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Post by JeanLuc on Mar 1, 2004 21:18:30 GMT -5
JL spawned inside a building in Egypt. He ran out, bullets raining over his head. He jumped into a large plane with four propellers and took off. He found the source of the lead and dropped a bomb. The germans saw him overhead and he saluted. Suddenly there was a massive explosion as the bomb hit it's intended target.
JL went back and landed his massive jet...
TO BE CONTINUED
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Post by Kid Game on Mar 1, 2004 21:44:51 GMT -5
JL had used his giant jet to destroy a ton of germans. His mission was complete. Or so he thought.
He landed his jet and went into his private quarters. He turned on his computer to check email and found something urgent right up front. He opened the letter to read it.
He saw a satellite photograph. The photo showed a bunch of italian tanks and bombers as well as loads of ground troops heading in the direction of JL's immediate area.
The Italian units didn't know where JL was. JL didn't even know if they were after him. JL did know that those tanks weren't coming over to give him a friendly hello. He had to do something.
Those tanks were edging closer and would arrive near JLs position within a day most likely without interruption.
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Post by Commando on Mar 13, 2004 17:50:34 GMT -5
Commando led his Italian squad around the small village. Commando was carrying an STG and the Italians all had panzerfausts and steilhiengrenades. Commando saw Jean in a building and had his Italians blow the building to shreds in an instant. When the smoke cleared, nothing was left of the structure.
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Post by Kid Game on Mar 24, 2004 9:50:20 GMT -5
Commando was happy. He thought that his squad of italian soldiers had killed Jean Luc but that wasn't the case. As he searched the rubble of the building the body was that of a civilian.
Commando cursed and then continued looking for Jean Luc. Suddenly a squad of german villagers appeared alongside of a roadblock of tanks. The villagers were equipped with M-16s and AK-47s and some had Grenade Launchers.
At first the villagers just stood there but without warning they raised their weapons and fired. The german tanks were taking out the italian tanks. The german soldiers were taking out most of commandos troops. There were casualties on each side but commando lost more people and tanks. The germans only lost 27% of their squad whereas commando lost 93% of his squad.
Commando was now in a retreat or stay and die situation. What was he to do now?
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Post by Commando on Mar 24, 2004 21:08:22 GMT -5
Why would the Germans attack my Italians?
Why did the Germans have modern weapons?
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Post by DaBomb on Mar 24, 2004 21:37:13 GMT -5
I'll take Commando's side, just to be different.
*assembles several thousand men to attack Malaya*
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Post by DaBomb on Mar 24, 2004 22:22:12 GMT -5
The Japanese flooded into their dispersement ships as Da Bomb urged them on, and fired several T-99 bullets into they air as they ran. These troops would need a serious adrenaline drive and a rush of courage for them to topple the mighty naval base of Malaya.
Finally, after all of the 2,500 Oriental soldiers had loaded up, Da Bomb toured his ship, and for the first time met his new personel.
"Captain Atsuya, I must say your loading protocols and overall security on this armarda of Naval vessels has been outstanding so far," Da Bomb complimented, appreciative of the formality and tight security, "With a crew like this, you cannot help but feel in an optomistc mood."
Atsuya saluted, "Thankyou, good sir. It is an honour to finally meet you," he replied, "And I hope with your guidance we can topple those Australians and Americans down at Malaya."
"Don't worry, Captain," Da Bomb assured, "We will go home with a victory this night!"
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Post by Commando on Mar 25, 2004 17:42:25 GMT -5
"They've betrayed us!" yelled commando to his Italians. Apparently the Germans who were supposed to be his allies had betrayed him. Commando and the Italians ran to a ditch and gunned down some German villagers. Then he tossed an Italian captain a silenced Bereta and told him to take out the village leader. The Italian captain snuck out of the ditch, dodged an round of bullets, and put a clip in the German neck. The villager struggled around for a moment, a fountain of blood spewing from his throat, then collapsed. The Italian captain then ran out of the way to dodge some gunfire from lugers.
Meanwhile a German patrol from Rommel himself marched into the village and helped commando and his Italians kill the rebelious villagers. The villagers surrendered in an hour when commando threw a steilhandgrenade into a large cluster, blowing shrapnel in their bodies. Commando and his men rounded up the rebels and shot them all in a ditch. They had won.
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Post by DaBomb on Mar 25, 2004 21:47:15 GMT -5
Does this have to be entirely accurate, because Malaya was taken by the Japanese in 1941.
Oh, well:
"Quick!" Da Bomb hissed quietly as he gestured for a second squadron of troops to surround the outer perimeter of the first naval port.
