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by Esgonia » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:19 am
18 years old, Male, Filipino, Centrist-Right(ish). Call me Es, Esgo/n, Ainsley Harriot, whatever. Pro: Memes Anti: Not memes, Minecraft youtubers, any ideology that is represented by this color. |
by The Selkie » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:44 am
Azenyanistan wrote:The Saracens moved deeper and deeper into the tunnels, now clothed, eliminating cultists and demons. A few dozen Saracens were lost, mostly due to unfamiliarity to the tunnels, to the enemy but Iskartya and her Saracens continued on.
Bringing The Selkie with them, they allowed her to fight if she would fight as they moved into the heart of the cultist realm. They sang an old Azen song, which made them happy and more inclined to fight
"I can see the enemy,
He is there before me,
I am with a child and another,
He dares to raise his weapons upon me,
But I shall not fear,
My Lady is with me,
Lady Maria and Lady Death,
Death is upon all,
I can see the enemy,
He is there before me,
I am with two children,
All in my womb,
With my only weapon,
A sword of the Crusades,
I dare to fight,
I dare to slaughter,
I dare to rise,
I dare to revolt,
All for my country,
All for my child and the other!"
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Vanquaria » Sun Oct 04, 2015 11:04 am
Esgonia wrote:The medic was upset that he failed to save Ritsuko. Kotori closed her eyes and gave a moment's silence. Koko pats the medic on the shoulder and tells him. "You did what you could." Then she turns to Kotori, questioning her actions to save the Vanquarian. "Why'd you save him? He tried to kill us, hell, he even caused her death!"
Kotori replied calmly. "Because he's just a mere pawn to this. A puppet, to be exact. Besides, he could be of use to us." Koko was extremely skeptical of her actions and questions her again. "That's not enough, he tried to kill us! He killed her!". Kotori sighs and tells her to come upstairs.
As soon as they both are at the fourth floor, she approaches Lucas and aims the customized Desert Eagle at his head, saying
"If you want him to die, then I will. But we would lose the stuff in his head. something that could be useful to us. Hell, could get us an easy way out of this shithole" as her trigger finger was ready to fire.
Meanwhile Maria was helping out the wounded soldiers alongside the two medics.
by The Isolationist State Of Islam » Sun Oct 04, 2015 11:17 am
by Esgonia » Sun Oct 04, 2015 5:16 pm
18 years old, Male, Filipino, Centrist-Right(ish). Call me Es, Esgo/n, Ainsley Harriot, whatever. Pro: Memes Anti: Not memes, Minecraft youtubers, any ideology that is represented by this color. |
by Vanquaria » Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:35 pm
Esgonia wrote:Kotori continued to point the gun at him and looks at Koko. "Well, are we going to kill him? Because I'll pull the trigger if you do." Koko thought for a while. He's a Vanquarian, a person who's least likely to be trusted. But then, he was probably their ticket out of Moscow, as the border of Moscow was not well entrenched and guarded. After a few minutes of debating to herself and concluding to an answer, she turns to Kotori.
"Fine. If he knows how to get us out, then let him live."
"Good." As she holsters the Desert Eagle with her revolvers. She tells the medic to resume treating his injuries as she attends to Ritsuko and the FAP soldiers.
The medic, seeing as he is losing a lot of blood, covers his wounds quickly and sticks an adrenaline needle in his arm to stabilize his heart rate.
by Free Asian Ports » Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:01 pm
by Azenyanistan » Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:23 am
by Company Paradis » Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:21 am
by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Oct 05, 2015 6:13 pm
Company Paradis wrote:West Moscow
What seems as a normal day is the west Moscow, or as normal as days can get recently, workers were filling into the weapon factories ready to start their day. All looked glum about having to start another day working long shifts with little breaks, except for five workers. These workers have bright smiles on their faces and were almost skipping into the building. The five were not ordinary workers as one might suspect, they hadn’t worked a day for the weapons factories before this. Instead, they were all low level gang members belonging to The Men of Black, each carrying around C4 around their bodies.
