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 Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:09 am
We stood there at attention, waiting for hell to freeze over, like we all knew it would when out instructor walked through those high overhangs. We all knew in the back of out minds that this would be the beginning of our lives, or the end, depending on what the Colonel wanted, and we would have to accept that fate for our own. This guy sure takes a long time to get here I thought to myself, even while at attention, i could still feel the cold invisible sweat that was accumulating on my head, but that didnt matter, it was all about the training, from here on out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:27 am
Colonel Chang Wang marched out towards the barracks where the new shipment of cannon fodder had been told to wait for him outside. He walked over and looked the crowd over, his black shades reflecting away the cool, morning Sun.
He looked like an SS officer, to be frank. A long, black overcoat with officer's epaulates, his rank's insignia (ironically, the eagle was a symbol of the SS) adorned proudly on his uniform, and a swagger stick tucked underneath his arm.
"Ladies," he began, pacing back and forth in front of the recruits. "Let me be frank. I am not a nice man. I have survived through battles that would leave most people in a nice mental hospital crying to mama. I am not a happy man. My daughter just puked on the remote this morning, so today, I am left with no entertainment when I leave. And most importantly, I am not your daddy, I am not your uncle, and I sure as Hell ain't your mommy."
He glared at the men. "I am going to personally lead you sorry sons-of-bitches up and down every nook and cranny that God has to offer in this grand training facility, I am going to break you, I am going to outright torture until you are the best of the best. Our enemies are mean. And so am I. They aren't going to play nice. And neither am I. They aren't going to make it easy for you. And neither am I."
He began to pace again. "But when this is over, if you aren't dead, wishing you were dead, or have quit, then by God, I will be proud to deem you a Barton Army soldier, and if I feel like it, I might buy those remaining few a beer."
He then turned to face them. "Now, if anyone needs me, I need to use the little officer's latrine. Just wait here 'till I get back." WIth that, he made an about face and marched towards the main building.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:37 am
At that very moment, it was like the hand of God just came down and b***h-slappped all of us in the face.
What am I doing here? I wondered to myself. I had told everybody that I wanted this for my own, but the way fate was looking, it sure as hell didn't seem like it.
In truth, I was scared out of my pants, but I couldnt let the others see, this was my own personal vendetta that I would have to accomplish on my own. The sweat that had accumulated on my head was vaporized when the Colonel walked through the door and we all knew what was to come, because it wasn't a matter of if he would do it, but when it would happen.
The tree shaking eliminations began.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:42 am
Two hours later, he returned, a McFlurry in hand. He took a sip from it, finishing its contents and tossing it into a nearby trash bin. In the two hours that he had been gone, he had changed into his PT uniform. Although a man edging onto 40, he kept in shape for his wife and being a soldier didn't hurt either. As fit as a high school quarterback, he walked in front of his new recruits in his PT shirt and shorts.
"How we doin' boys, ready to run?" he asked rhetorically.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 3:49 pm
Chang524 Two hours later, he returned, a McFlurry in hand. He took a sip from it, finishing its contents and tossing it into a nearby trash bin. In the two hours that he had been gone, he had changed into his PT uniform. Although a man edging onto 40, he kept in shape for his wife and being a soldier didn't hurt either. As fit as a high school quarterback, he walked in front of his new recruits in his PT shirt and shorts. "How we doin' boys, ready to run?" he asked rhetorically. ((just on a side note, how my RPing? i havent done it in a long time and i wanted to know if i still got it.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 9:23 am
((I'm trying to get a gauge on that myself, just as a side note, remember to put all OOC comments in these little paranthetical things and I think it's an interesting choice to do a first-person perspective. But, it seems to be working for now, so...))
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 11:17 am
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