MOSCOW- Character RP [IC]

by **Esgonia** » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:19 am

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 Selkie** » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:44 am

Clad in one of their uniforms, Liv went along with the Saracens.
They seemed to be good people, better people then the Vanqs. She would have to face military prosecution in the Free Lands, though, given that she escaped the city. Colonel Maor would understand, how she wasn't able to live with following Vanquarian orders and command, she would show understanding.
Maybe a few Sarecens would then be able to come to the Free Lands.
Liv hoped, that she wouldn't be executed - while that was a highly uncommon sentence in the Free Lands, it was still a possibility. Once she was home, she would be safe from Vanquarian prosecution, she was AWOL for them, after all. If they had spotted her with the others was a good question...
Then, the Saracens began to sing their warsong. It was a... strange song. About a mother of twins rising to fight.
It seemed to motivate them, so it was alright with her - not that she had anything to say, at all, but that was another question in its entirety. As they were finished, Liv began her own waarsong in a low voice. It was more of a recitative, what she sang, a marching recitative, which brought her through the harshest days in her career:

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

The muscled might of our foe dear
Is climbing up the hill
With our goods sent here

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

Heed well the Fifteenth's Red
When you see it on the field
With the our foes long dead!

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

What means your belt and gun,
When your face turns white
With the our mighty howl?

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

The Fifteenth rolls towards the field,
In the tides of the battle
We will not yield!

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

Snow, rain or sun beats down,
We're fighting for the pride
Of our sovereign land and our own!

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

Fie, why their lords bestow,
They'll be getting their rewards
From our swords and bows!

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

Lift up your swords and sing
For the glories of the war
This day will bring!

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

Heave-ho, with all your might!
The crown on the mountain
Is in our guns' sights!

Hey hey, Laddie-O,
We'll climb that hill
And we'll fight the foe!

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.

Lucas groaned. He had heard the conversation as he was still fighting his injuries with the endurance that came with being a Vanquarian commando. Though his eyes were still closed he said weakly,
" I am sorry about your comrades. I had to kill them as I had orders. Your a soldier...*groans* like me...so I hope you understand...the situation I ...was in. If you want...to...kill me that is okay too. My life so far has been nothing but pain and misery. But..there should be a shitload...of Vanquarian commandos headed...here right now if my...comrades survived the firefight with you guys. I can...help you escape..this hell-hole. Please, give me a chance..to redeem my sins...then you can do whatever you...want with my despicable soul..."

He shook for a brief moment then spurted out blood. His injuries were overtaking him. Well..at least he had told that Esgonian girl his name. Maybe she will remember him of he dies. I never wanted to be a monster...life is so cruel...

A droplet of a tear streaked down his cheeks. Lucas has always fought for recognition and not to be another commando who no one ever cared about. I am not just a soldier. I am...a..
Human

