7 years ago
No one ever told us officially, but we all knew what the brass were saying. Eighteen hours. That was our life expectancy once we touched ground. I desperately hoped they were wrong.
Around 1640 standard time the explosive bolts on the landerÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hatch blew open. The huge steel door slammed to the ground, and instantly my squad and I were thrown forward as the inter-orbit lander decompressed. I recall my senses being overloaded immediately, the wash of the air brought with it the battlefield itself, the smell of gunpowder, vaporized earth, and of unburied bodies. I screamed to them through my vox, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Go now! Fight for him, fight for us!Ã¢â‚¬Â I knew the recruits were cowering behind me, but I needed to get them out of the vulnerable craft immediately. Now that I look back, it was almost a rash move, but I gripped the chainsword tighter in my hand as I hopped out the door.
The parched land was blinding at first, the nearby sun reflecting harshly off the land. My helmet adjusted the glare automatically, and laid a marker on my HUD of the nearest trench. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have much time to marvel at the new equipment in that moment, but I realize now it saved my life. A moment before I hopped into the trench, I turned to check on my men. One of those unanticipated occurrences of war exploded the trench, the HE artillery shell decimated the section of the earthworks I almost leapt into. The explosion threw me a few feet through the air, and I landed hard on my left shoulder. I found out afterwards I had dislocated it, but I used a shot of stimms once my display directed me to the next trench. I had a brief moment to myself, and I collected my wits. The clumsy bastard in charge of the landing dropped us five hundred meters from the enemy line. Militant General Orthodd. Look him up. He was rightfully executed after upon ceasing of the battle. Looking to my HUD, I guessed that about half my men were gone, judging by the platoon status bars. I knew we needed to regroup, so I set a rally point at my position, and soon about twenty men jumped, stumbled, and dove into the trench. The artillery was raining down slower now. Whistle, boom. Then a silence. Then another one.
Most of them were scared out of their wits. Their hands were trembling, their faces null. Nearly every man dropping that was was green, so few had experience. Their hands were trembling, their faces null. Nearly every man dropping that was was green, so few had experience.
7 years ago
Hello, dunno if anyone here still remembers me, or who'z I am. Not even sure why I'm back, but I guess I am. I kinda missed everyone here!
Well, damnneedd. My pictures, my friends, and everything is outdated. Nevermind, not my friends. But I remember all of you! Gah, I'm probably off your friends or watch list by now.. but I'll try and say hi to all of you again! ^_^ Missed everyone... specially a few people. *Winks*
Well, I'm actually doing pretty well in my life. I can't delve too deep, for some people I actually know stalk this site, and will find my page and all of my secret ventures.. *Coughs*
I promise I'll update soon, I'm FAR overdue.. and once I get my camera working, I'll give my pics a thorough review as well. I've changed a good bit, at least. Retaining the hair and the smartass attitude, of course.
8 years ago
Bahh, old story of mine. Finally typed it. Heh, its just funny that it's written in Second Person...
Hit Or Miss
Your Palms sweat Ã¢â‚¬" struggling to keep hold of your rifle. Your eyes gaze around, searching for your squad mates, but there are none to be seen. A glint catches your attention from a building almost a mile away down the clear countryside. Your ears twitch, barely catching the metallic clank of a bolt being drawn.
Your eyes focus on a window in the old farmhouse, making out a dark silhouette, draped over a gleaming weapon. You know what is about to happen Ã¢â‚¬" your heart speeds as adrenaline courses through your veins. Your feet are planted firmly to the wreckage on the ground, fear has over taken your body. A flash of light comes from the barrel, illuminating the distant snipers pale, gaunt face, just for a moment. In the milliseconds before the speeding round reaches you, you wonder how such a man can kill with such cowardice.
~ ~ ~
You feel your body fall into a pile of brick fragments and dust, collapsed in shock. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Did he miss?Ã¢â‚¬Â your mind spits out, kneeling in the rubble of the town. Your ears expect a second clack, a second round from down-range. Your eyes slowly draw up to the window, but the would be killer is nowhere to be found.
