from Tyrone, PA

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    • Asshole Update.

      13 years ago


      They banned me from the server.


      I will take them down!

    • ASSHOLES!!!

      13 years ago


      My former Clan, JKL.

      They banned me from the website.

      What the hell!?

      These guys are really pissing me off.

    • My Darwin Award.

      13 years ago


      Part of an American teacher's hand was blown off when a 40mm round of ammunition the instructor used as a paperweight on his desk exploded in his California classroom.

      Robert Colla struck the round with an object yesterday afternoon while teaching 20 to 25 students at the Ventura Adult Education Centre.

      Part of Colla's right hand was severed and he suffered severe burns and minor shrapnel wounds to his forearms and torso, fire Captain Tom Weinell said. No one else was injured.

      Colla was taken to a hospital, where he was in stable condition.

      "It was just a horrible accident," said Dennis Huston, who teaches computer design alongside Colla.

      Huston said he had his back turned to Colla and was only about a metre away when he heard a loud bang.

      Colla found the 40mm round while hunting years ago, Huston said.

      He used it as a paperweight and "obviously he didn't think the round was live," Huston said.

    • CS:S is a good test for...

      13 years ago


      ... A.D.D

      I shit you not!

      I watched my friend waste 3/4 of his ammo on BERRELS and BOXES!

      What the hell?!

      If you think a kid has ADD stick him in front of a computer, fire up CS:S and if he ignores the other players and shoots the berrels, he has ADD

      This had been a rant by Saint

    • Well, James can throw...

      13 years ago


      “PFC Ross!†Sarge called out. There was a group of nineteen of us in the small room. One of the recruits died in a training accident with a grenade.

      “Yes sir!? I called out in reply. I stood up quickly, quite a task with a full combat load.

      “You will be leading this exercise for red team. Pick your team members and move out.†Ok, I will need a SAW gunner and three rifleman. I pointed at PFC Jones.

      “You! You will be my SAW gunner. Go get your weapon!†He shuffled off to get the SAW. I pointed to PFCs Killgore, Donald, and Kirk. “You are my rifleman.†We moved to the briefing room.

      Sarge was sitting at a desk. “This will be an urban mission. I recommend you grab CQC weapons. Accuracy will be important though. You are to secure three Control Points. Move out!†With that we went into the armory. I grabbed an M16A2 and three extra magazines. If I needed anymore I would be ‘dead’ anyway. I affixed a MILES laser designator and grabbed two flash bangs. I grabbed a smoke grenade as an afterthought. I had my rifleman grab M4A1s and had them take MILES grenades.

      10 Minutes Later

      “Move out!†I yelled into the mic. I had Kirk and Jones rush the church and take that objective while the rest of us covered them.

      “Area Secure.†Jones said. I noticed a shadow and something protruding from a second floor window. It was a gun barrel. It was pointing at the church.

      “No it isn’t! Take Cover!†I yelled. There was a flash from the barrel sticking out the window followed by a loud report. I pointed two fingers at the window. The angle was bad for him and good for us. “Killgore, sneak up to that window and wait for my go, then throw a flash bang in the window. He nodded. “Donald! With me!†With that we moved out. I went up to the door to the building. I heard Jones’s SAW open up in the background.

      “In position.†I heard Killgore say into the radio. Killgore was excellent at sneaking around. I opened the door slowly and glanced around the room. A ladder. Good.

      “Now!†I yelled. I heard a tink followed by an extremely loud bang. I bounded up the ladder and brought up my sights. I fired twice into the guy rolling around on the floor screaming ‘Shiiiiiiiiiit!’. “Enemy eliminated.†I reported in. “Jones, get up in the tower. Kirk, cover him.â€Â

      “Roger.†They both replied.

      “Killgore, go in the sewers and flank the enemy start point. “They are pitching a tent, I know it.â€Â

      “Roger.†As I went down the ladder I glanced out the window and saw Killgore run past, heading towards the sewer system. A couple of seconds later I heard a flash bang go off followed by a scream. I kicked the door our and fired at the man standing at the manhole. He looked at me. He pointed at the manhole. He looked scared. I looked down the hole and saw Killgore lying at the bottom of the hole. There was a puddle of blood forming where his head was.

      “Medic! Call a medic!†I screamed into the mic. “What happened!†I screamed.

      “Uhh…†James replied. His face was white.

      “Speak up soldier!†I replied through gritted teeth.

      “I saw him running for the hole. So I flash banged him and he tripped and fell down the hole.†I looked at him. Anger started to build in me. If I wouldn’t have ordered him to go down there he may have still been alive. I killed him. No. That asshole killed him. I threw my rifle at him. The butt stock hit him square in the face. He fell. I lunged at him only to be stopped by Donald, who grabbed my arm. He pulled me towards him and threw me on the ground. I tried to get up. But he body slammed me to keep me down. Jones ran up and helped him keep me down.

      I was in a cell sitting, Thinking. The walls where made of concrete, dirty. Ugly, like I felt. A clank. I looked up to see Sarge standing there.

      “Hello Ross.†He said with a solemn look on his face. He didn’t look angry. I had a surprised look on my face.