by **The Isolationist State Of Islam** » Sun Oct 04, 2015 11:17 am

Kvetoslav was in the back of a truck full of freedom fighters. They were going to go cause some chaos. That's what they were doing in a nutshell at least. Their actual goal, was to find a patrol of Vanquarian soldiers and make an example out of them. The truck was driving along the streets looking for a patrol of soldiers. Some of the freedom fighters were making small talk. "Goddanm I can't wait to kill some of those fuckers." Said one of them. That ones name was Vlad, or more Specifically Vladislav Romaskova. He was an older guy around the age of fifty. Kvet then spoke up "Were are you from Vlad?" "Me? Well I was raised here in Moscow, but I was born in Vilnius." "Were the fuck is Vilnius?" Another Fighter said, his name Ivan, and he was a bit of an asshole. "It's in Lithuania" "You're a fucking Lithuanian?" Ivan said, then snickering "My family moved to Moscow when I was three. I'd hardly call myself a Lithuanian. And what the fuck are you giggling about?" "Just the fact that a fucking Lithuanian is a freedom fighter." "Why the fuck can't I?" "You're a fucking Lithuanian!" "Both of you shut the fuck up. Nobody fucking cares where you are from." Kvet said to the two. "What the fuck is your problem Kvet?" Ivan said. "My fucking problem is that you're a dumbass" "What the fuck did you call me?" "A fucking dumbass. No reason to get your panties in a wad" "Fuck off" Ivan said. Then a guy in front of the truck, who's name was Sergey, yelled "All of you shut the fuck up!" Kvet then sighed, and observed the gun he was carrying. It was the same AKM he used to mercy kill Mikhail. Kvet was only now realizing the Irony in that. Kvet was also carrying a Beretta 9mm pistol, and several clips for the two guns, as well as a machete. Then Sergey yelled "I found some fuckers!" and the truck sped up. Kvet grab got up and aimed his AKM down the street, and sure enough there was a patrol of Vanquarians in the middle of the street. They all started shooting at the patrol, which consisted of three men and one girl, two of the men were shot to death, and the other was hit by the truck, which was going seventy miles an hour. The truck screeched to a halt in front of the woman. She began shooting and killed Ivan, as Kvet jumped out of the truck and hit her in the face with the butt of his AKM's stock. Then Kvet tossed the AKM back into the truck, and took out his machete. He disarmed the woman while she was stunned, and forced her to the ground.

Yevdo curled into the fetal position, and continued to sob. "Ya know Yevdo. "You'd make a really nice whore, or prostitute, whatever term you prefer. Anybody ever tell you that" Kvet said standing up. "Infact, you were so good, that I'm going to let you live. So you know, run back to your base, and tell them what I fucking did to you. Tell them how big of a cruel, heartless animal I am. Because in the end, you and your army are a thousand times worse. Remember that." Kvet said, while hopping into the back of the truck. "Sergey you're driving!" Kvet said. Sergey then got into the truck as Vlad hopped in the back. "Ta Ta!" Kvet yelled at Yevdo, as the truck speed off

by **Esgonia** » Sun Oct 04, 2015 5:16 pm

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 **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.

Lucas gasps for precious breath as he feels his heart being revived. Slowly moving his fingers and taking in the cold air he felt...okay.
He began to stand up slowly, ignoring the pain as he had been taught by his teachers in the program and said,''Alright, Vanquarian reinforcements should be arriving in less than 20 minutes. Our best chance is to head down under the city through the sewers. I have studied parts of the sewers and I know a couple of tunnels that lead outside though the trek to freedom is dangerous. There will be Infected and Demons and who knows what down there. But I can guarantee that my commando brothers wont venture down there. We just need to find a pothole or something that leads to the sewers...''

He hoped these foreigners will trust him even though he is a Vanquarian. They chose to save my life. For that, I shall repay them the only way I can.

by **Free Asian Ports** » Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:01 pm

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.

by **Azenyanistan** » Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:23 am

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tIsXLyZcWI

This is it. The Saracen commanders looked upon themselves, their fellow commanders and then upon their men. Behind them, thousands of fighters, armed with SKS rifles or AKs or other Soviet weapons. The commanders were armed with pistols or carbines and had their personal guards.

Then when the artillery began to bombard the Dundorf areas again, the commanders stood up from their positions and shouted "COME ON, MEN! CHAAAARGE!" And their men and women and women shouted "FOR SALADIN! FOR THE SARACENS! FOR MOSCOW!" And one of the Muslim commanders said "God wills it!" And a Catholic commander wearing Crusader armour said "GOD WILLS IT!"

The thousands of fighters, less than 4000 but no less than 2000, yelled as loudly as several giants with great guns could and ran out of their cover or positions and into the areas where the Dundorfians were. As they charged, their commanders and their comrades with flags led them into the pitch. And out of the pitch, they will rise again.

"God wills it! God wills it!" Shouted the Christians. "For Allah! He wills it!" Shouted the Muslims. "For Lady Violet!" Shouted the Violetists. Only one commander yelled "For Azenyanistan! For Azenyanistan! Azenyanistan! AZEN!"