Later, you rejoin your platoon, mind still foggy in shock. Advancing through the ruined rural town, you come across that lonely building. Your pistol gets drawn, doors kicked out as you storm the dilapidated house. Coming into the shooters room, you look onto your old position. Your eyes scan the small bedroom, searching for a sign of the would be shooter. Nothing remains, but wood fragments and dust and you begin to wonder Ã¢â‚¬" Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where did he go?...Ã¢â‚¬Â
~ ~ ~
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ã¢â‚¬Â¦Or was there a sniper there at all?Ã¢â‚¬Â
8 years ago
Wow, I havent posted a journal in months...
The sad part is that I've still been checking on my RvB like 3-4 times a week at school, but have been too lazy to post. ^^ Sorry! Well I'll try and keep up with the times now... hopefully...
Well things have been kinda haywire for me. Looootsssa random stories, some more important then others, and some just as funny as hell. I'll save those for anyone who really wants to hear em.
But lately, it was my birthday on the 6th. $250, NICE leather jacket, sound canceling headphones, and an assload of books and clothes awaited me. Oh what fun!
Then... comes my new [Ish...] addiction. Manga. Oh what a sweet, sweet word. I'm now stealing the first few Ruroni Kenshin books, I've been borrowing one Naruto manga every day from my friend, I re-read what little I had of Trigun, and now... hehe I bought my first real manga for myself. Bleach. AHH! It's so addicting! I blew like sixty five bucks on the first eight books, and I play to buy the rest with my birthday cash. URGH, their sooo good! I really like the artwork in them.
And on the topic of art..
It's official, my DeviantArt page is officialy off limits until I update, it's so freakin old. I look back at my archaic drawings, and shudder. Lately, I've picked up a sketchbook and have FINALLY started using it. All I used to use is scraps of paper, that I just threw together with a paperclip. Not a good idea. If I can get some of them scanned in, I'll post 'em. I've been getting much better. ^.^
Well, Naruto is calling. I need to finish it today. See-ya!
8 years ago
Morons! All of ye!
No people, the girl in the video is definately NOT another Spartain. Sheesh. My points exactly... read the books. He was TAKEN FROM HIS HOME AT TEH AGE OF 6. All of the SPARTAIN II's were not taked from the same place... duh. I presume it was just his planet before he was taken. Sorta like a flashback after his Warthog got nailed, and before he woke up.
Ugh... sorry. I just couldn't just stand the people who agreed with me, but didn't know WHY. Kelly and Linda were both taken at six also, but them and the John didn't meet until the training on Reach began with Mr. FunFun at bootcamp. Oh, I mean Mendez. XD
Just take a moment out for Pearl Harbor today....
8 years ago
I THINK I FOUND THE SECRET BEHIND THE HALO VIDEO.
Dude... have any of you read all of the books, including the Graphic Novel? DEAR GOD!
The boy in the video.... its John, Spartan 117,... the Master Cheif. Examine the vid closely. He is on a planet similar in discription to the planet John was taken from as a small boy. He apparently wanted to travel away, which is reinforced by what he said in the video.
It makes perfect sense! Bungie said that it was full if secrets, and I think I found one major one!
[ Damn, this is MY idea. Haha, theves dont take it as your own, spread it, dont take credit. ]
8 years ago
I'm actually updating.
Well Im in Philadelphia, sitting on the couch using a laptop that puts ANY desktop I have ever seen to shame. 2GB RAM, Dual-Core 3.2mhz Processor, and some bomb-ass laptop video card. It's my dad's "Spare Home" laptop. His REAL buisness one is at work, and he says this one is outdated. WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!
I got back from an Eagles game today. Tailgating pwned. One of the guys there deepfried a whole damn turkey, it was one of the most delicious things I have ever consumed. The game kinda sucked though... McNabb is now out for the friggin season, along with my favorite player Kearse. >.< AAAND, it was freezing cold. We got back slightly over an hour ago, and my feet are still tingily. Thats what I get for wearing Converse for warmth....
*Sigh* Im actually mad about missing school. I'm not gonna be back in Pittsburgh for Monday, and its gonna screw me over bigtime workwise. ARGH.
But at least Philly had some good sides. Last year I met some kid in a Warhammer gaming store here, and then later met him again for a week in a golf camp in a College here. We became good buds, but haven't talked to him in a few months. Yeah, so i was bored yesterday, and decided to walk down to that store again [its only a few blocks] and talked to the manager, bought a few comics, and the so such. I observed a few Warhammer Fantasy games, and I asked if there was any Wh40k being played. He said there was a new room downstairs devoted to 40k, so I went down. And WHO did I see? Haha, its Mike again. Same damn kid. Nice to see him again randomly.
