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Post by Kid Game on Mar 2, 2004 18:59:54 GMT -5
Ok JeanLuc (and everyone else reading this), the other topic is for posting your character info. Here on this topic is the actual battle.
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JeanLuc had escaped the building. Luckily he forgot to steal Kid's secret weapon technology. The building was now on Full maximum red alert and no one could get in or out.
JeanLuc had managed to escape in his getaway car. Little did he know it at first but he was being followed. There were 5 black sports cars and 5 black SUV's following JL from 1/4 of a mile behind but they were gaining quickly. The sports cars had machine guns on them and the SUV's all had shotguns on the front.
The vehicles opened fire on JL who knew that he was being followed. He dodged the vehicles attacks and made a sharp turn onto a busy street. The vehicles pursued him and carefully aimed and fired at any open opportunity.
As JL looked at the vehicles he saw writing on the side. There were two words which read "Kidgame Enterprises Personal Bodyguard Unit". JL knew those guys were trouble and he did everything to try and lose them.
It didn't work. The sports cars and SUV's continued chase no sweat and continued attacking. JL was steadily making his way to his safe house but he had to do something about the vehicles after him. If they saw his safe house he'd be in big trouble. JL had to either destroy them but he had no ammo or he could get lucky and juse lose them in traffic but it didn't seem to work.
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Post by JeanLuc on Mar 2, 2004 20:27:42 GMT -5
JL readied his stinger missles. When ready, he swerved to face the escort vehicles pursuing him. They all stopped arupbtly as JL faced them. He aimed at the center SUV, and fired. The explosion sent the car flying a few feet, and landed on another one. The vehicles opened fire with their machine guns recklessly, hitting a few civilian cars. JL fired again, this time at another, which simply exploded and sent another flying off the interstate. JL fired his last missle at the remaining car and it exploded in a shower of sparks.
JL skidded around and drove off, leaving the SUVs and cars in a smoldering pile of ash and flames...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Post by Kid Game on Mar 3, 2004 16:32:06 GMT -5
JL had just 3 stinger missiles and had destroyed all the sports cars and SUV's. Except one that is. He looked at the wreckage but only noticed 9 vehicles. All 5 sports cars were destroyed as were 4 SUV's. JL wondered where the final SUV was at. He found out soon enough.
Out of nowheres the last SUV appeared and rammed right into the side of JLs vehicle, doing moderate damage to it. The driver of the SUV took out an UZI and aimed it outside of the window and fired at JL.
JL reached into the glove compartment. There was a handgun with only 1 bullet left in it. He grabbed the gun and aimed at the head of the drive. He pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet killed off the last driver. He proceeded to his hideout.
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Post by Kid Game on Mar 26, 2004 9:47:48 GMT -5
Meanwhile kid was in another part of the city and was driving his Ferrari. He was heading home for the day after a long day at work. Suddenly he came up to a police roadblock. Kid was in no mood to take a longer route so he took out a grenade launcher, aimed it out of the window and at the police cars and fired several grenades.
Within seconds the police barricade was reduced to a smoldering trash heap. Kid hurried by and continued on his way home.
He made a quick stop at a weapon shop that was having a sale. He took a K7 Avenger, CMP150 and a Falcon 2 as well as several grenades and a pack of N-Bombs.
He walked out of the store without paying for the items. The shop owner ran after him but quit a second later. Around a minute later a few cop cars were chasing kid. He simply tossed an N-Bomb out of the window and zoomed into the distance.
The area was black and the cops couldnt see what they were doing and thus they crashed into each other and their vehicles flipped over and blew up. Kid finally reached his hideout. He drove up to the computer terminal and entered the password. The gates opened and kid drove his vehicle up the driveway and parked it into the garage.
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Post by Kid Game on May 19, 2004 19:46:09 GMT -5
It had been awfully quiet for the past few months. There wasn't much on the news except for reruns and no new criminal activity.
Kid already had a big empire. He was beginning to wonder if anyone would challenge him. He was a strong fighter and battler.