As more Japanese moved in, and located cover behind rocks, trees or even just the thick plants that littered the entire island. There was little movement inside the compound, but Da Bomb was sure the British and Chinese were ready for a surprise attack similar to this. But were they ready for the numbers they would face in due course? That was the advantge he had, and that was the advantage he would use to its full capacity until the island base was taken.
The Gewehr Sniper was a sleek rifle deisgned specifically by the best German engineers to take out anyone at very long range with pinpoint accuracy. Da Bomb cradled the weapon, appreciating the armaments he and his soldiers had been given, before he raised it to his eye and searched for a target. As a line of snipers found cover around the compound, several more squadrons of 20 Japanese troops prepared to charge. They just needed a sign....
Da Bomb finally found a lone Brit, pacing back and forth from a small fixed machine gun turret (protected by a wall of sandbags) and a small arms depot. Finally, after he told several nearby troops to take out the machine gunner, he fired...
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Post by Commando on Mar 26, 2004 19:39:29 GMT -5
Commando and his Italians and Germans proceeded out of the almost empty village and began heading across the open desert. The convoy was mostly jeeps and halftracks, with a few tanks and trucks as well. Colonel Commando took a chug out of canteen and looked at the new Iron Cross awarded t him by Rommel for holding the village. Commando put the cross on his uniform and told the driver of the jeep in front to stop. The convoy stopped and commando got out to refill his canteen in a nearby stream, along with all of the other men.
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Post by DaBomb on Mar 26, 2004 19:54:36 GMT -5
Multiple targets immediately dropped to the floor as a wave of sniper rounds smashed into them with brilliant accuracy. A second wave soon followed, taking out more surprised Brits, as the close quarter officers leapt from their cover and dashed into the compound. Da Bomb dropped his sniper rifle and followed.
In he dashed, strafing to avoid gunfire, until the two armies clashed, and began to battle at point-blank range. The Japanese, along with their bayonets, began to slash away at the British stationed at Malaya, while Da Bomb called for a second squad to enter the compound and begin to wreack havoc.
A single enemy bolted toward Da Bomb, with a knifeb in his left hand, but he was quickly subdued by the latter with a blow to the head. As Da Bomb fired multiple shots into the sternom of the aforementioned soldier, a small band of British tropos swarmed from out the armoury and gunned down the Japanese attackers, evenng up the losses at that pont.
DB growled at the act, and immediately dashed over to the band, taking down many with each shot from his T-30, until he himself was taken down. It was an interesting sensation; as the bullet ripped through Da Bomb's shoulder, causing an agonizing yelp from the target and knocking him to the ground, there was a sudden serge of pain, but seconds after, a warm giddy feeling as adrenaline rushed through his body.
Da Bomb slowly tugged at his pistol, groaning with disorientation as blood poured from his shoulder, until it finally came free. The entire clip of 8mm bullets was emptied on another British troop, looking to take advantage of the wounded adversary and put him down for good.
The battle wore on, but with the help of the snipers, the outer compound of Malaya was seized by Da Bomb and his troops. As the buildings were burned, information about allied movements taken and spare weapons stolen, Da Bomb smiled with complacement as he recieved treatment on his injured shoulder.
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Post by DaBomb on Mar 26, 2004 20:26:33 GMT -5
Da Bomb stepped up to the microphone on the stage, and waited for a few short moments as the crowd of Japanese people began to quiet. His arm was still in a sling from his earlier fight, but the injury was hidden by a thick, grand cloak that fell over his shoulders like a curtain.
"People of Japan," Da Bomb spoke through the microphone in Japanese, "I am sure that such diligent people already know of the victory in Malaya," he continued, complementing the citizens to gain yet more support and loyalty.
As the crowd cheered, he continued, "But we have yet to reveal our next plan of action. A new world power is growing, a newborn child, as it were, that will finally govern the entire world with supreme control," he announced, "And of course, those loyal to the axis powers will have the best treatment possible. But, these next few months of war will be difficult, for the allied b*stards continue their air raids and attacks on this wonderful country, but I assure you, Japan, and the axis powers, will win this war!"
Every crowd member, as well as millions watching the broadcast, began a standing ovation.
"To victory!"
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Post by DaBomb on Mar 27, 2004 17:28:10 GMT -5
All was quiet on no-man's-land. The barren, muddy wasteland that existed between the extensive French and German trench lines had not seen a battle in over a week, and the troops on both sides were becoming exhausted and impatient.