OMG, I can now declare myself the BEST Halo 2 player in my school. Seriously. The previous title holder came to a LAN with me, and I totally pwned his ass! I was thinking that I would totally slaughter everyone else, but have trouble with him. Hells no! He gets Pwned! Screw you Ben! Muhahaha! Gotcha Bitch!
Okay okay, I have to end this here. WoW is almost done installing on this computer. Hehehe.... High-Graphics mode time!
Peace out guys, I hope to be around here more. Love ya all!
8 years ago
Last night was the shit.
We played spotlight again, got tackled innumeral times, dueled my friend with a shovel, slightly melted the bottom sole of my boot with the bonfire, kicked my best friend in the face, and hit myself in the head with a flaming stick. Oh, what fun. Really though, it was a friggin awsome time.
And sorry everyone for the lack of updates... I seem to be saying that alot lately. But I have been busy with all sorts of shit lately. Hurray!
Like today. I just got back from firing me and my grandfathers new 30-30. This thing is fucking awsome. Its soo tiny, but still fires a decent sized round. It took us FOURTY shots to zero the damn scope in... the assholes at the gun store charged too much to bore-sight it. Asshats. And now my sholder hurts. >.<
Played a nice game of Airsoft last Sat. My dad ran into the basement and woke me up at 9, and told me I was playing Airsoft. I was like WTF, but supposidly I was called last night about it but I wasn't told. My dad happened to tell me that morning. Ugh. Well the total for the day was 4 kills, 1 death, and 8 total medic heals. Not bad for my inaguration for my new rifle. Still its the best gun on the field by a big margin. But the best time was when the battery was charging for a while... One of my allies got nailed moving from my trench to a forward foxhole. God damn, he died in the middle. So I run out there to heal him, now under fire from a sniper. This guy was taking potshots as he had no scope or iron sights. So as im turning to run after he's healed, I look at the sniper and *WHAM*. Got a BB smack dab in the forehead. Ow. But the guy I healed was my backup medic, so he healed me too. I was PISSED. So pissed, that I said "Fuck this waiting shit", took my crap-ass pistol, and charged the sniper. Charged him! He missed, and I got him with a close range pistol shot. Angry, I take his sniper since he's dead. I swing the bolt action rifle around, to where the remaining two guys are. I see a helmet pop up over some cover. Curious, I stop and look. Again he sticks up. And again. By now, I was laughing. I laid the gun on the bi-pod and aimed down the barrel the best I could. He looks up again.... SMACK. Nail him in the face. I ended up denting the mesh on his faceplate! Hehe...
Ayee... bad news. Im getting sick. BLEAH. Throat problems again. AND, it just happens that today we are off school. Yeah yeah, thats a good thing, but OMG. Life hates me. The ONE day I'm off school, my World of Warcraft server is down. Argh. Stupid network updates.
Okay... Im sore. Im gonna grab a few Reese's from Haloween and take a nap. Maybe try and get Eragon done. I need to finish re-reading that before the movie comes out! =3
Peace out guys.
8 years ago
Remember, Remember the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot.
I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, was his intent
To blow up King and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old EnglandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s overthrow.
By Gods mercy he was catched
With a dark lantern and lighted match.
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys, God saved the King.
In veiw, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished; a vital voice once venerated, now vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation now stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violent, vicious, and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Yet verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.
8 years ago
Hey, its that day again You know the one where you get to laugh at all your buddies who dressed up like morrons.
Yes, It's Haloween once more.
XD, already I've seen some funny costumes in school. The best I think is a group of people all dressed up as ganksters...pretty good.
But dosen't beat mine. Hehe... Im the fucking Mac Guy. Comeon, name a more origional idea. I got on the casual dress, casual jet black coat, im carrying my iPod everywhere and i dropped my normal messenger bag in favor for one of those massive Apple bags. XD its funny. Plus Im even sporting a good bit of scruff. [Too lazy to shave] The only thing Im missing is someone to do the PC guy. I tried calling all my friends last night, but I could get noone to be the PC. Aww... well sometime next week we're doing it again - now that I found one of my friends to be him. Grr...why did I not think to call him before! ARGH.
Oh well, back to working on some damn newsletter article for my tech class... Peace!
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