And amongst them, one said "No prisoners!"

And they will not take any armed Dundorfian prisoner. For the Saracens are Saracens, warriors from the East, led by Saladin and his generals.

by **Company Paradis** » Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:21 am

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 **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!"

Madeleine,West Moscow

William was sitted at his office,checking his appointments for the day,reunions,potential clients and reports.

"-Mary,schedule of the day,please.

-Mr. De Sade,you have a reunion with some minor leaders who are worried about your position on the war in Moscow.

-Thanks. And you can call me William,you know it."

He made his way to the room,passing by the corridors full of clients and rooms with his workers. It was,with no doubt,a crowded,but elegant place. Despite all the information and power that he held,it wasn't these factors that made different factions be in the same place without attacking each other. The security obviously helped,but their desire for lust,for the possibility of maing their wishes come true in this hellish city,that kept them at bay. As long as they were paying,and keeping the business alive,William would not complain.

Soon as he reached the room,he started talking.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We all know that Moscow is at a little...touchy situation. Demon Cult,war between different factions,and all of that. But,we can make some profit with it. I have an idea. I'm going to..."

Suddenly,a loud noise was heard.

"Sorry. I got some things to attend."

He quickly made his way to his office,starting to search for info in the explosion. Soon it came to his knowledge that Jeremy Black,leader of the Men In Black,destroyed a whole factory of weapons. This attack merely caused damage to gun selling branch of his business. But a series of them...it worried. He planned to enter the conflict as a supplier to both parties,but for this he needed a constant supply.

He decided to move. The news spreading fast: there was a "Russian negotiator" willing to sell guns. And he reinforced his most importat factories with more of his men. He just had to wait for the next move of any side.

by **The Isolationist State Of Islam** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 7:08 pm

Kvet was riding in the back of a truck smoking a cigarette. He'd only recently started smoking them. He found them as a way to cope with things he'd done. In his head he still thought himself better than the Vanquarian soldiers, an evil but a necessary one. He still thought himself as a good man because he fought for freedom. In the truck with him, there were seven men. Vlad and Sergey were there, but there were other men in Balaclava's. Each one armed with an AKM and two clips for them. Kvet was in a convoy with two other trucks, each one carrying seven men. Kvet was singing a song in his head as the truck moved along.

The night was Icy cold, I stood alone.
Waitin' for an army, foot patrol.
When At last they came within my sight.
I squeezed the trigger of my Armalite.

The sound of gunshots breaks out, Kvet had closed his eyes, he didn't want to see what was happening. Men and Women's screams broke out along with gunfire. Crying broke out shortly after the gunfire ceased. Kvet assumed the had driven through an area that openly supported Vanquaria. Kvet felt what was holding. It was a homemade flamethrower. Kvet knew exactly were they were going, but he didn't want to think about it. Then the song continued in his head

Oh mama, Oh mama.
Comfort me.
I know these awful things have got to be.
But when the war for freedom has been won.
I promise you, I'll put away my gun

Then the truck had slowly come to a halt, and more screaming, and gunfire emerged. Kvet opened his eyes to see that they were there. It was a 'refugee camp' more like a small town though. This town had recently given up three freedom fighters to the Vanquarians. It was probably so they wouldn't be slaughter, Kvet knew that, and chose to deny it. Kvet hoped out of the truck, and took a look around. Women and children were being gun downed, executed, getting their throats slit. He even saw a pregnant woman being beaten to death. Kvet glanced over and saw the shadow of three figures in a tent. The tent was close by, and Kvet raised his flamethrower to aim at the tent. Then Kvet light it on fire, but he wasn't prepared for what happened next. When the three figures dropped and started to scream a fourth appeared. It was that of a small child, and the child ran out of the tent aflame, and screaming. Kvet's eyes met the kid's, and all Kvet saw was Dmitri's face on the child. That child realized, that Kvet was his killer. That he was going to die because of Kvet's cruelty. What had struck fear into Kvet's heart was not that he killed a child, but that he didn't care. Kvet realized at that moment, that he was truly a monster. A heartless, soulless killer. Born to bring pain, and misery to others.

