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2003-09-16, 08:10 PM
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Lightbulb Collector
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Intro
Brigadier General AztecWarrior was on Esamir. He had just gotten there, being sent there. He was checking his e-mail and he recieved a letter scolding him for not having a report sent in when it was due. One of the symptoms of depression is random mood changes and to break out in tears unexpectedly. He broke out in tears, surprising himself. It was a good thing that he was alone. He had been growing sadder over the past few days, thinking about the war. He had thoughts that it was hopeless, that he alone could do nothing. From there, things got worse. By that day, he was getting suicidal.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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2003-10-08, 09:22 PM
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Lightbulb Collector
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He couldn't take it any longer.
All the pain, the anguish. He was losing his grip on reality, and he knew it. It'll be over, all over....but....respawn....can't stop me....pain... He sat down and began his suciide note. I can't take it anymore.... He tried to think of more, but it was all futile. He put the MAG-Scatter to his skull and began to squeeze the trigger. Funny, he thought. It was the first time he had enjoyed something for a while. A long while... He pulled slowly, relishing each moment.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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2003-10-08, 09:48 PM
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Lightbulb Collector
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This 20th century (1950's, to be exact) announcer voice came up in his head.
"And now, your life will flash before your eyes!" Where had he heard that? Insanity. INSANITY! He was going nuts, for sure. He had been born on Ceryshen. The block of ice of Auraxis. A world of hellish mountains in the bitter cold. One misstep could lead an entire vehicle column to an icy grave, he'd seen it when he was just a boy of around 5. Real early, the days even before respawning. A convoy of the old Terran Legionnaire tanks was on a road going up a tall plateau in a spiral. They were near the top, just one level from the top.There were about three of the MBTs, two smaller Lightning tanks, and a few ANTs. An ordinary power run. The lead Lightning hit a bit of slick ice, and began to slide as it turned off of a cliff. It fell, and hit a lower level after falling for at least 5 seconds. The 75mm shells cooked off during the nanite tank explosion, creating a fireball. The noise didn't stop after the fireball. It hit him. Avalanche! He ran as fast as he could back to the center. He was safe on the top. But the entire vehicle column was destroyed with the avalanche. He was born and grew up normally, despite this incident, until the various crises started. He was studying to be an aeronautic engineer in Ceryshen University when he joined Liberty's Call. He evaded the secret police for a while, until late in his fourth year, when the war finally broke out. His entire family agreed with him, and they moved to the NC Sanctuary. He had done his obligatory service between the ages of 18 and 22 in the Terran Republic Air Militia (backup of the Air Force). He was an off-duty Second Lieutenant. He was one of the founders of his "Screaming Eagles" squadron, which quickly rose to fame in the initial battles. Things ran smoothly for a while. He was in his prime, thus, he was bulletproof. What could go wrong? Everything. When stationed at Eureka, the entire continent was invaded by the allied Vanu and Terrans. For weeks, he evaded capture in the wilderness. He grew paranoid and fearful, and thus begun the downward spiral. That was it. THAT had begun his problems. Once the continent-wide invasion was beaten back, mainly due to the falling apart of the alliance, he was promoted and decorated upon his rescue. But the fall from grace continued, and even worse. During a routine attack in the desert, CDL captured him. Not letting him die, they tortured him daily for three months. The harsh memories came back to him. The shock machine. Viral infection. The hot iron. That accelerated his downfall. Then CDL nabbed him a second time. This time, they had his matrixing info- respawning would be impossible. He was killed. Their mistake came when the crowd cut his body into pieces- a soldier got a strip and then defected to the NC, thus providing them with life-giving DNA. Things got happier then. He married his girlfriend. The future looke d bright. Until a Continental Strike was launched on the NC Sanctuary. The Terrans and Vanu, allied again, took two out of three bases. Had it not been for an accidental chemical weapons leak, the NC would have been defeated then and there. Then his depression started. Even after winning the battle, he felt less and less loyal. Now, he felt guilty about it. He felt shame. He had even tried to desert and live in the TR Sanctuary, His wife was away on a mission. She was a spy, nobody could be sure what the heck she was doing. He felt horrible, and was so bad he didn't want help. He felt the trigger. Only a few more micrometers to go before the trigger moved the firing pin forward, striking the cap on the MAG-Scatter shell, igniting the propellant and sennding 12 gauge pellets into his brain.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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2003-10-08, 09:52 PM
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Lightbulb Collector
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And suddenly, his wife (Black Widow)* came in, in her Stealth Suit.
"Hon....NO!" Aztec didn't hear her. There was a flash, and he was dead. After she calmed down, she remembered that he was just going to respawn. No big deal. (Mr Searo forgot too  )She collected a blood sample, just to be sure, and ran to the nearest respawn building, fearful. *note: No relation to the Black Widow outfit.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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2003-10-09, 09:59 PM
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Lightbulb Collector
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Chapter 4: Damn it, the Post Subject bar isn't working
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There. Something was there. Or was it? Liquid. Around him. Breathing. Tube. There was a tube. There was liquid. Something was outside. As Aztec's brain slowly regrew, his mind could not retain these basic facts for long. A person. It's a person outside. She was special. Why....oh, the wife. Blue. She had a black and blue suit. Stealth suit. War. Shooting. And then he realized that he had killed himself. Just as it all came back to him, the liquid evaporated into the air as the tube opened. He stepped out. And his plan was foiled. What had gone through his head? Suicide was meaningless now, just a way to avoid surrender. Respawning had conquered death, except death of age. The lucky died at around 100, regardless. Age-increasing science hit a barrier during the 21st century. Human life had been stretched to as far as it could go. The ghosts of why he had killed himself came back to him. He felt horrible inside. "Honey, what happened?" Black Widow was talking to him. She put her arms around him. Her eyes gazed into his like lasers, and he couldn't look into them. "I.......I.......ah.....home, lets go..." He felt as embarassed as a schoolboy whose shorts drop when speaking to an assembly. My life is a continuous faliure, and I just failed again.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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2003-10-11, 07:51 PM
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First Lieutenant
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good stuff.
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War doesn't determine who's right, just who's left - Bertrand Russel "The absence of war is not peace." - Harry S. Truman Qui desiderat pacem pr�paret bellum. - He who would desire peace should be prepared for war. When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you - Unknown |
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2003-10-13, 08:40 PM
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Lightbulb Collector
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Chapter 5: Abrupt End
In their apartment, Aztec tried to put his life into words. He just sat there, thinking. Black Widow was gazing eagerly into his eyes, waiting for a response. "It all...the war...it gets into you, you know?" "Yeah." "I've just had so much bad luck, so many mistakes..." "But we all make mistakes..." "Not like that. I am a faliure. I'm DESTINED to fail. And..." At that moment, two Men in Black came in. They each had a little pin on them with the NC logo. No rank logos. "General. I'm Warant Officer Phillip Marlowe. This is Warrant Officer Samuel *****. We need to talk to the Mrs. back at base. Classified stuff. Are we interrupting anything?" Warrant officers. Specialists. Men in Black. God only knows what the government wanted with them. Hell, they weren't even in uniform. Black Widow was one, but her rank was classified. That's all he knew. "Ah, no." He faced Black Widow. "I'll get some help. I'll see a psychologist, a real one this time....heh." "Love ya." She blew a kiss, and out she went, with the two men in black. Aztec went to the holophone to find help.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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2003-12-26, 12:35 PM
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Lieutenant Colonel
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Originally Posted by Mognoc What is it with you and these depressing stories about him getting E.T.C/killing himself/going insane? good story btw. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It makes for interesting events and such. Word |
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