Schütze Dietmar Schwartz became increasingly aggravated with every passing moment he stood, glaring through his sniper scope with weary eyes, expecting something to come. Yet, he had not fired a single shot within days; only when he and his fellow officers had created competitions to shoot down the most crows flying above had Schwartz unloaded a clip or two, but now that all life within miles had been exterminated by the German "Heer" (Imperial army), or so it seemed, the Germans were becoming irritated and unfocussed.
After a further 3 hours of scanning the area, Schwartz was relieved of his duties and was able to finally get some rest. He proceeded to the Southern trench, where the main social area had been created. He strolled inside the makeshift room created from piles of sandbags and scrap planks of wood, to find several fellow Germans sharing war stories, talking about their girlfriends and eating their scraps of rations.
"I'm beginning to think those French have simply run off," Schwartz expressed to his superior officer, Hauptman (Captain) Franz Kahn, "Maybe they just ran away, and left us to starve here, in these d**n trenches."
"Or worse," Kahn replied as an officer suffering from gangrene was taken off on a stretcher by several German doctors.
"When do you think we will begin another attack?" Schwartz asked, wanting to spill more allied blood.
"Dietmar, you are young, bold and zealous," Franz Kahn complimented, "But you must realize that war is not just about the killing; we have to wait, and hope they become impatient quicker than us. It is always easier to defend these trenches than it is attack them," the Captain explained.
"So we are just supposed to wait here, and let sickness drag us from the battlefield?" Schwartz comprehended.
"This is no battlefield, Dietmar. It is a graveyard. Just keep eating, drinking and watching, and some day you'll get another chance at battle."
"I hope so," Schwartz said, "Because I missed the original French attack a week ago."
"Remind me, Schütze, what happened to you?" Kahn asked, concerned about his friend.
"I caught some shrapnel in my shoulder; I had to be taken off before I got a shot away," Schwartz answered, angered at himself for not braving the pain.
"Don't be angry at yourself," Kahn announced, reading the expression of his friend-in-arms, "You should be thankful you are still here. In most battles, maybe 3 out of 10 injured get medical attention."
"I guess you are correct," Schwartz yielded, taking a mouthful of the bland contents of his ration can, "But next time, I won't allow myself to be taken down with such ease."
As a thunderous explosion was heard nearby, and a cloud of dust entered the small room, Kahn leapt from his chair, and grabbed the STG-44 from the table, "I think the French have given you an opportunity to prove that statement, Schwartz. The French just ran out of patience."
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Post by Kid Game on Apr 19, 2004 18:49:25 GMT -5
Meanwhile kid was in america building up a large force of soldiers and vehicles. He was equipping the soldiers with the best weapons available. Most had either an M1 Garand Rifle, a Panzerfaust, or a Gewher sniper rifle but there were a few which had STEN SMGs and STG's.
The tanks and other vehicles were in pristine condition and fully loaded and ready to take out any army foolish enough to attack the mighty kid. Kid also had a few grenadiers here and there but he concentrated more on the Panzerfaust troopers instead. After checking the status of his army which was deemed perfect, kid went into the kitchen tent to get a cup of coffee and a sandwich.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 25, 2004 18:00:32 GMT -5
The Panzerfaust is a German weapon I think. --- Schwartz hurried from out the small sandbag room, avoiding the deafening shell explosions and the dirt that was thorwn into the air. He rushed through the trench, his STG raised, until a mass of French leapt inside the trench just in front of him and began to fire. Scwartz rolled into cover, and waited for Kahn (or anyone for that matter) to back him up. Within seconds, Schwartz became impatient of the waiting, and decided to spill some allied blood. Out he rolled, firing half a clip of STG bullets into the crowd of French before picking up a dead carcass and using it as a human shield against several bayonet stabs. The small group of French dispersed, but were swiftly dealt with by the Germans, who took much enjoyment in the deaths they caused. More French were coming; so many, in fact, that the entire German force in the trenches would not be able to prevail. Or at least it seemed. Dietmar Schwartz threw his empty STG to the ground and took up the fixed machine gun behind a small wall of sand bags. Immediately the gun blazed, mowing down scores of French troops as shells from either side pounded no-mans-land into a barren, crater filled wasteland. Hundreds of French were dead now at least; the combined fire of every German in the trenches was enough to repel the surprise attack, but not without many casualties. One of the foremost trenches were entirely occupied for a short time before being flushed of the French filth, while another was bombarded by grenades until it was little more than a bloody crater. Finally, the battle ended, with the French being repelled, and the Germans left barely alive. They began to pile and burn the French carcasses, as the wounded were aided and the survivors prepared for another onslaught. [intervene: JL] The Faust IS a german weapon. It's a bazooka standing for "Tank Fist" in German. Panzerfaust = Tank Fist Panzershreck = Tank Terror Bazooka = Rocket Launcher (  ) [/intervene] |
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 25, 2004 20:03:08 GMT -5
Ok, I was just wondering why the Americans had German weapons. You know your firearms JL.