Kvet responded to this how he knew best. He began killing. Kvet soon ran out of napalm to shoot at the enemy. So he used his machete. Kvet in a rage began hacking down any civilian that came into his way. He had massacred thirteen people before his comrades were able to stop him. Blood had covered Kvet's shirt, and he was breathing heavily. One of his comrades looked at him and asked "Are you alright?" and Kvet responded "Let me go!" The soldier refused to let him go and replied with "You need to chill the fuck out!" Kvet took a few deep breaths and regained his composure. "Alright I'm fine. I'm chill" Kvet said, and then the soldier released him.

Kvet looked up and saw a row of people kneeling on the ground. All of them were crying. Kvet look at the people lining them up, and said "They're mine." The men didn't argue, they simply said "Go ahead." Then Kvet walked up to the first person in the row. He could tell the man was twenty-one, maybe twenty-two or twenty. Kvet made the man expose his neck. Then Kvet slit his throat deep enough to reach into his throat and pull out the tongue. Then Kvet did just that, and the reactions of the rest in the line were that of fear. Sobbing, gasping, denial. Every form you could think of. Kvet slowly made his way down the line doing the exact same thing. It was only when he approach the end that one person made a break for it, and got away. "Goddanmit!" One of the soldiers said. "Don't worry, he won't be telling the Vanquarians about you. No he is to traumatized for that. The only image that will be in his head, is of me." Kvet said, then slitting the last mans throat. "Lets get out of here" Kvet said slowly making his way back to the truck. But Kvet's eyes had caught the child again. The child was burnt to a crisp, he wouldn't have been able to notice him if he hadn't remembered the place were he had burned him alive. But what horrified Kvet wasn't the body, or the dead child. It was the fact he didn't care anymore.

And then the lyrics from the song played in his head again with emphasis on three specific lines
I know these awful things have got to be.
But when the war for freedom has been won.
I promise you I'll put away my gun.

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.

Spitting at the floor next to him Lucas replied with scorn in his voice, ‘’ Do I look like I give a damn? That is what happens in battle, deal with it. Your sister is now another number in an ocean of statistics that no one bothers to look at. Shut up.’’

Lucas was now standing up, ignoring the pain with Vanquarian toughness and told his new companions, ‘’ We are going to have to move quick. Follow me; I know a pothole on this street. Hopefully it has not been affected by our fight earlier. Come on.’’
Lucas walked outside onto the road and spotted the pothole quickly. Stepping over to it he removed the lid to reveal the darkness below.

Turning back to the SEALS and HUNTRs he asked, ‘’ Can I have a weapon? Down there is more hell than up here, trust me.’’

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!"

The Vanquarian captain observed the wreckage and sighed, ‘’ Why the heck did I get posted here. Shit happens daily in this hell of a city…’’

Turning around to his men he told them, ‘’ Leave the bodies and rubble. Let the company who owned this remove it. Got nothing to do with us.’’

The battalion of tanks and soldiers who had been expecting a mass rebel breakout grumbled and began leaving the scene. In Moscow these things happened almost daily as the captain had said. Mix rebels, gangs, madmen, demons and zombies and that is what you get. The soldiers only cared about quarantining and guarding the city, the private companies with their mercenary armies should be the ones to deal with this.

by **Esgonia** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:11 am

"Here. Take it." As Kotori throws one of Lucas's Desert Eagles back to him. She then tells him to take point, seeing as he knows the way. She then turns back to Kimiko and whispers to her.
"If he makes a funny move, expect me to blow his brains out."
She then follows Lucas back to the Metro, keeping an eye for any demonic activity in the area.

by **The Isolationist State Of Islam** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 2:44 pm

Kvetoslav was laying on the ground inside his safe-house. In front of him was a man that he had to torture. Well, he didn't have to torture him. In all reality all Kvet had to do was get him to film a ransom video, but ransom videos were always much more effective if the subject was tortured. His victim was wearing a yellow T-shirt, Khaki cargo pants, a flat bill hat, and a pair of Vans. The shoes not actual cars. He had blond hair. The victim was surprising not sobbing, not even crying. He was just in shock. I guess there is something shocking about going into Moscow to help people, and then ending up tied to a chair in a mans safe-house.

