Hm. Interesting. Even more so because this is the first Jason's ever gotten sidetracked in... what, six, seven months?
Okay, Xen, quick question: Did you ever stop to think that I, unlike you, have a job? And that I, unlike you, have to show up for that job if I wish to keep working there? This is my only break time, right now, so be glad I came on at all.
Well, I remember that Lies did make me cry, but I was crying because it was so true. And I particularly take a liking to Angelic. You wrote this for Marina? How sweet. :D
myoblivion: I never said you couldn't. lilbueno: There aren't any real specifications regarding weapons, just so long as you list what their weapon code name is(Zephyr, Genesis, Libra, Virgo, Alpha...), it's fine by me.
I actually saw this one coming. I know what you're talking about, I have this really bad habit of not thinking before acting, and I wasn't thinking when I wrote this, but when I realized what I did, it was too late to take it back. Yeah, I know, research and thought weren't put into this, and this normally doesn't occur when I'm writing stuff. This is just one of those things where I completely screw it all up, and I apologize for that, and take full responsibility for my own actions. But hey, at least you found it interesting. If nothing else, I was certainly shooting for interesting.
When all the positions of Weapons are filled. The weapons available can be found in the summary, if you need a clue as to how many are still open.
WORLD WAR 3, as seen through the eyes of R3c0Nzi13 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ France July 17th, 2556: War has broken out. Portugal and France have gone to war, slowly wiping each other out in a nuclear exchange to set the world into battle. The French Militaire has called for assistance from neighboring countries, and the call has been answered by the British and American military force, the British providing air and naval support, the Americans providing land and air support. American bombs are dropped on Portugal and British ships bombard the shores of France in an attempt to end the fighting before it spreads. But it is already too late... Russia July 19th, 2556: Russian forces battle against North and South Korea, Japan, Italy, and Sweden. Germany has combined its power with Russia to help ward off the encroaching countries, while requesting permission from America to take control of the ISS to destroy any satellites the Swedish, Japanese, Italian, or Korean people may have in orbit, thus shutting down almost all forms of communication. The fighting spreads to Moscow, the heart of the Motherland, where it reaches its climax. Russian forces gain authorization to carpet-bomb Moscow, and the air force, in one fatal run, razes the entire city to the ground. America, The White House July 22nd, 2556: The President of the United States negotiates with the European Union to try and combine all their military forces into one joint strike force. Britain quickly complies, eager to end the war. Those from France and other countries, however, are reluctant to comply, and just as the President is about to continue, another call reaches him... Rio de Janeiro, Brazil July 22nd, 2556: Rio de Janeiro is invaded by the Swedish Armén, who plan to assault America. The Brazilian Ejército is quick to react and sends in an aerial assault as a warning, but are shot down by Swedish anti-air assault guns, causing Rio de Janeiro to light its own flames of war. The Brazilian leader requests help from American and Spanish forces, of which America replies first, but with very little to offer, the bulk of their forces occupied in France. Spanish Soldados swarm into Brazil, and all hell breaks loose as the Swedish naval forces begin to bombard the Brazilian shores. Air assault from America sinks many Swedish ships, but when British naval support comes in, Swedish submarines appear and sink the ships, while the triple-A guns onshore blow American planes out of the sky. A lone Brazilian sniper takes aim at the controller of the Swedish Anti-Air gun, then fires. Though he hits, he is spotted and killed on the spot by an entire platoon of Swedish forces. The war rages on for many years, until... Stockholm, Sweden January 23rd, 2559: American Marines and British Special Operators are parachutes into Stockholm by way of HALO(High Altitude, Low Opening)jump. The General of the Swedish military is asleep in his home, and the mission given to the Marines is to kill him, while the British Special Ops. are tasked with disabling any and all communications still active. Remnants of the Portuguese militar have been stationed throughout the headquarters of the Swedish military, while the General is guarded by a single regiment of Swedish soldiers. American Navy SEALS have been deployed to silently take out the squad, leaving any remainders to be picked off