I'd usually use a hammer instead of stones, but I broke it. Also, I'm out on my land for the rest of the week, and I seem to have left my hippie-beating gloves at home.

You have to have hippy beating gloves? Weak.

Hey, them hippie bastards are filthy to the point of being genuine walking, talking biological hazards. Touching one of 'em is about as dumb as using a used hypodermic needle you found on the floor of a crackhouse

Nuke 'em from orbit. it is the only way to be sure

Better make that "Nuke 'em from orbit TWICE", just to be certain

And then sow the ground with salt so nothing can ever grow there again.

I just found a series of writings that I thought I lost. Anyone up for a story about a Russian Feme Fatale?

*peeks about to ensure that both girlfriend and sister are in bed*

Does it invovle gratuitous panty references? because if so, I'm in.

Does Fetish Clubs and graphic lesbianism count?

Well it's very poor writing compared to my current stuff so I am re-writing it. Hopefully it will be worth the wait.

Protagonist weapons include:
a Suppressed Walther P-22
a Modified M1919(Like this
Some AIMS assault rifles.

Badguy weapons include FA Bushmaster ACR and DSA SA58 OSW

Lets just say that the pittyful little streat gang turned out to be someone elses B!tch.

Well, then hell yeah.

Since you all seem to like what I am re-writing I'll give you a teaser.


This is Marynka Baibakova our main female protagonist.
http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z...nk/Marinka.jpg

Her Rifle

Over the ark of the story she has to choose over two lovely young women.


Bashira a single mother from Saudi Arabia.
http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z...nk/Bashira.jpg

and "Jane" a co-worker with a dangerous secret of her own.
http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z...rpunk/Jane.jpg

Her MP5

^Hero Machine 3?

Yup,
It's a great program if you are willing to put up with it's limitations and want to make a bunch of characters.

I was going to make an asinine comment about them using girl guns until I realized they were in fact girls.

I was going to to try and type some more of Dillards' War today, but I don't think that is going to happen. About to venture to wal-mart with Pop's for my mom and big sister, so wish me well.

Happy thanksgiving to everyone.

When I logged on earlier to no new posted and no body on board, I felt like Admiral Adama must have walking around the Galactica in orbit above New Caprica.

I totally forgot that when my 686P is used in single action, the trigger is damn near sensitive enough to be set off by just the thought of pulling the trigger :D

And here is a mock up of those AIM series AK carbines.

http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z...nk/Romi_AK.jpg

So out of all the weird and freaky things that are true in the AC universe... Bigfoot isn't?

What the hell, Ubi?! :mad:

I was watching one of those Paranormal Investigation/Ghost Hunter/Searching for Bigfoot shows with my girlfriend and her family and this exchange occurred:
Me: "If I ever something like big foot while hunting, I think I would shoot him."
Girlfriend: "What if it's some guy in a suit?"
Girlfriend's Dad: "He'd better hope it's just some guy in a suit, because if he shoots him with that little mouse gun of his[Mini-14], he'll just piss him off."

It was pretty funny.

I had an accounting project at the same time that there just happened to be an accountant staying over at my house, so I finished the whole thing in about two hours :D

TEASER TIME:
Fang watched the redheaded woman walk towards him, as he listened to the loud rap music from the small building behind him. He guessed that she was about 5'6" and had a body that he guessed that she paid a lot of money for. He studied her as she walked closer through the warm, muggy night. She was wearing a skintight bodysuit and knee high boots. He could tell that she was a partygirl on her way to burning out. As she approached him he nudged his partner on guard duty.

"Hey Bogota check out the Fly Hottie and she is walking my way ." Fang bragged

"Yeah very chill I wonder what she wants?" Bogata replied

The young woman walked up to the gangers; she hoped the suppressed Walther P-22 was hidden from the pair. Marynka Baibakov was a trained killer; she had killed her first two people with her bare hands. It was rather life changing to look down at a pair of bodies and realizing that you felt little if any remorse under the sickening feeling coursing through you. This was to be bloody and illegal, but the target deserved what ever was to happen to them. For her it was more than the 1,000eb for the job, the Silver Serpents had burned a synagogue to the ground. While she was not a good Jewish girl she was still a Jew.

"Yo red wanna stuff it?" Fang asked

"I will for a hit, I need a hit gato." She replied as her body started shaking as a response to the adrenaline coursing through her system.

"Give me and my choomb hear some good head and I’ll give you some chill special K." fang replied thinking that he was going to interface the woman then gyp her on the drugs, hell she was shaking and pale already.

The woman closed on fang and grasped the back of his head, slowly running her fingers through his greasy hair. Fang looked into her eyes and mistook the lack of emotion for the vacant look of a junkie.
"I don't think you’re up to it, slovitch" She said as she rammed her knee up into his groin hard enough to make him almost pass out in pain. She then spun him around to use as an unresisting human shield as she whipped out the Walther P-22.Fang could barely make out the woman put a trio of rounds into Bogota’s head. A pair of bullets bored through the left eye socket to ricochet randomly inside the ganger’s skull, cutting off the strings of his life. "As you are both flatlined." with that she pressed the hot blunt snout of the suppressed pistol against Fang’s ear and squeezed the trigger.

