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WARNING ADULT LANGUAGE!!!!!………Please enjoy this is like the “prologue” to the story I’ve been working on for quiet some time now, just wanna get an idea of what i should or shouldn’t do…thanks your opinion matters..:D

The year is 2100, mankind abused our planet Earth by littering, destroying and rapid use of fossil fuels. By doing all that mankind melted the earths only fresh water supply right into the ocean, and as if that wasn’t enough there was a 10 year war on oil between the western coalition, and the eastern alliances of Russia, and china. The war started in 2075 August 5th…the day I was born…so I grew up a pretty decent life that is until my father left to fight in the war, leaving me with my mom in 2080 when I was only 5 and just started school….As time went on my life got worse and worse the war was all around me not the fight itself but the struggle for it…prices for crude oil sky rocketed to 20 bucks a gallon….riots occurred….people stopped going to school…I felt alone…The war finally ended in 2085 June 20th when both fractions agreed to put all efforts into creating cheap-efficient bio fuels, which in the long run turned out to be a competition on the word “Bio”….From the race to make the most efficient fuel scientists discovered alot about bio fuels they can be used to enhance normal performances proving not to be harmful or toxic at the time….ethanol now the most common fuel is used in most of our cars and only emits harmless water vapor…And for 1.50 a gallon it was a winner….even though that race was over research didn’t stop…..2093 on the day of my graduation they made a discovery that they could manipulate genetic code with these bio engineered products to increase any trait you wish….hearing, speech, and sight….The first tests were on the newly graduated students to let loose a whole new breed of successors they said….till about a year later side effects were realized.

Out breaks of these Bio engineered performance enhancing drugs (B.I.E.P.E.D.S) resulted from the first batch……It had a 10% kill rate from these unpredicted mutations, and a 80% mutation rate which turned the host’s of the B.I.E.P.E.D.S into more agile beings able to contort their psychical body shape, darker skin pigmentations, skeletal mutations including longer spines, and bigger jaws, a great taste for cannibalism and increased aggression…….the last 10% of the first batch that I was in instead what was deemed by scientists rapid evolution occurred, where as these hosts had rapid regeneration able to heal a open wound within a minute, increased brain capacity making the few of us smarter, and unpredictable unique abilities such as increased strength and agility beyond measure making the host able to sprint at top speed for hours on end, higher sense of balance and stability making the host able to land on their feet or recover from a fall in a split second amongst this group of people a total of 11,266 dead after the first year all slow and painful…..83,567 mutated into what are known as the infected, offspring of these mutated hosts were known as nibblers who earned their title by consuming their victims slowly but painfully……the evolved hosts were known as Saints being blessed with immeasurable luck says scientists, but the “luck” of the Saints ran short when the Infected began consuming them because they were seen as major threats to their kind…..slowly they picked off the remaining 10,000 Saints devouring them as if they were delegate meals a large portion of the saints ran like hunted cattle all over the world but the Infected didn’t rest till they found and devoured their threats to their species…….so the war of the Saints and infected began on 2095 August 5th on my 20th birthday, The United Nations marine corps (UNMC) ordered all Saints to their nearest Police stations for immediate protection, but few of them trusted the UNMC and fled……their mistake was being to slow to out run the overwhelming force of the infected, the wiser ones…..joined the UNMC for payback of killing all of their friends I and my close friends became very familiar with weapons put in our arms classic Bio-material guns that shot super heated projectiles at blinding speed with deadly accuracy. The enlisted saints formed their own ranks, squads, and codenames some such as mine Yoshi, my best friend John’s Poison Killer, James a good friend of John and I’s Didn’t have a codename he figured he’d be dead before anyone could remember it, Tammy a girl I’ve known since high school, and consider almost as close as a sister, and My step-Brother Adam codename Elite. Our Squad Spartans was deployed at 0600 at a uninhabited forest in southern Africa, the UNMC had suspicions that a infected population was growing and mobilizing for an attack….this is the Video feed of that nightmarish mission…