by the Marines. One SEAL is lost in a small fight, but the rest of the team gets away when the Marines open fire on the three Swedish soldiers. The British Special Ops. team, meanwhile, has infiltrated the military headquarters and proceeds to shut down all communications, cutting off the military from the government, leaving their fates in the hands of the rest of the world, which, after the nuclear exchange in France and Portugal, consists of two countries less than what it was made up of. A hostage is taken by the British Special Ops. to be questioned, while the American Marines infiltrate the General's home and kill him while he sleeps. Without their General, the Swedish military will become useless. The SEALS, Marines, and Special Operators are extracted from Sweden, and slowly, the war begins to end. Berlin, Germany January 25th, 2559: Germany is the first of many countries to see the end of the war. Korean and Swedish forces surrender, many placed into custody and executed. Remains of Moscow, Russia January 25th, 2559: the Russian people begin to rebuild their great city as the Japanese and Italian forces who haven't surrendered are killed off. Russian people wonder what the fate of the Motherland will be if another war like this is to break out. Remains of France January 25th, 2559: French and Portuguese survivors hear the news that the war is over and that the allied forces have won, much to the dismay of Portugal. The French survivors rejoice that they have lived through hell once again. Portuguese survivors surrender themselves to the French Militaire and are promptly executed. America, The White House January 27th, 2559: All people present in the White House let out a collective sigh of relief as the news is heard that the war is over and that they have, again, helped to bring about victory for themselves and their allies. The President silently thanks whatever god humanity believes in for not killing him before the war was over, and more so that it didn't spread to America as was planned. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil January 29th, 2559: The Brazilian people have began the process of forgiving and forgetting, but it will be hard to mend the broken ties with those who attacked them. Rebuilding is starting, and is aided by American volunteers who have not yet been extracted from Brazil. The war has ended, and the world can once again live in peace, but for how long is a question nobody can answer, and don't wish to think about. As ties are slowly mended, the world makes a silent vow to never again try and dominate each other, for another war like this would bring about the end of humanity. Something nobody wanted, no matter how badly they wanted to rule. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, yeah, I know it's a touchy subject, but I just had to write about it. I don't expect any good critiques, but I don't think I'd want to see anything to the effect of "This sucks, you suck, go burn in hell, you freak", because I never read that stuff anyhow, and normally just report it so whoever's doing it will shut up. Hopefully, people will enjoy this, if not, well, that's not a problem of my requirement. I'm usually busy with other stuff, so if you want to leave a comment, try popping me a PM if you can. I tend to answer those more.
Okay, here's the general expectancies of an Epic, for reference: 1. Long, as in book length 2. Descriptive(but try not to recreate Beowulf, PLEASE.) 3. Heroic(as is necessary in Epics, no?) 4. Vocabulary to show elegance and intelligence(of which you have a lot of both, given what I'm reading here) That's an Epic in my eyes. If I'm wrong on any of those, then I guess I'm wrong. But, anyhow, like I normally say when I see something as good as these poems you've written, good job, very well written, and sometimes, I'll throw in the occasional "There's a few grammar/spelling problems", but I don't see that necessary here.
As my friend, Xendane, would so nonchalantly put it: "eeeeeeeeeeenteresting." As I would put it: "Nice job, it looks really well thought out, and the story in it all is brought out immensely." I'll let you decide which critique you prefer.
Meh. Can't argue with you there. I'll let it swing.
Yeah, what she said. (I can't think right now, sorry.)
I fixed some misspellings. (You're welcome :D) And, uh... There's only two sides, weapon or experiment. If your guy was made and experimented on, but didn't run away, that generally means he's a weapon. And... I need more information that "He was made and experimented on". That just kinda... Makes it sound half-assed, for loss of a better word. I don't know, I just like it more descriptive and with full effort put in.
Cool, that'll work. myoblivion: Cool that'll work, too.
If you're going to the creativity corner, go find 9th's story or my poem. Both are in need of critiques.