Kvet stood up and looked at the man. "You know what. I never got your name. Typical of me. I fuck a guy, and I don't even know his name!" Kvet said, putting emphasis on the last word, and letting out a laugh. The man didn't respond, he just looked down at the floor. "You know, that was kinda my fucking hint for you to tell me your name!" Kvet said rather annoyed. The man continued to look down at the ground. "Your fucking name! I need a fucking name!" Kvet said then backing up and putting his hands on his head. The man didn't respond. "You know what? You're right. You can tell me when you feel comfortable." Kvet said. The man then respond with what was basically a whisper "I-I'm Jack."

"Jack?!" Kvet said. "You don't look like a Jack. Jack is a strong name, and you are defiantly not a Jack. At least you aren't from what I could tell. I mean you cried like a bitch when I fucked you. I don't see why! I was gentle! I gave you warning! What did you not want to or something?! Would you fucking deny me that privilege?!" Jack looked a the ground, and said "N-no." "Then why the fuck did you cry Jack?! Why did you cry like a bitch?!" Kvet said with incredible anger, and then calming himself down. Jack didn't respond, and Kvet walked up and stroked Jacks cheek with the back of his hand. "Cmon Jack. I need you to get it together. You're my actor, and I need you to be a fucking star in this shot."

Kvet walked over to a camera, and turned it on. Then he said to Jack in a hushed voice "Jack I need you to tell your parents you love them." "Mom, Dad. I-I love you" Jack said holding back tears "I need you to tell them to help you" Kvet said, again in a hushed voice. "Please help me" Jack said, again holding back tears. "You know what Jack, I think this would be a lot better if I got on the screen, but first." Kvet said no longer in a hushed tone, and laughing. "I need to grab my tools"

Kvet ran over to a table. On which he had torture tools. Knives, salt, and in general things that hurt. Next to the tools was a line of cocaine which Kvet promptly snorted loud enough for the camera to hear. Kvet then rushed over to Jack, pushed a table near them, and set his tools on it. "Now, allow me to introduce myself! I am Kvetoslav Vasilievich Bugakov. I don't know whether you have heard of me or not, but I am what some people call a 'terrorist' I prefer the term Freedom Fighter however. Now you see me, and some freedom fighters saw that 'you' were very, very rich, and that you support the Vanquarian annexation of Moscow, and that your, dear beloved son was coming to Moscow as a humanitarian." Kvet said rather formally. Kvet however lost his chill when Jack said "Fuck you" Kvet backhanded Jack. "Who the fuck do you think you are?! You have no fucking power here! This is my! fucking kingdom! My! kingdom! Just for that Jack! I'm raising the price of your ransom to a hundred thousand, and! your parents will get to see you tortured.

Kvet grabbed a knife off the table, and shoved it up Jacks left nostril. Jack screamed in pain, and grasped the ends of his chair. Kvet twisted the blade as Jack continued to scream, and tried to escape the chair. Over the screams Kvet yelled at the camera "Now! Don't think I'm always this easy on him! Trust me I fuck him gentle! In fact, I'd fucking love it if you didn't pay the ransom! I'd have a new fuck buddy! But If you do want to pay the ransom! Well I'm sure that the Freedom Fighters have told you how!" Kvet tore out the knife, and Jack started to cry. In a compassionate voice Kvet said "Jack, Jack, Jack, there's no reason to cry. If your parents love you, well you'll be given back to them soon. Even if they don't, then you'll get to spend more time with me." Jack continued to cry, and Kvet turned to the camera. "I'm sorry, but Jack doesn't appear to be in the mood to talk right now, but I'm sure you get the point. Pay the ransom, and he'll be returned. Don't, and I get a new toy. Ta ta!" Kvet said, then turning off the camera, and taking out the tape.