(Transmission will be below)
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Scrambly transmission feed) This is the Saint resistance squad Number ZERO-ZERO-ONE Delta Codename Spartans over we are currently en route to infected infested jungle in Southern Africa the UNMC is currently posted 20 clicks away from our drop off zone surrounding the Infected hive location with Mark I armor, and M-90 scorcher rifles. (Static) “Affirmative Delta squad this is UNMC Alpha squad we see your bird moving to the drop-off zone we have you Boys covered from the north and will provide immediate EVAC if necessary, stay sharp DELTA, and be aware there have been reports of Some Saint soldier’s being held captive by the infected, a small UNMC platoon left at 0300 to retrieve captive Saints we have lost contact with them….” (Radio static) “Rodger ALPHA, we have reached our stop, LOCK AND LOAD Its payback! ALPHA we will keep you posted on our progress, and thanks for the assistance….” (Radio static) “Don’t thank us until you and your squad make it out in one piece over” (Radio Static
) “OH RAH!”……..The cockpit to our custom designed Pelican opened up Slowly as it hovered some 50 feet from the ground I turned to look at my squad checking to make sure they were battle ready….Poison carried a Vintage class berret .50 calibur sniper rifle, along with standard M-90 scorcher rifle Wearing his custom painted Mark-I UNMC assault suit, James with a Flame thrower, M-90 scorcher rifle, and his little toy a compact buzz-saw wearing the Mark-I suit with custom red flame’s. Adam wearing a Mark-I with bone details along the face mask using M-90 scorcher rifle along with his 2 vintage 7-shooter Revolvers. Tammy with Light reconnaissance armor used Two compact M-87 submachine guns, and a Bio-Injector a needle that can revive downed squadmates within seconds. I was equipped with the standard Mark-I battle armor custom painted black with blue flames, M-90 scorcher rifle with a plasma launcher attached to it, I also had a custom Vintage T-Rex shotgun Loaded with Plasma shrapnel shells
, along with a Custom Titanium alloy combat knife with a “widdled” back to cut through flesh easier. I saw that everyone was battle ready, so I gave the order for my squad to drop out…..James went first, we stayed sharp looking out of the cockpit for possible infected grunts ready to ambush us, he stood at the end of the launch, looked down turned back to me and said “You know this is bull-**** man why do I have do go first huh? Why don’t you go first you’re the one with the ******* cannon…..” I admired his comment, and said without hesitation “Because Im more important, and if there was infact an ambush down there it would be better if you go cause we wont care if you come back alive…” He laughed, and looked back down “Fine last one down gets to clean our rifles” then he jumped down with the 50 foot drop, This wasn’t suicide our Mark-I suits could absorb the shock from a 250 foot drop, and let alone because of our abilities we could naturally sustain a drop over 500 feet drop, Elite s
stood up without hesitation, and yelled “I’m not cleaning your damn gun Yoshi that thing sucks” and jumped down after James Poison stood up, and said “Go on Yosh I got your six”, I turned to him, and said “The **** you do your aim is worse than mine, and I gave him a small push out the pelican I heard him yell you prick as he fell to the jungle floor, Tammy stood and said “Go ahead, I can clean the rifles, I havnt done that in a while anyways figured its my turn….” I turned to her, and gave her a pat on the shoulder and said “I’m going in first Tammy if there’s infected down there I want you to stay up here till I got the landing cleared 100% got it? And no your not cleaning the guns, I will” she said “No forget that if you do that then I wont be able to shoot something” I pushed her down to the seat, turned to the launch, and Jumped yelling “WOOOO HOOO!!!!” the wind went rushing past my visor as I plunged to the lush jungle floor, I saw Poison just standing up from his landing I yelle
yelled “Move it ladies!!!” They quickly moved out of the way, and I landed on “take a knee” stance with my fist at the ground….Poison said “That’s a little over dramatic but I give it a 10” He lets out his hand to help me up grabbed his hand and looked up at him “Ya it was a little over dramatic, but at least I didn’t fall out of the pelican” He snapped “Hey **** you bro you pushed me out!” Elite added “Looks like you fell out happy feet”, I said “Alright that’s enough you guys we have a job to do” James looked back at us and said “Hey yoshi where the **** is your Girlfriend at?” I barked at him “James **** you I told her to stay in the pelican in case there was an ambush”, “Well if there was they would have gotten to my *** by now, seeing as there’s not tell her to get her *** down here!” James yelled. I told him ok, and set up a perimeter I opened up a private comm. Channel to Tammy “Tammy you there over?” (Radio silence)…..”Yes I am, and did you really need to push me?”, “Well jus
“Well just because im not one of your asshole boyfriends doesn’t mean I cant push you around…”. “Good point, ok is the LZ clear?”, “Yes it is make the jump” I looked up at the pelican to see Tammy look down at me and say “umm……..do you think the pilot could lower me down a bit?” I laughed on the comm. And said “No Tammy he’s at the safest altitude from infected attacks, and you know that…I PROMISE its an easy drop, like onto a mountain of pillows…” She said “Ok…..but it looks A LOT higher than 50 feet…” “It always does now jump” I saw Tammy jump forward, I watched her rapidly descend to the ground, and slam on impact. I cut off the private comm., and Said “See now was that soo bad?” Tammy looked up and said “No…It was worse” I let out my hand to help her up, she grabbed my hand and pulled herself up. I readied my Scorcher rifle, and told Poison to take up a sniper position on the tree’s, Jame’s to lead, Elite to follow up and cover James, and I told tammy to stay Inbetween Elite and
stay Inbetween Elite and I. I was covering our six, and making sure no harm came our way, I saw poison lunge up to a tree and climb it with the imbedded spikes in his gloves designed for excellent grip. James mutter “Why the **** am I always the first guy?” Elite laughed and said “Because the infected like to eat bitches first anyways”.
Okay well thats my epiclly long prolouge if I get enough answers and people find this at least remotly interesting I will post the “action” part of the prolouge where things get VERY funny and very bloody…..hope you enjoyed!

Chosen Answer:

Focusing on content it’s not a bad story line. At least punctuation needs to be a lot better just to make it understandable. It’s kind of hard to follow where one idea/action stops and the next starts.
by: brddg1974
on: 24th December 08