you spelled Stickpage wrong. Although nice story. I just hope none of us gets killed. Keep up the good work! ^_^

Ashlander
04-28-2010, 08:56 PM
I noticed a few spelling mistakes. But none really bugged me.

Floydyboy
04-29-2010, 12:20 AM
Sorry to be a disturbance and all but you spelled Stickpage wrong. Although nice story. I just hope none of us gets killed. Keep up the good work! ^_^

I think I'm already dead..............

Zero
04-29-2010, 12:28 AM
Damn .

Floydyboy
04-29-2010, 12:34 AM
Damn .
Why damn? I thought I was SPPs most hated member!

Zero
04-29-2010, 12:36 AM
I thought it was Residentevilrocks?

Ashlander
04-29-2010, 12:39 AM
I thought it was mattiswin.

Floydyboy
04-29-2010, 12:40 AM
I thought it was Residentevilrocks?
Oh, right. Forgot about him.

Might I ask why the hell am I not there?

Sacred
04-29-2010, 12:41 AM
People you need to be patient. The chapter will be released soon enough.

Zero
04-29-2010, 12:54 AM
Oh, right. Forgot about him.

Might I ask why the hell am I not there?
Hey, you're missing. Which means more suspense for you. Be happy for what RUiN is giving to us.

RUiN
04-29-2010, 06:16 AM
Prepare for the longest reply quote message ever.


Sorry to be a disturbance and all but you spelled Stickpage wrong. Although nice story. I just hope none of us gets killed. Keep up the good work! ^_^

Thanks and I know I'm just using cheap wordpad.

I noticed a few spelling mistakes. But none really bugged me.

Same here. If you really feel like poining them out I'll fix them.


I think I'm already dead..............

No sir. You obviously can't be since you alive in sacreds story >:P Duh haha. Jk

Damn .

Yep.


Why damn? I thought I was SPPs most hated member!

Hardly.


I thought it was Residentevilrocks?

He multiple accounted so. sure.


I thought it was mattiswin.

Yes it is. Now stop spamming my thread before I burn all of your testicles off.


Oh, right. Forgot about him.

Might I ask why the hell am I not there?

You'll see soon enough.

People you need to be patient. The chapter will be released soon enough.

Thanks buddy.


Hey, you're missing. Which means more suspense for you. Be happy for what RUiN is giving to us.

This.

Well now thats all out of my system. Updates tonight. Probably two chapters.

Zero
04-29-2010, 06:45 AM
It is the longest multi-quote I've ever seen.

Devour
04-29-2010, 06:46 AM
I've done larger before, I think. :>

Zero
04-29-2010, 06:51 AM
You didn't update the first page with chapter 4.

bubbles
04-29-2010, 11:05 AM
I just hope none of us gets killed. Keep up the good work! ^_^I wouldn't mind deing. Anyway I like the new chapter even though it's a little short ^^

RUiN
04-29-2010, 04:22 PM
I've done larger before, I think. :>

Just wait I'll go for the record.


You didn't update the first page with chapter 4.

Didn't have time, will in a sec.


I wouldn't mind deing. Anyway I like the new chapter even though it's a little short ^^

You can die later. Chapter 5 so far your a key part.

RUiN
04-29-2010, 05:10 PM
UPDATES.

Chapter 5
I stand up from the pile of bloodied mangled flesh.
"I get cutting off his head. But why carve your name into him?" I hear a voice behind me say.
"Its a message." I stand up and turn around. I jump when I find myself face to face with Bubbles.
"Bubbles...? Wha-"
"MY NAMES NOT BUBBLES!" He lands a swift powerful kick to my side.
"Shit, guys! Bubbles crazy!" He punches me to the ground.
"We know" I hear Wartooth say. I'd be surprised if I wasn't getting my ass beat.
"Help!" Coldzero walks in.
"Calm down Bubbles," he says. His voice robotic. Bubbles turns to him. Ashamed.
"My names not Bubbles," he whispers staring at his feet.
'Its ok."
"Not...Bubbles" he whispers again.
"Damn man," I stand up rubbing my side. "Thanks..."
"No problem," Coldzero replies.
"What happened?"
"Split personality disorder. That was 'Ghostly' "
"Oh...." I walk over to him. "Is Bubbles back?" I whisper.
"Yes. And I'm still pissed at you no one touches my knife." He walks away. I walk over and slide open Floyd's drawers until I find some cooking gloves and I grab the body and set it on a carpet. Put his head in his hand and roll him up.
"Alright lets go everybody," I yell into the house carrying the carpet.
"Whats that?" Scarecrow says.
"The body I'm thinking about going to the Debate section to make a point."

After stopping quickly at a StickDepot (Think they could have got a better name for them.) I tie one rope I had recently bought around the body and slide the cans of spraypaint into my belt. Jumping back into the driver seat with the other rope.
"Alright everybody, whos got experience behind the can?"
Silence.
"No graf artists? Thats sad. Gotta spray alone..."

Scarecrow and Sumfink hold the rope I was attatched to. I repelled down the Debate sections outpost. Spraying 'Watch out for...' And 'Death by..." Above the hanging corpse with my name craved into it. I do one final smiley face. And tell them to pull me back up.
"Lets go see my work."

I laugh. "Pretty good if I do say so myself. Thats a good message. Anyone happen to know the time?"
"Yes. Its 9:57" Ashlander speaks up.
"Time to go see the big man" I hop in the transport. "Next stop. StickPage SOU. WHOO WHOO!" I fake pulling down a train horn and cocking my engineer hat.


"So we have a talkitive group?" PC says after I explain our situation, carefully avoiding the defacing of his outpost.
"Yep" I say. "Basically only Scarecrow and Ashlander to be honest. We need to find Floyd though."
"I was getting to that. I think we know where he is."



Short chapter. Setting up for the action to come guys.

Sumfink
04-29-2010, 08:29 PM
So Floyd is either going to have a really kickass major part, or will never be seen again until like the last chapter. :P

Hmm...

Zero
04-29-2010, 09:28 PM
I do one final smiley face.
I Laughed at this part. Good job man. xD

Sacred
04-29-2010, 10:46 PM
Well seeing as how this is a background of mine, and I have Floydy in mine....OH NO I'VE SAID TO MUCH!!

Floydyboy
04-30-2010, 12:04 AM
Yes it is. Now stop spamming my thread before I burn all of your testicles off.

Sigged, man.

I just hope I get to do some crazy shit.