"Now Jack! I will be right back, and then we'll have some 'fun' if you catch my drift" Kvet laughed, and walked to a brick of cocaine he had nearby. He used the same knife that he used to torture Jack to cut some cocaine onto the blade and snort. Kvet let out a howl, and walked outside. Were he'd later give the tape to a freedom fighter who would find a way to get the tape to Jack's family.

by **Company Paradis** » Sat Oct 10, 2015 10:38 am

Jeremy was pacing back and forth in his office, looking at his TV screen, waiting for something to happen. But it didn’t, and, as a result, he wasn’t smiling, a rare occurrence. People in his office knew this was a bad sign, because when the boss isnt smiling it meant that anything could tick him off.

“Hey Mr. J, at least the weapon companies are pouring more money into security? In ain’t…” but her never got to finish because Jeremy put a hole through his head.

“I want there to be a reaction!” Jeremy yelled at the top of his lungs, starling the people in the room, “I want the Vanquarian soldiers hunting me, I want the freedom fighters talking about me, I want my name being passed around the street in awe, my name in the headlines. And what happens, everyone regards me bombing one of the most secure places in the city as just another occurrence.”

Then, for the first time that night, Jeremy smiled, in his signature, sinister way, “By morning, I want the heads of soldiers and freedom fighters alike on pikes around the city and our flag waving behind. Then, I’ll end the day with a bang, a bang so big, everyone will have to look and laugh at the brilliance, HAHAHAHAHA!"

by **Kingdom of Irhk** » Sun Oct 11, 2015 3:34 pm

Madeleine,West Moscow

"-Mary,I'm going to check something. You know the usual. If any unusual clients appear,tell them to wait and give me a call. If it's any person looking for work,you know what to do as well.

-Ok Mr. De Sade."

William got out of the Madeleine,grabbing his revolver and calling his personal security team to walk with him.

"-Where are we going sir?

-To the exploded factory. Keep your guns ready at all times,don't hesitate to shoot. Someone pulled a gun in our direction,shoot it.

-Yes sir."

Soon as William personally saw the explosion,he made an idea of the financial losses. It would cost him to construct it back again. But all things have their bright side,so to speak. He could now upgrade it,making it produce more and better weapons. But that doesn't meant that he would let he explosion pass. Looking around,he saw a boy,sitted and starving,a common sight in Moscow. He took 5 dollars out of his pocket,a considerable amount of money in the miserable city.

"-Hey,boy. Want it? Easy. Tell me what you've heard.

-I heard a man...shouting...and then the explosion.

-Name?

-Jeremy Black.

-Thanks."

He then hurried to the Madeleine,writing a note to be delivered at the HQ of the Men In Black.

Jeremy Black,

You are cordially invited to come to the Madeleine soon as possible.

William de Sade.

He never met the no so famous Jeremy Black. He was not known in the city,and was most taken as another psycho making fun and havoc around. But he needed to make his bussiness safe. So he waited.

by **The Isolationist State Of Islam** » Tue Oct 13, 2015 6:38 pm

Kvetoslav was tossing pieces of Styrofoam into a barrel of gasoline, hovering over a fire. His point in doing so was to create a firebomb. He had already found the proper explosives. High explosive mortars. Their explosion would be enough to light the homemade napalm he was making. What did he need the firebombs for? Simple, he was going to ambush a convoy. However this was no regular convoy. It was filled with Refugee's. Refugee's who ratted out some freedom fighters. How many were there? There were upward of five hundred people in the convoy. Both civilian, and not. Kvet was to help a group of freedom fighters massacre them.