Outside, of the factories, numerous gang member had position themselves within buildings and outside, all having loud speakers. Speakers that would send the message of their savior and leader, Jeremy Black. At about 3pm that day, a loud screeching noise could be heard around the front of the factories which not only put civilians at alert, but also the soldiers protecting the factories, who took out their weapons looking for the potential threat.
“Is this thing on? Huh, they can hear me right now? Greetings Comrades!” A loud masculine voiced boomed over the area. “My name is Jeremy Black, of the Men of Black, but you can call me Mr. J or Mr. B, or just Jeremy if you want, maybe even Black,” he yelled than gave is maniacal laugh that seemed fit for a psycho.
Soldiers were already out looking for all the sources of the voice, and while they could detain a few, there were many more hidden around.
“You see, I’m a man that likes to have a good time. Who likes to laugh, but it seems the city doesn’t join me in this view. You’re all so tied up in your jobs and your work and blah blah blah. What’s the fun in that, whats the fun in order? So logically, and trust me I did the proof, if logical is boring, chaos must be fun?” Jeremy did his signature laugh again before continuing, “I just want everyone to have fun so I think I’m going to liven up the place”
Then, the C4 exploded from the five “workers” inside one of the factories causing the ground to shake a little and fire and smoke to burst from the interior out into the open. People directly outside the factory were pushed backed, and the military was put on high alert.
The Men of Black HQ
Jeremy sat his desk, laughing for almost 10 minutes.
"Let the games begin!"
by The Isolationist State Of Islam » Wed Oct 07, 2015 7:08 pm
by Vanquaria » Wed Oct 07, 2015 9:08 pm
Free Asian Ports wrote:The Porteans were in a state of mourning. One of their comrades had just died, and they had seen Ritsuko die as well. As the medic zipped close the body bag containing Ritsuko's corpse, the squad was wondering what to do. Kimiko looked up and saw the Vanquarian enter the room. At the sight of the commando, she flew into a rage and lunged at him. "You FUCKER!!" she screamed. Oda and another SEAL stopped her right before she got to Lucas, and they struggled to keep her away. "She's dead because of you! I'd only known her for less than an hour! AND YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!".
"Stop, Kimiko, we need him alive!" shouted Oda, struggling to keep her still. "He's our only way out of this damn mess, and he has valuable intel!"
Kimiko threw off her retainers and stared hard at Lucas. Then she stormed out of the room, fuming. Oda looked at the Vanquarian, with something like a look of equal parts hate and disgust. "I damn well hope you know your shit. Because if you don't, I'll kill you myself". He followed Kimiko out of the room, hoping to calm her down and talk some sense into her.
Company Paradis wrote:West Moscow
What seems as a normal day is the west Moscow, or as normal as days can get recently, workers were filling into the weapon factories ready to start their day. All looked glum about having to start another day working long shifts with little breaks, except for five workers. These workers have bright smiles on their faces and were almost skipping into the building. The five were not ordinary workers as one might suspect, they hadn’t worked a day for the weapons factories before this. Instead, they were all low level gang members belonging to The Men of Black, each carrying around C4 around their bodies.
Outside, of the factories, numerous gang member had position themselves within buildings and outside, all having loud speakers. Speakers that would send the message of their savior and leader, Jeremy Black. At about 3pm that day, a loud screeching noise could be heard around the front of the factories which not only put civilians at alert, but also the soldiers protecting the factories, who took out their weapons looking for the potential threat.
“Is this thing on? Huh, they can hear me right now? Greetings Comrades!” A loud masculine voiced boomed over the area. “My name is Jeremy Black, of the Men of Black, but you can call me Mr. J or Mr. B, or just Jeremy if you want, maybe even Black,” he yelled than gave is maniacal laugh that seemed fit for a psycho.
Soldiers were already out looking for all the sources of the voice, and while they could detain a few, there were many more hidden around.
