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Skytzoe reloaded the revolver, then fire down again, taking more care to connect the bullet holes with one another. He jammed his hand into the serration he made, and ripped it open. He drew a larger revolver with a scope from his jacket, then jammed it down into the wound he made, then...

James took his chance, aiming at the mouth of the creature he fired the entire magazine of his rifle in one volley towards the monster's mouth. Skytzoe landed atop the monster. He aimed his revolver down, firing four rapid shots, the recoil seeming to barely effect him.

He kept his gaze on the man with the rocket launcher, just a few feet above him. He slowly began to lower his upper body down, bending his knees. He jumped up, placing his foot against the face, pushing off again. He grabbed the edge of the cliff, pulling himself up as quickly as he could. He...

"Simple. We'll let you go. See, we're not completely coldhearted. At least not me. But don't you fucking dare compare me to that coward Lyons. That will get you killed."

Nixon wiped his face off. He blew the amber of his cigarette until it was a flat tip. He stood up and walked around the table, "I warned you." He stepped behind Randy, placing his hand on Randy's forehead and pulling it back. With his other hand he began to lower the cigarette slowly toward the...

"You know. You're lucky. I'm about to show you something that people rarely see..." Nixon pulled off his helmet and let it hang. He put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, "Last chance, or else you're going to have a very bad day."

"The only thing you're doing by not talking is delaying the end of you and your pathetic militia. You have no idea what we're planning, and believe me, it's much worse that what happened yesterday. So, going to tell me what I want to know, or am I going to have to take more drastic measures?"

The next morning... The hole in the wall had been hastily repaired with concrete and pieces of the destroyed building. Nixon sat in the mess hall. Two loses, that's all. He heard a voice behind him, "He's awake." Nixon walked into the room. The room was small, containing one light, a...

The tank turret slowly moved again, aiming to the tenth floor of the building from which the additional fire was coming from. The tank rocked, and smoke began to come from where the shell had hit. The supports of the tenth floor failed, the rest of the building coming down onto the ninth, then...

Hey, let's see all of you make a better game.

The ground shook, Nixon crouched to prevent falling. He looked around, then ran to an intercom, "I need every soldier with power armour at the garage ASAP!" Nixon ran to one of the Humvees, popping open the trunk, as did four other paladins from the Midwest. Each produce a gattling laser and...

"We don't exactly know what they're planning, but we do know they're going to attack soon." Nixon crossed his arms, "Well, when they do, we're ready. And we might have a trick or two up our sleeves." A small smirk crossed Nixon's lips as he spoke. He looked back at the vehicles then back to...

Lights were visible on the highway, five sets of two, one set lower than the other four. As they approached their destination, a radio transmission was sent, "We heard you needed some help." A transmission came back, "Welcome to Lansing, glad to hear from you." Their was one Abrams tank, and...

Kay. But I'm not changing it.

Then why did you list them as a faction at all?

Kay... Name: Nixon Davis Age: 26 Appearance: Around six foot, longish black hair, usually seen in his power armour. Weapon: AER9 Laser Rifle Faction: Brotherhood of Steel. Brief history: Being born into the BoS, he had been training in Detroit, as a result, he is now a paladin at the...

Another volley of rounds, this time nine, not aimed at the man, but his weapons, specifically the warhead of the RPG and the fuel line of his flamethrower. As the ninth round was discharged he dropped the gun, crouched down, then picked up a rock, flaming from flamer fuel and threw it toward the...

Skytzoe looked up at the man, the barrel of his Glock aiming towards the Jamaican. He noticed the canister loaded in the RPG. Thermobaric. He took a deep breath, then his gun discharged. 8 rounds, two directed toward the head, two to the abdomen, and four toward the explosive device on the end...

Skytzoe detected the smell and hear the noise of someone coming. He looked under him. He removed an arm from the cliff and slid his backpack off his shoulder. He opened a pocket, then put a stimpack between his teeth. He pulled Derek's gun from his waistband. He dropped the gun and stimpack down...

This thread is almost dripping with ignorance.