Kid wanted some excitement. He wanted someone to oppose him so he could eliminate them.
Kid had a lot of bases throughout the states. He was currenently in one of his bases that was located in the forests. It was protected by 10 foot high and 5 feet thick cement walls. There were tons of soldiers and vehicles patrolling. There was also a bunch of autogun turrets in the form of machine guns, rocket turrets, flamethrower turrets, grenade turrets, sniper turrets as well as numerous sam sites and flak cannons.
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Post by DaBomb on May 20, 2004 21:16:27 GMT -5
"I want my merchandize, Rico." Da Bomb through the gangly person to the ground, kicked ihm in the ribs, and knocked over a full garbage bin onto him. The person, Rico, glared up in pain as blood poured from facial wounds and DB's hard stare tore through him.
"Look, look! Just give me time!" Rico begged. Da Bomb kicked him once more in the face before picking Rico up, and throwing him into the brick wall.
"Now, Rico!"
Rico continued to beg and grovel, until DB began pumelling once more. It took several blows to the head with the garbage bin lid to get Rico to finally give Da Bomb what he wanted.
"This....this is it..." Rico explained as he wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, "I'm sure it will be enough for your purposes."
Da Bomb snatched the explosive from Rico, and admired it's inconspicuousy before he turned back to Rico.
"I can't have you talking."
Da Bomb shoved a small knife into the chest of Rico, threw him to the ground, and dashed off with the explosive. It was time he had some fun.
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Post by DaBomb on May 20, 2004 21:20:50 GMT -5
It usually would only take a few minutes to reach the meat packing plant, but because Da Bomb had to slow down for the cops, it took him a quarter of an hour. When he reached his destination, he sneaked around the back, where a large truck was being loaded not with meat, but with weapons. Da Bomb took out the driver and the 3 loaders with a clip of handgun bullets before returning to his car, parking it beside the packing plant, and placing the bomb inside his vehicle.
He then jumped into the large 18 wheeler of weapons, drove off in a hurry, and pressed the detonator for the bomb. The said explosive detonated inside his car, and destroyed the entire plant, as Da Bomb screeched off to safety.
"That's what I call a property boom!" Da Bomb grinned.
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Post by Kid Game on May 21, 2004 6:56:30 GMT -5
Kid was still at his base in the woods. He was flipping through the tv channels and saw nothing of interest. As he was about to turn off the tv he saw a special news flash appear on tv.
"This is channel 6 news 4 U. We have an important news story. A notorious criminal named "DaBomb" has struck again. He killed someone earlier this morning and dumped the body in an alley. A few minutes later he was at the Meat Packing Plant at the corner of 6th street and Meteor road. He stole a truck that was loaded with weapons and illegal goods that a friend of his left there for him. After leaving he then blew up the factory and left the scene. What he wants with the weapon truck is a mystery but he will probably either use them for his own personal needs or he will sell them on the black market. We will have more on this breaking news story as new stuff becomes available.
Kid continued watching. It appeared as though someone else was here to challenge kid. Maybe not. It looked like DaBomb was here on his own terms. He didn't seem to dangerous of a person yet but kid didn't underestimate anyone. If needbe kid would be ready to battle DaBomb.
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Post by DaBomb on May 21, 2004 11:03:40 GMT -5
"I wish you'd stop destorying my fine, custom-made vehicles," Da Bomb's brother, Wrench, stated as he rolled a compact car out of his garage and parked itwith precision.
"Old habits die hard," Da Bomb replied.
"You know, you are going to bankrput yourslef if you continue to kill your friend and destroy your belongings."
"There is always more money in this world," Da Bomb replied as he surveyed the weapons he had stolen, "And I plan to steal as much of it as possible."
Wrench shook his head, "What have you got planned next?"
"Well, I think I will hang onto these weapons for a short time. But I was thinking of a daylight job."
"Yes..."
"There aren't too many diamonds around here, but a small mine had been opened several hundred miles south. These diamonds are delivered on well-protected trains, and I plan to board that train."
"You'll need papers though. You can;t just stroll in," Wrench replied as he sorted through a box of tools.