Kvet was also high out of his mind on cocaine. He had gotten addicted to the stuff. A day without it was a day in hell for him. His skin would crawl, and he'd shake uncontrollably. Kvet realized the effect the coke had on him. He was in a way much more insane than he used to be. He feed Jack a Vanquarian soldier, and sent the video to his parents. Goddanm his parents were stubborn. They knew Kvet was rapping, and torturing their child, and didn't do shit about it. Kvet could often find him self yelling at people when he was on coke. He'd become erratic. He'd move around a lot more. When talking to people, he could see himself pacing around, pounding his chest, pushing and pulling his hair, ecetera.

It was dark, and the only thing lighting the safe-house, was the fire Kvet was using to make the Napalm. Jack was sitting in the same chair, in the same place. Kvet tossed some more Styrofoam, before immediately feeling quite bored. "Jack! Wake up!" Kvet screamed, startling Jack, who immediately looked at Kvet with a look of fear on his face. "P-please no more." Jack pleaded. "Goddanmit Jack do you really think I have that in me? I didn't wake you up for that. I'm frankly offended you'd even imply that. Do you take me for some sort of, sex crazed monster?" Kvet said rhetorically. "Then what the fuck did you wake me up for?!" Jack yelled at Kvet. "Hey fuck?! Do you not remember who the fuck is in control here?! I don't appreciate you insulting me in my fucking house!" Kvet said approaching him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jack yelled. Kvet backhanded him. "Do you realize how that hurts me?! I invite you into my house! I feed you, I cloth you, I fuck you! And how am I re-payed? Insults! that's fucking how!" Kvet screamed. "I said I'm sorry!" Jack yelled. Kvet somewhat calmed himself. "You know what. Its fine, Its fucking fine. You wanna know why I woke you? I figured we could pass the night with a song eh?" Kvet said. "I don't know any songs." Jack said.

"How the fuck do you not know any songs? Seriously you look like the person who would! Why the fuck are you lying to me?" Kvet said accusingly. "I'm not lying! I promise!" Jack yelled bracing himself. Kvet didn't hit him though "Jesus Christ your parents have to be fucking useless." Kvet said taking a pause. Then he walked over, and threw some more Styrofoam into the barrel. "You know what Jack. You strike me as a fan of The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. You look like a man who thinks that their songs apply to you. They clearly fucking don't you're just a fucking stoner, but for you, I will play a song for you." Kvet said. Jack didn't say anything, but Kvet ignored him, and grabbed a guitar he managed to make himself one day when he was high, and needed something to do.

Kvet pulled a chair, and sat down. "Now you will forgive me if my voice doesn't sound great. I'm not exactly a musician, so don't expect much."

Kvet put down the guitar, and Jack was laughing. "What, you think its fucking funny?!" Jack trying to contain his laughter, and with a smirk on his face said "N-no." Kvet picked up the guitar and smashed it against Jack knocking him out. "Fuck you! Ok! I don't fucking need you! The only fucking reason you are alive, is because of my fucking grace!" Kvet threw what was left if his guitar against a wall. "Fuck!" Kvet yelled. Kvet then took the barrel that was now filled with homemade napalm off of the fire. Kvet swore loudly, and did a line of cocaine. It was enough to make him pass out onto the ground.

by **Azenyanistan** » Fri Oct 16, 2015 10:34 pm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHe2Tpj4Zu0

"FIRE!" Shouted the commander of Artillery Section of the Carolean Group of the Saracens as the guns screamed and boomed again. The crewmen hurried to their guns as more and more guns joined the song of loudness and power. The Saracens were focusing their fire on two foes: The fanatics and the cultists.

Shouting, the commander guided his Caroleans to their guns and in their actions. Once in a while, he would man one of the guns and he himself would fire the gun. Then he would return to roaming around, checking on each crew. The Saracens and the Caroleans had 11 more guns, using them against the enemy and were getting more and more rounds from captured or supportive sources.

