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.

I want to see where this leads.

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I want to see where this leads.

Edit: One minute. Fucking ninja'd bitch.

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Meh, oh well. It was fun anyways.

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Meh, oh well. It was fun anyways.

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Edit: One minute. Fucking ninja'd bitch.

Stop spamming his thread with these stuff.

That my dear was spamming too.

Third will involve mostly only my conceited ass. Lol

i'm liking it so far, i want to see my guy pull some bad ass shit now B)

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.

And could it be that i'll stop bubbles if he's gonna be out of control. Pwetty pwease. :3

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?

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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.

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.

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

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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.

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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.



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,"