TheSoviet

Heh, nah Commie, not supposed to have other people post what you're saying, which basically I would be if I shared accts with someone. If someone I knew played CoX, it'd be different, but...

Heh, well, if you guys want to catch me sometime, all I'm still playing now is Angel Island, a free UO shard....

Uh, I'm not allowed to advertise or anything, but you can PM me if you want to know more, heh. It doesn't cost anything anyway, so I don't think it's quite the same vein as CoX...But yeah...

I can't aim the Bull for [censored]. I don't know why, just something about it.

More of a 9mm guy myself. It gets the job done well enough for me.

Hmm...I couldn't make it myself on most weekdays. Saturday'd be my best bet.

Yeah, I'll try to wrap stuff up. Like I said, I got *some* more time. Just winding things away.

Gah, I ain't dead!

I promise to keep trolling DevArt signed on at least

I still have a couple of weeks...But I really need to consciously seperate myself from the boards. It's hard enough -- I promise I'll stay a devoted reader, and if you really want to, you can chat with me on DevArt, or ICQ, but I need to stop posting.

It's tough, y'know? It's like I've known you guys forever.

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But please say you'll keep hanging around the board.

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Always

Well troops, I think it's about time that this Soviet packed up and moved out. I've had nothing but great times with all you guys on the boards, but I can't keep paying $15 a month for the forums. I've lost all interest in the game, and you guys have certainly kept me around for a lot longer (and helped me give NCSoft more of my money, God bless 'em :P ) than I would have ever imagined. I humbly request that GMs of the threads I am in decide how to take me out, as I would not know how to go about this.

Thanks for the great times, Forum Crew, maybe someday I'll be back.

--Soviet

"Hmh." Reikoff grunted from his box.

"Charge."

With hoops, hoowahs, and gunshots the entire force of Reikoff's gladiators attacked the Grandmaster.

((The board has eaten two of my posts here...))

Grunts and hoops were heard echoing through the sewers.

((Well, a shotgun blast to the face doesn't seem all that deadly to Schizo, so I'm running out of gung-ho military weapons...))

The Maltans all found soldier outfits - The Trolls, bandanas.

Snikker demanded the black one, and Prikker the green, but neither would yield, so they kept the other.

The Maltans stared back blankly.

((Heh, PERFECT explanation of their in-game bandanas.))

((HE = High Explosive.))

"Chickenshit." One Mercenary grumbled, grabbing his combat knife and carefully picking at the bomb's wiring.

((What sort of bomb is this? I want to see if I could actually defuse it in time.))

((Oooh..))

((Gonna go ahead and wrap up in the lot.))

Between the car smashing into them, the Mercenary assault, and now the giant mech attacker, the hostiles were quickly subdued in the parking garage.

One Mercenary approached the suit, bobbing his head.

"Threat neutralized."

The Trolls were too quick, diving into their sewery home.

"Kum awn." One Troll beckoned as they all fled into a sewer grate.

"Howdy." Curtis nodded to the police around the equipment.

"Whatcha got thar?"

He obviously wasn't very well versed in crime scene procedures - Probably since he was usually far from it by this time.

You can always bring a character back, even after a supposed death. If you want her back, take her back. But if you tire of her, a supposed death here and there can spruce up a story.

As for me? No. I love me boys.

Thorns riddled Marcus' armor, but he had one last trick up his sleeve --

An HE grenade.

"Goodbye." He smiled, flicking it to detonate-on-contact and throwing it at Schizo's face...

"They're clear! FIRE! FIRE!" The Mercenary leader yelled, and the entire group erupted in a massive spray of accurate gunfire.

One Mercenary to the side grabbed one of the attackers by the head and planned to twist his spine right into his brain.

Curtis looked about, and shook his head.

"C'mon, les' head to the dinin' room, er the crime scene, er whutever the 'ell 'appened in thar."

The Mercenary that had brought them down the stairs, though seemingly unmoving, was quietly tapping out an emergency code on his radio...

And suddenly, with light thumps, three of Vasquez' Special Operatives were on top of the van, sniper rifles aimed at the heads of the gunmen.

"Don't move." One ordered as the Merc drew his SMG and eyed them nervously.

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"This way, sir." The Mercenary offered Tharomar, showing him to the emergency stairs.

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Vasquez was a bit puzzled - He distinctly remembered taking a bullet far too close to the neck of his body armor.

Why hadn't it hit him?

For a brief second, he thought he could see a thin blue haze, but he dismissed it as nothing.