"Don't worry. I have an old friend who excels at forgery."
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Post by Commando on May 21, 2004 14:28:43 GMT -5
Commando had just gotten home from military service in Iraq. At age 26, he was a young man with a good life ahead of him. He had served his country well and intended to go fo a career as a federal Judge. But when he arrived back at his hometown (city) he was sickened. Terrorits, criminals, hit-men, drugs, theifs, the place was a mess. Commando, being a good person could not take seeing this beloved place like this. But he had left the military and was now as civilian. "Sergeant" Commando wasn't around anymore. Just Commando, your average citezen. But commando wanted to make a difference. Going to his closet, he took out his winchster shotgun and hopped in his car. He was going to clean this place up.
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Post by DaBomb on May 22, 2004 20:45:41 GMT -5
His name was the Falcon; no one knew why, and it didn't matter; he was an expert forger, and that was all his customers cared about. Da Bomb threw a bulging envelope onto the table, gaining the attention of the falcon. The latter stared up, a pencil in hand, and asked, "What this time?"
"I need papers for a little ride on a train," Da Bombanswered, setting down the papers and ID card he had stolen from one of the train technicians.
"These documents aren't going to be easy," Falcon replied, "This watermark is quite detailed, and the stamp here won't be easy to redo."
"So you can't do it?"
"Oh, of course I can. When do you want them?"
"Three days," Da Bomb responded, "The money is in there."
Falcon opened the thick envelope, and out slide several wads of cash. The forger inspected the notes - just to see if they were real - and nodded.
"You pay hondsomely," Falcon complimented, "You will have your papers."
Da Bomb turned, and strolled out the door. Phase 2 was complete.
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Post by Commando on May 25, 2004 19:45:09 GMT -5
Several days ago commando had started a group called The American Militia, an armed group of men intent of hanging the criminals terrorizing the city. It only nnumbered about 250 right now, but it would grow bigger. Soon. The militia, although being started on good intentions, would eventually become a feared, violent, and ruthless group hated by all. Commando would become obsessed with killing kidgame, but that hadn't happened yet. Commando hadn't even seen the militia. He had just distributed flyers throughout the city. Now he was meeting his small army in the town common to give a speech. He looked about. It was men everywhere, mostly wearing camo although some just had civilian clothes on. They all carried guns, from pistols and shotguns to AK-47s. Commando had a pistol holstered at his him and anAK-47 slung over his back. He was wearing army boots, camoflauge pants, and a black shirt. He gave his speech then.
"Sons of America, we have gathered in this time to do what our pathetic police force cannot. Rid this town of crime! Any captured criminal is to be hung from a tree or shot! We take no prisoners. Gentlemen, we are fighting for our lives, our friends, and our country! Form up ranks now!"
The men all lined up and held their guns at attention. Commando spoke again.
"We are going out in the woods to do training exercises. Any man caught deserting will be shot. Do I make myself clear? Tommorow you will see action!"
The men cheered and fired guns into the air. Even though a lynch-mob was forming carrying illegal weapons, the police were afraid and would not stop it. The Militia had been formed.
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Post by Commando on May 25, 2004 20:06:38 GMT -5
In the woods were many logs that had been carved in the shape of humans being used for target practice. Some militiamen were shooting these. Others were learning to slit throats. Commando was walking about the camp, giving orders and such. Suddenly two militiamen walked up to him, with a third in handcuffs.
Militiaman(saluting)- Sir!
Commando- At ease. What is it.
Militiaman- We caught this man sneaking off. He had this in his pocket.
Commando took the walkie-talkie. It was apparently talking to kidgame, a known terrorist. Commando threw the walkie talkie on the ground and kicked the spy over before yelling to the whole militia.
Commando- It seems we have a spy working for that terrorist bastard kidgame! What should we do with him men?
Militia- Shoot him!
Commando- I agree.
5 militia troops dragged the spy over to a tree and tied him to it. Commando walked up to the spy, withdrew hs pistol, and unloaded it into the mans chest. The man was spewing blood like a fountain when commando was done.