...Gee... thanks... What the hell is Xendane-y wrath?! Have you been spending time around Max again? Welcome. Yeah right, he already knows.
Xendane: Nostalgia will hit in 3...2...1... myoblivion: 'Kay, I can wait. You both are in anyhow.
Okay, I'ma do this all really quick like: 9th Genesis: Thanks a-freakin'-lot, JACK. lilbeuno: That's what everybody calls me, Emmet. It's my last name. Syringe: If you ever met me in reality, I work in an automobile shop, I have my own private gym I set up, and I'm normally out-of-the-country in someplace like Russia or Ireland. Awesome? Me? Naaaaaah. Xendane: It's true, he's crappy as hell! Shut up, Jason...
This poem came to my head when I was drunk one time. I'm still drunk, granted, but hopefully I can keep my head on straight long enough to put it up here. ~~~~~~~~~~ I see the seasons change; With each passing day, Day after blissful day, I see the beauty of the world Unravel before the eyes, The eyes of the weary poet... The Winter, Its harsh breeze Brings endless cold And white snows And the children, They do play, 'Till the day be no more... The Summer, The sun, in its perpetual glory, Warms the world, Blazes through the cloudless blue sky, Ever shining, Bright as the stars at night... The Spring, The blissful Spring, The birds appear, the music sounds, Laughter and joy erupt from what once was sadness, A sign, indeed, That the Spring is a welcome sight For the sore eyes of life... -B.J.E. Sure, it's not my best work, but hey, I think I did fairly well for a first try. "B.J.E." are the three letters for my name, which I will not reveal here. If you want to know that, you'll have to PM me. So, comments? Ratings? Critiques? Your call.
Thanks, all, will do. ("Thanks, All" refers to everybody who's replied so far. I always say this when a group of people helps out in any way whatsoever.)
Summary: You were an experiment... You were never born; never had any parents; never experienced a childhood. You were created. They who created you, robbed you of the life you might never live, placed you in a position where you were to solve impossible tests, and the only way to do so was to use your unique powers. Several experiments prior to you had failed; their very minds shut down, left them rotting in the testing room, lifeless and motionless, until they were deposited into an incinerator, where they became nothing once more. Once more, they were recreated. And you came out successfully. They thought you were their greatest achievement; they believed that they had gone farther than any before them had dared. They thought wrong. One night, under the darkened skies of the new moon, you escaped, unnoticed by any of the guards as you used your powers to slip out into the world before you, never to be seen again. Or at least, that was your intention. They sent other tests after you: Alpha, Genesis, Omega, Orion, Virgo, Zephyr. One by one, these weapons were deployed, and one by one, they returned with no answers. These failures wouldn't stand with your makers. These weapons were upgraded; they were made stronger, faster, stealthier, more durable, greatly enhanced through their senses. They were deployed once more to find you... ...And they will not fail this time. Rules: 1. No spamming 2. No flaming 3. Swearing is allowed to a certain point of my choosing 4. If you are playing as an Experiment, you must rely solely on your powers and allies alone to see you through. If you are playing as a Weapon, you must rely on your technological advancements to see you through. 5. Nobody has "escaped" until they have outrun the Weapons/They Who Made You. 6. Anything out of context must be marked as such(OOC: message here) 7. No god modding 8. No power playing 9. No racial insults of any type 10. Have fun! Template: Username: Name: Age: Gender: Side: Power: Appearance: Bio: Already signed up: R3c0Nzi13: Username: R3c0Nzi13 Name: Skyler Age: 17 Gender: Male Side: Experiment Power: Telekinesis Appearance: http://api.ning.com/files/qHKQHnjxy...fY4Nu*qas2ideYXYDSGCy8EK4pB3vS/AnimeGuy18.jpg Bio: Created in January, 2887, with the specific purpose of use in heavy lifting/restraint/extraction of information. Put through numerous mind-straining tests. Escaped February 23rd, 2887. Currently at large. Has been targeted by Weapon: Zephyr Alpha-2.