And as the artillery sang, woman and men of the Saracen Network sang https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHe2Tpj4Zu0 as they saw their artillery do most of the work for the Network before they would go and join the fight themselves.

"Sing of his final stand, long live Carolus!"

by **Azenyanistan** » Fri Oct 16, 2015 11:01 pm

Yuhnah said
"Halt."
Flatly. Daily. Ordinarily. Halt.

Her horsemen and horsewomen obeyed. And so did the crews of 7 big artillery guns. The halted on the road. And then Yuhnah made a gesture. Go into the buildings. The cavalry and the artillery abandoned their things and went into the buildings. Yuhnah nodded to her aides and rode off.

She turned around to the right. Rode on. She made a few more turns, moving around obstacles until she saw her target.

Rival freedom fighters. And among them, Kvetoslav, whom she did not know. Yuhnah glared at them from the distance, taking care to use binoculars. Then she went away and back to her men.

She had 100 men and 100 women and 7 crews and 7 guns and 22 rounds of ammunition for each gun. Luckily, there was a small ammunition cache for the artillery. Yuhnah commanded them. The artillery positioned and gathered more ammo. The cavalry assumed position. Yuhnah adjusted her armor. The banner holders went to the front, bearing the gray flag that bore both cross and crescent moon. Yuhnah sighed, a small cloud of steam going out of her body. She placed her armors visor down. And then she yelled

"God wills it!" And led the Saracen Angels into an attack. 100 Angels were attacking from the left, 100 from the right. Yuhnah led the right. The right was the hammer.

by **The Isolationist State Of Islam** » Sat Oct 17, 2015 8:44 pm

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 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 **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.

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 **The Isolationist State Of Islam** » Fri Oct 23, 2015 6:57 pm

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 **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?"

"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."

by **Azenyanistan** » Sat Oct 24, 2015 7:20 am

"Fire!" Shouted a Saracen artillery commander as her crew opened fire on one of their enemies. The Saracens were not going to stop their artillery barrages on the bloody cultists and on the heretical Allahuakbaristanis as they call them now but out of hate and insult and disgust, they call them Dundorfians. The Saracens have acquired quite a remarkable army of heavy artillery guns, although old, they were effective in what they were suppose to do: Destroy or heavily damage the enemy.

Meanwhile, Saracen patrols and agents and horsewomen have been sent all over the city where they have control or access to to locate and kill Kvet. Posters of him have been spread all over Saracen territory and because of him, all other freedom fighting factions that were not absorbed or allied to the Saracens were considered enemies and were to be absorbed by force if they did not comply. This meant that the Saracens had the cultists, the Dundorfians and the hostile freedom fighters, especially terrorists, as their enemies. But the other freedom fighters were weak and in small groups. Soon, the Saracens will be the only ones left as the only freedom fighting faction in this city.

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."

Kvet was pissed at what just happened. He called in expecting some sort of help, some sort of assistance. He had valuable information, and now, nobody will fucking know. Kvet took a deep breath, then screamed "How the fuck do you expect me to get there?! When the fucking Sacreans are looking for me?! Do you think I'm fucking invisible?! I don't have the fucking ability to get there, without fucking help! Fuck you! Ok fuck you! You want me to fucking die?! Fine I'll fucking die!". Kvet hung up the radio, Kvet smashed his head against the wall "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He then sat against the wall, and slowly slide to the ground. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die, because a bunch of extremist assholes! FUCK!" Kvet was flipping out. He was having a real hard time dealing with the fact he was going to die, but then it struck him. You see he was never really free, he was always a slave to something, but in death, only then would he be free. He wasn't going to kill himself no. He decided he wanted to die like a badass.

Kvet managed to make his message to the Sacerans pretty clear. He gunned down one of their patrols, which was fairly easy. Then he hung one man by his neck from a lamp post. Kvet carved into the man Meet me at 843 Leninigrad street. We're going to finish this like fucking men.

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