“You see, I’m a man that likes to have a good time. Who likes to laugh, but it seems the city doesn’t join me in this view. You’re all so tied up in your jobs and your work and blah blah blah. What’s the fun in that, whats the fun in order? So logically, and trust me I did the proof, if logical is boring, chaos must be fun?” Jeremy did his signature laugh again before continuing, “I just want everyone to have fun so I think I’m going to liven up the place”
Then, the C4 exploded from the five “workers” inside one of the factories causing the ground to shake a little and fire and smoke to burst from the interior out into the open. People directly outside the factory were pushed backed, and the military was put on high alert.
The Men of Black HQ
Jeremy sat his desk, laughing for almost 10 minutes.
"Let the games begin!"
by Esgonia » Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:11 am
18 years old, Male, Filipino, Centrist-Right(ish). Call me Es, Esgo/n, Ainsley Harriot, whatever. Pro: Memes Anti: Not memes, Minecraft youtubers, any ideology that is represented by this color. |
by The Isolationist State Of Islam » Fri Oct 09, 2015 2:44 pm
by Company Paradis » Sat Oct 10, 2015 10:38 am
by Kingdom of Irhk » Sun Oct 11, 2015 3:34 pm
Jeremy Black,
You are cordially invited to come to the Madeleine soon as possible.
William de Sade.
by The Isolationist State Of Islam » Tue Oct 13, 2015 6:38 pm
by Azenyanistan » Fri Oct 16, 2015 10:34 pm
by Azenyanistan » Fri Oct 16, 2015 11:01 pm
by The Isolationist State Of Islam » Sat Oct 17, 2015 8:44 pm
by Kingdom of Irhk » Tue Oct 20, 2015 4:53 pm
The Isolationist State Of Islam wrote:Kvet gonna castrate, and emasculate somebody in this. Watch out!
Before the bombings
Kvet was preparing for his departure from the part of town he was currently in. He packed a backpack with cocaine, ammo, food, water, and other basic necessities. Kvet had one final piece of business to take care of, and that was Jack. His parents were very fucking stubborn. Numerous attempts to get them to pay, and no luck. Kvet had to teach them what happens when people don't comply. Kvet was going to do so, through the torture, and execution of Jack.
Kvet grabbed a knife, and looked up at Jack, who's mouth was duck-taped shut. "Well Jack, I'm afraid that our time together must end. It was a good ride! In more ways than one, I mean that ass was tight. Unfortunately however, your parents did not pay the ransom. You must be quite the loved child. But, I want to send your parents a final parting gift! You see they really don't understand, that this is fucking Moscow! And that I'm a psychotic motherfucker! now you, you may ask yourself 'Well Kvet why are you referring to yourself as psychotic?' Because I fucking am!! I'm fully fucking aware that I'm fucking crazy. You're parents may not, but I fucking do, and I intend to teach them that."
Kvet turned on the video camera. "Hello Jack's parents! May I say its so fucking great to see you again, and hey! Your son Jack is here! Now you see I was going to plan on, dragging him out a bit longer, but some fucking holy warriors have decided that they'd move in. Now I'm not implying that its their fault, wait, that's exactly what I was implying. I mean they have fucked up, All! My! Fucking! Plans!. I was going to fucking ambush, kill some fucking traitors, but they just came in and fucked! it up! So now your son is being, terminated early."