      “Sorry Sarge, bu-†He cut me off.

      “It wasn’t your fault, boy. Training accidents can’t be stopped. They happen.†I nodded.

      “The viewing is tomorrow.†I nodded again. He left. I fell asleep with thoughts and memories of Killgore in my head.

      [AN] Short again, Most of them will be short.


    • Reclamation Ch1: Training.

      13 years ago


      Private Ross stood at attention during this cold morning. With him where 20 other recruits. He breathed in and out, his breath condensing as he let out each breath. There was no snow on the grounds. It was early morning, about 0600.

      “Ok, ladies!†The Drill Sargent walked down the line. “Today I am going to see if you sissies can shoot!†He grabbed a rifle, an M16A2. “This is the M16A2 combat rifle. Care for it like your useless life depends on it! Care for it, or it will destroy you!†He stopped in front of the recruit beside me. “You! You are shooting first, Private James!â€Â

      James moved out to the table and picked up the M16 and two magazines for it. He then went to the designated firing point. I zoned out and started thinking. Was I going to live through this? I had joined the Army on a whim. Was I going to die because of some impulse?

      “Have you ever fired a gun before, James?! Really, That was the worst score I have ever seen! 17 out of 40! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!†The Sargent screamed and pointed in the general direction of the barracks. “You are up Ross, and do better then your buddy over there!

      I walked to the table and grabbed the rifle. It felt good in my hands.

      “Double time, grunt!â€Â

      “Sir!†I replied and ran to the firing point. Time seemed to slow at the first target popped up. I tilted my head to the side and the sights seemed to align themselves. I pulled the trigger. The world exploded around me and the target did not move. The brass from the spent round ejected out the side of the gun. Shit. I re-aimed and fired again. This time it dropped. I repeated until I emptied the magazine.

      “Good job!†Sarge said. I ignored it and went down to the prone position. I ejected the spent magazine and slapped in a new one. I went through the trial without missing one target. I moved off to the rifle table and handed back the weapon.

      “You just gave 'Hooah!' a new meaning! We might make a sniper out of you!â€Â

    • Well, I left my AA clan

      13 years ago


      I left my clan for reasons of trust. Thay didnt trust me.

      I am now a free agent. I am im kinda depressed.

    • Crappy Survey

      13 years ago


      Name: Casey Schmidt
      Sex: No not yet. (Sorry I couldn't resist.) Male.
      Date of Brith: 8/24/88
      Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA
      Currently Living: Tyrone, PA
      Profession: Programmer
      Favorite Color/Colour: Either Black or OD green
      Hobbies: Gaming, Image Editing, Going to the Shooting Range, Paintball
      Best Moment: Playing Paintball with my best buddy last summer. So funny.
      Worst Moment: Getting shot down when I asked a girl out(see journal)
      Favorite Band: Rammstein
      Favorite Song: The Man Who Sold the World by Nirvana
      Things You Hate: Math(ick!), The Republican Party, Microsoft, and Peanut Butter
      Things You Love: History, The Democratic Party, Apple, and Pie
      Dream: To live in Germany and start a Family(fat chance)
      Significant Other: No, I'm snigle(probably gonna stay that way)
      Best Date: N/A
      Worst Date: N/A
      Favorite Movie: Gotta be Monty Python skits
      Favorite Book: 1984 by Geroge Orwell
      Friends: 1 really close one.
      Time you get up in Morning: 5 AM
      Time you go to sleep: 11 PM
      Anything you want to add: Yeah, I'm bored.

    • Quotes? My Favorites...

      13 years ago


      Arguing on the internet is like running in the Special Olympics, even if you win you are still retarded. -Some Random Person

      Looks like an ID10T error -My friend from work when asked to help with a simple problem

      Retard Ambush! -My best friend during a paintball game.

      Aww, watsa matter, Baby don't wanna cwime the widdle frigging hill? -Again, my friend during a paintball game. The Op-For just sat at the bottom of the hill. I laughed so hard I almost gave away our position.

      Binary is what separates us from the animals, not opposable thumbs like those rookie scientists say. -Co worker. Funny guy.

      The people should not be afraid of the Government, the Government should be afraid of the people -V for Vendetta.

      The first lesson a revolutionary must learn is that he is a doomed man. Unless he understands this, he does not grasp the essential meaning of his life. -Huey Newton

      I have opinions of my own --strong opinions-- but I don't always agree with them. -George Bush, former U.S. President

      It is white. -George W. Bush, when asked what the White house was like by a student in East London

      Want to get laid? Crawl up a chicken's ass and wait! -Bumper Sticker

      As Long As There Are Tests, There Will Be Prayer In Public Schools. -Bumper Sticker

      BAD COP! - NO DONUT!!! -Bumper Sticker

      Dyslexics of the world, untie! -Bumper Sticker

      More later, I am tired.

    • Still a hopalong...

      13 years ago


      My frigging foot wont heal.

      It is ticking me off so bad.

      I am still hobbiling around from my fight with the stairs.
      looks like I need to stock up on Ibuprofen.

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