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Post by DaBomb on May 15, 2004 19:44:06 GMT -5
His two bodyguards immediately held open the double doors as Da Bomb sauntered into Commander Dossov's command room. Every soldier inside the room saluted as Da Bomb came in, but instead of allowing them to continue working at their posts, he kept them saluting for the duration of his conversation.
"Commandoer Dossov, I hear you have new plans for the German expansion into Europe. I wish to check these plans before they are relayed to the council," Da Bomb stated with little expression or emotion.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir, and I would be honoured if you checked over-"
"Cut the inane chit-chat, Commander," Da Bomb intervened.
Dossov raised his eyeborws subtely, and in his Russian accent continued, "Of course. I hope everything is in order."
"Hope is a fallacy; it is used only to shield your from the truth and make you more determined," Da Bomb replied bluntly, "But please carry on."
As Dossov rolled out a map of Europe and Asia, he explained his plans:
"We all know that the allied air raids from England and France are crippling our U-boat manufacturing stations and supply convoys. We need both to keep our naval and land superiority intact. I believe that if we attack Britain, we can deal a death blow to the RAF and stop these raids. Of course, that would take some doing."
"You mean for me to give you some of my forces?"
"I ask for you to lend me a small percentage of your forces," Dossov corrected, "It would have many positive repurcussions for the axis powers."
"Your plans so far seem poorly thought out. I have other business to attend to, if you don't mind," Da Bomb bluntly informed.
"No, please, these plans could win us this war!"
Da Bomb turned around to face Dossov once more, and urged him to continue.
"Without the RAF, we will be able to bomb British ports and military installations into the ground, allowing the land forces to be shipped over. Invading Britain would close the gap even further on the French."
"Continue..."
"France will be surrounded, allowing the German, Italian and Russian forces to plow through their pitiful country. Then, we will have only China and America to deal with - but with many more resources," Dossov finished.
"Fine. Your plan seems acceptable. To ensure that this plan does not fail, I will personally take care of the entire operation. Good day."
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Post by allgamesgamer on Jun 7, 2004 20:44:59 GMT -5
Meanwhile allgamesgamer was briefing his troops over in France which was his territory. He had a relatively big army which mostly consisted of soldiers with rifles and machine guns. The army was pretty powerful and was able to eliminate most incoming enemy troops. He also had a few rocket troops and grenadiers for taking out enemy armor.
Allgamesgamer's army was mostly soldiers but he had a decent amount of tanks, half tracks, APC's and jeeps which also helped to defend his base and all of france. He looked at the news to see what the enemy activity was like.
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Post by DaBomb on Jun 8, 2004 8:23:44 GMT -5
The tanks made their way across Germany, row upon row. The line of heavy, but lethal metal vehicles stretched for a kilometer, and was 3 units thick. Behind the hundreds of tanks were small APCs, robust jeep-like vehicles and thousands upon thousands of troops. Up above were German planes, to defend against aerial attack.
Half of that said aerial force landed and refueled, while the other pressed on, past the border, and ito France.
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The small border towns were swiftly dealt with. Their flak fire took out numerous planes, but the efficiency of the Germans was able to totally overhwelm the city with few losses. Every city was totally bombed into the ground, allowing DB's troops just outside France to enter freely and set up hardened bases inside the cities. After a week, all was going to plan.
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Post by Kid Game on Aug 4, 2004 17:20:38 GMT -5
Meanwhile Kid's army was growing each day. He kept getting more volunteers to join his military in the effort to wipe out everyone else. He always got more ground troops and more tanks and jeeps and other vehicles, as well as more bombers and jets.
Kid's spies in DaBombs army were reporting back with lots of information on how many troops were in each squad. Kid knew what DaBomb was going to do. Sometimes before his adversary did. Kid gathered some of his best air generals and told them to get a squad of 100 bombers, 100 fighters, and 100 jets and told them to go attack DaBombs base and shoot anything in sight. He said that he wanted to see that place leveled to the ground.
The generals left and after an hour of preparing the planes and loading up with weapons, the bombers, fighters, and jets took off the ground and headed towards DaBombs base intent on destroying it.
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