| Can you select a specific handgun for your profile, by name? |
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| No, what kind of weapons freak could? |
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| POLLWHORE |
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 Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 5:56 pm
Devin had lowered himself to the ground and hid alongside the others when he saw everyone else go down.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 6:06 pm
Lito went down to the ground, his back to a crate as he ever so slowly readjusted his grip on his gun.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 6:34 pm
Jack crawled next to Paul. "Let me act like I'm one of them." He whispered in his ear.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:58 am
Paul shook his head wordlessly without explaning. He stepped away from the keypad very, very quietly. The flashlights now shone over their heads - the Russian-speakers were coming right towards them, rifles raised.
They came to the crates, and shortly discovered what was there.
There were at least fifteen right where they were, and it was very clear they were expecting them to be behind the crates, but they still weren't quite prepared. "Now!" Paul shouted, turned on a flashlight on his UMP, and started putting single rounds into enemies. Several enemies started firing, albeit inaccurately, while several turned and began to ran. More flashlights were further back; there were more than this.
Wed April 18, 2012
1250 Hours
Heavy Rain
Garabetian
Del Rosario
Price
McCulloch
Cortez
Ryan
Gurlovich
Tanner
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 10:33 am
Devin began unloading his USP at head level into the crowd of enemies.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:21 pm
Jack shot in three round burst using his MP5SD3. He ducked down as he reloaded and felt a bullet hit him in the hand. "s**t." He muttered. It went straight through his hand so he ripped a piece of the bottom of his shirt off and made a make-shift gauze.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:10 pm
Lito heard the sound of a bullet thunking into flesh and heard Jack's murmur. He covered him by popping up and spraying a wave of bullets from his MP5. He quickly drew his .45 and began cracking off shots into the mass of bodies.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 10:47 pm
Standing up was clearly a mistake; a bullet slammed into Lito's stomach. It wasn't very bad damage, but it was most certainly damage. It had been delivered by one of the people further back; they needed to stay down.
The people up front, however, were all retreating or incapacitated. Paul whipped around and started feeling the keypad again; the shouting redoubled and repositioning was occuring. Grenades started pouring in - at least eight or ten.
Wed April 18, 2012
1250 Hours
Heavy Rain
Garabetian
Del Rosario
Price
McCulloch
Cortez
Ryan
Gurlovich
Tanner
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 11:11 pm
Devin began grabbing the grenades nearest to him, and throwing them back. Through the goggles they were like lightly glowing baseballs, almost.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 4:02 pm
Lito coughed in pain and went down hard behind his cover. A grenade clattered nearby, and tracking it by sound, Lito grabbed it and threw it back viciously, grunting in pain and anger.
After that, he sank back and gingerly felt around his gut. His vest (Kevlar, of course) had taken the majority of the hit, but damn, it hurt.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:15 pm
The flashlights were on, but those with the goggles were having the easiest time finding and throwing the grenades back. More were coming, but just as many were being thrown back; explosions and screams informed them they were doing some damage at some degree.
Something came from behind them; Paul shouted in victory and the door cracked open, spilling light into the dark corridor. There were a lot of lights in there; those with the night vision were turning it off for fear of being blinded even with anti-flash compensation.
More importantly, though, there was now rifle fire coming from within the room, too. Anyone in front of the opening would be being gunned down. Fortunately, nobody seemed to be. It just added another challenge, as within a minute or so the door would be open and there would be no cover from that direction.
Wed April 18, 2012
1251 Hours
Heavy Rain
Garabetian
Del Rosario
Price
McCulloch
Cortez
Ryan
Gurlovich
Tanner
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:38 pm
((Wait, soooo...what? Diagram?))
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 9:15 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 1:41 pm
Lito began to fire on the door that was opening behind them. ((The top of the diagram.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 2:17 pm
Devin decided the new additions needed those grenades they were being thrown more than their throwers did. He began to toss the grenades he found through the opening door.
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