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Post by kristhegameguy on Aug 24, 2008 19:31:19 GMT -7
PROLOGUE
The year is 2010. Barack Obama was elected into office in the U.S. government in 2008. After that he cemented America's relations with Russia. Things were relatively peaceful for a while, save the wars in the middle east. It was in February of 2010 that all hell broke loose. North Korean President Kim Jhong Il launched an attack on South Korea. This resulted in the U.N. retaliating, only to be met with Chinese troops at the NK/SK border. The Cubans then attacked southern Florida and launched a massive terrorist attack on DisneyWorld. Thousands were killed. The Orient then decided to show America they meant business so the Japanese took a stolen M.O.A.B. and dropped it on the San Andreas Fault Line in California. The Resulting Tremor sent L.A./Hollywood into the Pacific ocean, along with all the famous Hollywood actors. While this was going on the middle east unified and launched a nuclear attack on Toronto, Canada. The attempt was thwarted but another one on St. Petersburg, Russia was successful. The Africans Then launched a terrorist attack on Windsor Castle, one of Queen Elizabeth's Homes in England. The resulting attack killed 30 servants and her husband, Prince Charles. This is when the U.N. came in with full retaliation. It was officially World War 3, the war nobody wanted. There would be hell to pay for this, the U.N. swore it.
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Post by kristhegameguy on Aug 25, 2008 6:28:49 GMT -7
Chapter 1 The Attack on Iraq
"Well I don't see why we can't just nuke the b******s and get this over with!" Queen Elizabeth said angrily. "Your majesty, we've been over this. The fallout could spread to areas we don't want contaminated." Obama said. The queen just pouted. "So, we all clear on the plan?" Stephen Harper asked. "Yes." came the response from the table. "Good, now we should all start deploying our forces, before something even worse happens." And with that, the meeting was adjourned. the group left the conference room and went back out into the halls of the White House.
Meanwhile, allied forces all over the globe were mobilizing, preparing for the counterattack. One such group, an American group, was headed to the Middle-East, lead by General of the Army Gregory Thompson. "All right men, we got 20 minutes to the drop zone. Get your 'chutes on and get ready to fly." "Hoorah!" Came the response from to unit. They gathered their parachutes and waited for the back of the plane to open.
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Post by Anima Bella on Aug 25, 2008 10:18:35 GMT -7
This is really good so far! I wish I could write this kind of stuff, it's really interesting
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Post by kristhegameguy on Aug 25, 2008 10:19:49 GMT -7
Don't worry, it gets better. However, it does get more violent. Just you wait until I get really into chapter 1. Then my plans for chapter 2....
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Post by kristhegameguy on Aug 26, 2008 10:12:20 GMT -7
Down in the westernmost part of Iraq a group of 50 Navy SEALs are faced with 300 terrorist troops. The man in Command of them is Lieutenant Albert Jackson. "Where are those Javelins?!?" He yells, as the tanks advance. No sooner did he yell that then a Javelin missile blew one of the advancing Scorpion tanks to pieces. "Command, WHERE ARE THOSE REINFORCEMENTS!?!" He yelled into his radio. "They're on their way, ETA 2 minutes." "No good, we could be swiss cheese in 30 seconds." "We're sorry Lieutenant, we can't get them to move any faster." "Dammit!" He yelled. Just after, a tank shell blows a hole in the wall of the building behind him. "Get those Javelins firing!" He yells.
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Post by kristhegameguy on Aug 28, 2008 12:34:34 GMT -7
"ETA until drop 1 minute." GA Thompson said, as the plane waited for the doors to open. Down on the ground, as the battle raged, the distant sound of planes could be heard. "That must be them! Thank God!" Lt. Jackson said, as another tank blew another hole in the wall behind him. Someone with an RPG-7 they picked up off a dead terrorist then destroyed the tank in question. "30 seconds" The SEALs had suffered losses, they were down to 30 men left against 200, and those 200 still had 30 tanks. Scratch that, 25 tanks... Wait, no, 23 tanks. The sound of planes is getting louder, they're now fully visible, and there are a lot of 'em. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO GO GO!" The back of the plane opened and the soldiers started jumping out. It was like a scene from a movie, 300 paratroops jumping from numerous planes, firing their guns before they hit the ground. The terrorists never stood a chance.
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Post by kristhegameguy on Aug 29, 2008 8:42:00 GMT -7
In the massive confusion the SEALs ran up and took the tanks by storm. They managed to secure 10 tanks fully intact. "Who's in charge here?" GA Thompson asked, as he landed. "Lt. Jackson, at your service sir." Jackson said. "Lieutenant, a d**ned fine job you did here defending this place. I'll see to it you get a promotion when this is all through." "Thank you sir." "TROOPS, ALL IN!" The GA then yelled. All the troops in the area then assembled into their platoons if front of the General.
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Post by kristhegameguy on Sept 2, 2008 14:07:22 GMT -7
"Men, we don't just drop 300 troops as reinforcement. No, we're gonna take it. We're going to show these Iraqi b******s they can't f*** with America. Troops, gear up. We move out in an hour." The GA said to the group. They all knew it was coming. There began some mumbling amongst the troops as they collected the terrorists' weapons, made sure they were dead, and tended to the wounded. They all hoped, though, that they would be joined by another force along the way, 300 people wasn't enough to take down the whole country.
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Post by kristhegameguy on Sept 10, 2008 4:36:31 GMT -7
Chapter 2 The Hit on Hamburg
Amal walked through the streets. She looked like the average businesswoman, nobody would suspect her. What all these people didn't know is that in her briefcase was a high explosive bomb. She was a lady on a mission, to cause as much death and confusion as possible while still staying alive to do it again in a week.
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