Marynka let the corpse drop to the ground, and calmly reloaded the partially spent ten round magazine with a full one. She felt a tingle run through her body, indicating that her nervous system was returning to normal. The second gang member had tried to pull a pistol. It hadn’t made sense to leave a witness that could pin her to a murder. Marynka saw the door to the front office open in the corner of her eye and took one-handed aim at the door. A third gang member stood in the open doorway. She could barely make out the streak of movement as a crossbow bolt buried itself in his chest.

A trio of heavily armed men rounded the fence surrounding the place and charged the door the gang member walked out from. One of the trio took the time to drop her vest and shotgun at her feet. As they were breaching the building she slipped the vest on and slipped the shotgun from its scabbard. Her thumb automatically slipped off the safety as she followed the men. She could hear the Romanian PM md. 90 carbines firing. The suppressors on them muffled the sound but it wasn’t the sound of warning shots. The whole raid was going bad, the job wasn’t to kill everyone but to intimidate the gang into leaving the scrapyard alone.

She jogged to the door herself and called out. “Friendly coming in, don’t shoot.”

“Clear.” Toran replied. It wasn’t the name he was born with rather it was a handle he used. The name meant “Captain” in Pashto. They were all using aliases in order to prevent identification. In fact Marynka only knew the real name of one of her comrades for this job.

She entered the building and looked around the darkened room. Her Ithaca 37 following her eyes as the swept the room. In addition to her comrades there was a quartet of bodies. All of the bodies sported tattoos identifying them as members of the Ocho Street Angels. The Angels were a small gang known for drugs and extorting small businesses. They were also known for brutally attacking anyone who offended them. Marynka would shed no tears for the thugs. What worried her was that the job wasn’t supposed to be a bloodbath. Bloodbaths meant bodies and bodies were hard to deal with.
***
I hope you all enjoy.

I demand more from you!!

http://cuteotters.com/uploads/moar.jpg

As I said this is a teaser. a simple eviction is turning into a bloodbath and It's going to get much worse for our protagonist.



Well I've been talking with a friend and Marynka has quite a few notches in her bedpost...Her housemate, her tailor, the girl who does her nails and a waitress at a 24 hour diner. Plus there is at least two women she seriously wants to bed.

Marynka's bisexual?

http://cdn.niketalk.com/0/01/500x100...Park-nice.jpeg

Openly Lesbian.

Even better!!

Openly Lesbian? Why, my day just got made.

Well hasn't this thread escalated quickly.

Lookit here, I made myself a new background for my laptop


http://i1057.photobucket.com/albums/...r/Pistols1.jpg

I've never seen Red Scorpion.

Dude? What the hell? It's the classis "other" red scare movie.

And what's not to love? Dolph Lundgren? Killing commies? Supported by the SADF? Financed by Bernie Madoff? It's a neo-con like mine's fantasy come true.

So, I was working on Dillards' War some and getting a little ahead in the plot then where we technically are and re-read what I wrote, and had a "Holy shit! That's real. That happened to me and my sister. I haven't told anyone about that ever." type moment.

And then I proceeded to call Katherine and try to akwardly tell her that I do indeed care about her and miss her and she simply asked if I needed money or if I had gotten another DUI.

Oh, I watched it on Netflix, like, 20 minutes after making that post.

After seeing Dolph in those short-shorts, though, I might be scarred for life.

You should my platoon before we got the new, longer PT shorts.

A bunch of middle aged guys should not wear the "ranger panties."

You know what is really expensive and what really sucks to buy?

Ribbons and mini-medals.

Y'all want to hear something fucked up that happened to me last night?


I had just laid down to go to sleep,and I start feeling two things: Pressure, all over my body, keeping me from moving, and a weird presence, as if someone is standing next to the bed right up by my face. A couple seconds later I start hearing a horrible noise (There wasn't any actual noise, it was all in my head), like a very large group of people kind of moaning in pain a fair distance away, and it began getting louder and louder, and I somehow knew that I *really* wasn't going to like what would happen if I didn't get that noise to stop and that presence to leave ASAP. My first thought after that was "Oh God, help me", which was immediatedly followed by "Try The Lord's Prayer", so I ran through it twice, and everything went back to normal for about 15 minutes. Later on, when I was right about to fall asleep, the whole thing started over, but I ran through the Lord's Prayer again and the presence left and didn't come back.

The wierd part is, other than the first few seconds, I wasn't afraid until it was all over with, and I somehow knew for certain that everything would be okay and that it was safe to sleep.

Which would win in a fight: Gurren Lagann (from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann) or EVA-01 (from Neon Genesis Evangelion)?