Commando- We will show no mercy to terrorists! Men, form up! We are marching back to town to begin our crusade!
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Post by Commando on May 26, 2004 14:55:16 GMT -5
The militia marched into town the next morning, Commando at its head. The men paraded around the streets, until they came to a gun store. Commando told 250 men to wait outside, while he and 10 militiamen went inside.
Commando- Well well, look what we got here.
Store Owner- What is this? What is happening.
Immediatly all the militia in the room aimed guns at the store owner.
Commando- We are seizing this property in the name of the American militia. If you resist you will be shot.
Owner- Raiders! Thieves! You can't have my stuff! All your men are armed anyway.
Commando- We need more to give to new recruits. You'll thank us when this town is rid of crime.
Owner- You are crime!
Commando- If you say one more word I will have you shot.
The owner shut up and cmmando and his 10 militiamen walked out to the other 250, put the stolen gns into one of the militia SUVs, and drove off.
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Post by Kid Game on May 26, 2004 15:25:44 GMT -5
Commandos angry mob was getting bigger as more people were recruited and they get better weapons. The local police force owned by Kid had to become involved. Off of one road a few police cars appeared. They spotted the angry mob.
At least 10 squad cars and 5 Swat vans were parked as the officers got out to do battle. Suddenly one brave soldier who was ready to sacrifice himself, stayed in his cop car. He stepped on the gas peddel and aimed straight at the angry mob. He was going to run over as many people as he could before being killed.
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Post by Commando on May 26, 2004 17:06:23 GMT -5
A random police car drove from the police up on the hill and towards the Militia. Immediatly everyone aimed their weapons at it and blew it to pieces with bullets. The car's driver was riddled and the police car stopped. Immediatly the Militia troops aimed their guns at the hill and started shooting at them. Police officers collapsed everywhere on the ridge, as well as several civilians who were in the line of fire. Commando smiled as the police were cut down. He knew that they were corrupted by kid, a local criminal. The civilians shot were also at fault fr being in the way, he reasoned. They were probably helping the police anyway. Commando ordered his militia to march towards the police formations. They all formed up in ranks and marched up to the hill. The militia marched toward them, firing the occasional shot at the retreating policeman. By the time they reached the hill, all the police had either been shot or run awy. The militia looted the SWAT Vans, aquiring fiberglass sheilds, more guns and ammo, and the vechiles themselves. The militia cheered at their victory, shot the wounded policemen, and marched back into the city. Commando looked back at the woods and muttered "Nice try kid."
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Post by JeanLuc on May 26, 2004 17:27:33 GMT -5
Hey, aren't *I* gonna be in any of these posts??
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Post by Commando on May 26, 2004 17:53:54 GMT -5
post away Jean ;D
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Post by Commando on May 26, 2004 17:55:45 GMT -5
Until then..............
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Post by DaBomb on May 26, 2004 19:27:39 GMT -5
The endless droning of the rattling train combined with the stuttering, fuming sound of the engine that was contending with the sheer weight of the carriges was highly irriating. Da Bomb prferred the peace and quiet, or, when he needed to wind down, a little music. Many a time had he stood beside his CD player, eyes shut tightly and all nearby objects rattling with the sheer volume of the music as the opera blazed through the speakers. For a few days, at least, that would be gone.
Da Bomb had successfully made his way onto the train, and was now prowling inconspicuously through the carriges, inspecting the empty cargo crates and duty rosters. He needed to time this to the second.
Finally, after hours upon on hours of droning, the train alowed with a screech and coasted into a platform. All around were hard worked, emaciated slaves, loading up the train with diamonds, and occasionally drugs or illegal weapons. Of course, the inspectors on the train were bribed in order to let these pass through his gaze unnoticed, but Da Bomb was surprised that no one else had seen the goods. These slaves were poor at their work, and any police officer could easily notice what was going on, but apparently they didn't. Either the police surrounding Da Bomb didn't care, or were paid not to care. Either way, it was helpful in DB's mission.
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