Kvet slowly made his way towards Jack who was crying. Kvet stroked Jack's cheek with the back off his hand. "Oh Jack, I am so sorry. You deserve better than this, such a noble soul, but nobility gets you nowhere in life."Kvet cut Jack's belt off. "Now uh, parents! If you have any children in the room, lets just say this next section is TV-MA." Kvet pulled off Jack's jeans, and cut off his underpants. "Now Jack. You may feel a little prick!" Kvet said. Then taking his knife to Jack's penis, he slowly began cutting it off. Anybody within a three block radius could hear Jack's muffled scream as it happened, and tears poured down Jack's face. Kvet finished cutting off Jack's penis, and held it up to the camera. "Danm! that was really on there I tell you what. Maybe it wouldn't have come off if you had just Paid the fucking ransom!" he chuckled "But it's ok, its ok. Its your money after all" Kvet said. Then turning back to Jack he knelled down, and gripped Jack's scrotum. "That's a nice fucking pair. I just wanna cook 'em up, and eat 'em! In fact. I think I will" Jack began screaming before the knife even touched him, but when it did it was justified. Kvet slowly moved through the scrotum, causing Jack immense pain. Finally Kvet cut them off, then tossed the away. "Aw, I don't think those are good for eating. But you know what, I think that Jack still has some life left in him!" Kvet said looking at the camera. He then pulled out a lighter, and began heating the blade while taking off Jack's shirt. "Now I figure, why not literally make him a message! Nothing like carving a message into him to get the point across!"
Kvet took the blade, and slowly began to carve something into Jack's chest. The Knife sizzled as it carved into Jacks chest, and Jack had began screaming, then suddenly stopped. The message in the said To the fucks invading my land: Here's a welcoming gift, Sincerely, Kvet. P.S, Get the fuck out while you can.
Kvet took the knife out of Jack's chest, and turned to the camera. "Well, it looks like Jack is done playing! Shame I enjoyed our time together, but uh, remember. If you can, get Vanquaria to fight the Sarceans, Parkians, whatever the fuck they call themselves. They did this to your child." Kvet shoved Jack's balls into Jack's mouth. "Nearly forgot the cherry on tip didn't I?" Kvet said, then turning off the camera. Kvet then placed the note on his door step, with a note that read You guys done fucked up. Addressed to the Sarceans.
After the bombings
Kvet decided it was time to move somewhere less, war torn. Which basically meant, he moved out of the way of the Sarcean's. His new safe-house looked similar to his last, but much more barren, there weren't as much explosives as before. Kvet set his supplies against the wall, and took in a deep breath. He grabbed out a radio. For a long time he knew of a Vanquarian radio channel, he never had a reason to use it until now. Kvet then configured the radio to the correct frequency, and hoped like hell they'd answer.
by The Isolationist State Of Islam » Fri Oct 23, 2015 6:57 pm
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
William was calmly sitted in his office,dealing with the everyday business,until a guard came in running.
"-Sir! The radio frequency that we monitor...someone is contacting it.
-Give me this radio."
He took the radio out of the guard's hand,closing the door of his office.
"Greetings. Who do I talk with?"
by Kingdom of Irhk » Sat Oct 24, 2015 2:43 am
The Isolationist State Of Islam wrote:Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
William was calmly sitted in his office,dealing with the everyday business,until a guard came in running.
"-Sir! The radio frequency that we monitor...someone is contacting it.
-Give me this radio."
He took the radio out of the guard's hand,closing the door of his office.
"Greetings. Who do I talk with?"
Kvet could hardly believe that he was about to do this. His whole time in this city he spent fighting for freedom, and he was willing to throw it away to spite the Sacreans. In his heart though, he knew it was never about freedom. It was about the fun of doing it. No matter what his sick, twisted mind told him, he truly enjoyed it. The Killing, the torture, the chaos, he loved it. Freedom was just what he used to justify what he did. He told people, he was a freedom fighter, but he knew he was a terrorist. He didn't care what happened to the city so long as he got his share of the blood.
