Ninjoc

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from the United Kingdom

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    • BACK STABBING ASS MONKEYS!

      14 years ago

      Ninjoc

      Am I the only person who has noticed this thing that I am about to write about? Let me know.

      Kay, heres the setup. I have recently (read: finally) gotten broadband at home. After a fucking nightmare trying to set it up (UPDATE THE GODDAMNED INSTRUCTIONS DEMON!), I am now online. Score. So, I order my Live Starter Kit, and almost as soon as it arrives, I try to set up. Oh fuck. Slight problem, as I can't connect my modem to the Xbox, as the modem uses a USB connection, whereas the Xbox has a standard phone line thing on the back. So the two don't mesh. I should have checked this out, but didn't, so sue me, get in line. So, I decide to get a Router, to connect both my Mac and Xbox at the same time. So, I trek about three miles to the nearest decent computer store (I dont like to walk), only to be told that they don't do router's with USB connections. Apparantly its an American design. I was also told that the USB connection modems were standard issue with all broadband companies. Yeah, that makes perfect fucking sense. So now I need to spend upwards of forty quid to get one delivered, from either a specialist store or from the U.S. Again, fucking great.

      Thanks for listening, and these things are great for rants.

    • My Immortal

      14 years ago

      Ninjoc

      A short story, based on the picture in my profile.

      My Immortal

      The Covenant had slowly pushed them back, block by block, they slaughtered everything in their way. Even the arrival of a Spartan had not been able to slow them down. Slowly, oh so slowly, Sydney was being overrun. The marines retreated every few minutes to a safer position, each time losing more men, and each time, the Covenant mounted a harder attack. Banshees screamed overhead, raining death as their ground based counter-parts streamed plasma into the rubble barricades. Elite's dropped from Phantoms in their droves dropping more fire on the marines cover. Blood slicked the street, making it even harder to run. But the Bravo Company Marines refused to give in. They would die first.

      The Spartan fired short, controlled bursts from his outdated MA5B. It had been the only thing available, and he was glad for it. The wide area of fire was useful in this situation. Picking off Elites as they drew closer, he tried to thin their ranks, but to no avail. The Sergeant ordered a volley of grenades and another retreat. The Spartan drew two, and primed them. On the sergeants mark, he lobbed them straight at the enemy with all his might. He allowed himself a small smile as one of the Elites stumbled as the grenade smacked him in the head, before the alien disappeared in a cloud of smoke and gore. "INCOMING!" shrieked one marine, as he opened fire at the oncoming Banshee's. The Spartan dropped to one knee, and pulled the trigger. Thats when he heard the child.

      "MOMMEE!!!!" It was a small girl, no more than six or seven. Tears rolled down her smoke stained face. She was limping badly, a wound on her leg bleeding heavily. In her arms was held a small stuffed bear. And the Spartan was not the only one in the kill-zone who had seen her. A red Elite raised its rifle, and fired. The Spartan sprang into action, racing the super heated bolt to its target. The girl screamed. The bolt struck the Spartan's shields and dissipated. He returned fire, and wore down his enemies shields with sustained fire. Getting to his feet, he looked over the child. She was tiny, her eyes wide with fright at the sight of him. He picked her up, and began to run, the girl in one hand, his rifle in the other. The marines had pulled back again while he rescued the child, leaving a lot of Covenant between him and a relatively safe spot. He glanced at the ammo counter. The number fifty six sat there, glowing slightly in the dark. And he had no clips left.

      The child screamed as she buried her face against his shield. Even with controlled bursts, the ammo counter ran down far to quickly. There was no ammo with the dead marines either. Obviously, the sergeant had ordered each casualty stripped of weapons and ammo for the living. The Spartan ducked down an alley, trying to take a shortcut to the fallback point. Tears rolled down his shields, from where the girl was holding on for dear life. He had one arm around her, just in case she slipped, but he could offer her no more protection. An Elite Spec. Ops team stepped into view at the end of the alley. He skidded to a halt, and turned to run the other way, only to find it blocked as well. He was trapped.

      He looked left and right, searching for a window or door, but there were none. He looked up, one last look at the stars before he took on what would likely be his and the child's death, when he saw his way out. He sprinted across the alley, drove one foot into the wall and used it as a springboard to the fire escape. Climbing one handed, they made their way to the roof. Plasma fire raked across his back, and the girl screamed in terror at the attack, but miraculously, his shields held. He pulled himself up, and continued running.

      They hit the street again with an almighty thud, but the Spartan continued unfazed. One more block. He turned the final corner, and stopped dead. Smoke rose from the charred bodies and the wreckage's of Pelican transports. Shells littered the entire area, but there were so few Covenant bodies. The sound of Covenant plasma engines grew louder, as a squadron of Ghosts rounded the street corner. Their pilots spotted him, and changed course. The Spartan fell to one knee, and drew his pistol. He drew the girl closer to him. He had a plan, one that gave the child a slim chance of surviving instead of none. He opened fire.

      Within the first ten seconds, five Grunt pilots went down with headshots. The others turned to avoid the shots, but gave up their firing line. He emptied the clip, ejected it, and slapped in a fresh one. A Ghost exploded as he hit something vital, and careened into a wall. The others backed off out of range, and his worst case scenario stepped round the corner and opened fire. The Spartan span, clutched the girl to his chest and threw every last spare piece of power into his shield. The fusion cannons shot splashed across his back, tearing through his shield and into flesh. He fell forwards, trying to cover the child as much as possible. "Stay....ugh....still..." he grunted, pain searing every nerve in his body. The girl nodded, and closed her eyes. "Pitiful." came a voice from above. The Spartans body shook slightly. Hoofbeats, walking away.

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