"Why hello! Now you may have to brace yourself for what I say, note may, I have no idea what the chatter is around your camp. Now you see, I'm a very peculiar freedom fighter, who has seen then light. You may ask yourself 'well why did a freedom fighter contact us' or 'how the hell did you get this frequency' well you don't need to fucking worry how! None of that matters! I wish to join the cause! Fight back the rebels in the city! Especially those fucking holy warriors. Now I don't think I've answered your question, but I like to play guessing games. I don't know if I'm 'famous' around your base of anything, but I would be hurt if none of my doings were told around it. So lets see if any of these things ring a bell! I raided a small Vanquarian weapon cache, and took a man hostage! Who I later tortured for information. Quiet brutally I may add. I then used that information to ambush a convoy! I hope this is more famous because the man who I had previously captured, was hanging from a light poll, naked, with his balls chopped off, and shoved in his mouth. The things we do for love right? Well this action may be less heard of, but I found some man while patrol, and boy did I have fun with him! I mean I fucked him good! Then I carved 'Kvet's bitch' or some shit into his ass. But wait there's more! I raided a refugee camp, that had sold out a freedom fighter, and I massacred every last person there. God that was fun! My final deed, before the fucking Sacreans kicked me out. Was that I captured some fucking pretty boy to ransom, and I tortured him, and I fucked him, and I sent the tapes to some Vanquarians hoping they'd get the message out. Well it didn't so I decide I'd leave those fucking Sacreans a care package, and I emasculated him, and castrated him, and I shoved his balls into his mouth! I even got the whole thing on tape, and left it there for them to see! Now do you think you can guess my name?"
by Azenyanistan » Sat Oct 24, 2015 7:20 am
by The Isolationist State Of Islam » Mon Oct 26, 2015 3:18 pm
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:The Isolationist State Of Islam wrote:
Kvet could hardly believe that he was about to do this. His whole time in this city he spent fighting for freedom, and he was willing to throw it away to spite the Sacreans. In his heart though, he knew it was never about freedom. It was about the fun of doing it. No matter what his sick, twisted mind told him, he truly enjoyed it. The Killing, the torture, the chaos, he loved it. Freedom was just what he used to justify what he did. He told people, he was a freedom fighter, but he knew he was a terrorist. He didn't care what happened to the city so long as he got his share of the blood.
"Why hello! Now you may have to brace yourself for what I say, note may, I have no idea what the chatter is around your camp. Now you see, I'm a very peculiar freedom fighter, who has seen then light. You may ask yourself 'well why did a freedom fighter contact us' or 'how the hell did you get this frequency' well you don't need to fucking worry how! None of that matters! I wish to join the cause! Fight back the rebels in the city! Especially those fucking holy warriors. Now I don't think I've answered your question, but I like to play guessing games. I don't know if I'm 'famous' around your base of anything, but I would be hurt if none of my doings were told around it. So lets see if any of these things ring a bell! I raided a small Vanquarian weapon cache, and took a man hostage! Who I later tortured for information. Quiet brutally I may add. I then used that information to ambush a convoy! I hope this is more famous because the man who I had previously captured, was hanging from a light poll, naked, with his balls chopped off, and shoved in his mouth. The things we do for love right? Well this action may be less heard of, but I found some man while patrol, and boy did I have fun with him! I mean I fucked him good! Then I carved 'Kvet's bitch' or some shit into his ass. But wait there's more! I raided a refugee camp, that had sold out a freedom fighter, and I massacred every last person there. God that was fun! My final deed, before the fucking Sacreans kicked me out. Was that I captured some fucking pretty boy to ransom, and I tortured him, and I fucked him, and I sent the tapes to some Vanquarians hoping they'd get the message out. Well it didn't so I decide I'd leave those fucking Sacreans a care package, and I emasculated him, and castrated him, and I shoved his balls into his mouth! I even got the whole thing on tape, and left it there for them to see! Now do you think you can guess my name?"
"You are Kvetoslav Bugakov,usually known as Kvet in your side. Some of my workers commented on your actions and attacks to anyone,but here's a fun fact. I'm not Vanquarian or anything like it. But I have a proposal,Mr. Bugakov. If you can make your way to the Madeleine in West Moscow,I'll have a job for you,one I can pay you very well for it. For a demonstration of how grateful I can be,soon as you get here,you'll get to...know 2 of my best female workers. You'll have them for a week,just don't kill or carve anything in their skins,and things as such. With these exceptions,you are free to do what you like with them,have it your way and all. If you accept my proposal,well,I'll have more interesting things. Well,I'll be expecting you. Ah,by the way,name's De Sade if you're wondering."
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