ROSA: Republic Vs Rebellion

[Lochie_old]

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Phusion dived quickly underwater, the freezing water soothed him, above him bullets went flying everywhere. Behind him, Mainland and two other members followed him. After several minutes of swimming and quick gulps for air, they submerged at the lighthouse, one solider got up and tried to make contact with the other squad.

 

"Repeat, Delta, can you hear us?" he said,

 

"Yes, we can! Damn, those road checks or whatever they are got us good!"

 

"Whats your current location?"

 

"We are now safely in Vinewood, where are you?"

 

"Santa Maria, we shall meet you at Idlewood after Operation Hotel, this is Echo... Over and out"

 

The squad ran to Mainland's hideout, Phusion jumped in his Picador, Mainland jumped into the passenger seat as the two other men sat in the tray. Phusion drove quickly to Los Santos's tallest building, many guards stood outside.

 

"This where the Republik are holding a conference, all the officers should be there. This is why we have sent Delta to plant a bomb in the Conference Center, this should cause some serious distraction so we can storm the building and take atleast one officer as hostage, alright, you boys know the plan" Mainland said.

 

Phusion drove up the street, and turned around and sped up,

 

"On the count of 3, everyone out!" Phusion yelled,

 

"1..."

 

"2..."

 

"3...!"

 

The Picador ran down the guards at door, but made a giant bang. The squad of 4 moved in quickly, inside mayhem was about.

 

"Jesus! What was that..." A man screamed, a storm of uzi bullets flew through the hallway.

 

People came storming down the stairs, the squad cut most of them down,

 

"Alright men, leapfrog position up the hallway!" Marauder roared through the gunfire, they jumped up each other and let off bursts of fire, as they made it to the stairs, ROSA were organized.

 

"There they are! Shoot them!" Someone screamed, one of the squad members head exploded from a shotgun,

 

"sh*t! Keep going!" Marauder grimaced, more bullets were pounding the wall behind them.

 

They charged up the stairs and took cover behind a table, bullets hammered it, and soon they were vunerable.

 

"We are screwed, we are screwed, we are screwed!" The man yelled to Phusion,

 

ROSA Corps came charging to the table,

 

"Oh god damnit!" Phusion hollered,

 

"You and Mainland go! I'll stay back!" The solider told them,

 

"We never leave a man behind" Marauder turned to him,

 

"Today you do! Now run!" And with that the man pulled out his grenades, he put all his fingers into the pins.

 

"Long live the Sep's!" He pulled the pins,

 

Phusion and Mainland ran back to the stairwell, a giant bang went off, and the building began to crumble.

 

"What do we do?!" Phusion was scared,

 

"Up the stairs! We can parachute off!"

 

They ran up the stairs as giant clumps of rocks fell down, up the top a great sight met them.

 

"sh*t!"

 

A helicopter loomed above them,

 

"SHOOT!" Phusion bellowed, they let off round after round of casings, as the machine gunner fired around them.

 

"This is ROSA! Repeat, drop your guns and no-one will get hurt!"

 

Phusion pulled out his baseball bat, Mainland stared at him,

 

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked,

 

"Just watch, I learnt this in the Airforce"

 

Phusion carefully balanced the baseball bat in his hand, he then threw it at where the blades connect to the helicopter, it got wedged. The helicopter was falling towards them.

 

"sh*t!" Phusion screeched,

 

"Jump! Just jump!" Mainland said,

 

They flew down the side of the building just as the middle collasped and fell in half, a parachute sprung open, they landed safely on the ground,

 

"Repeat, our operation is a complete disaster! Requesting help ASAP!" Mainland talked in the radio,

 

"Where are you guys?" A voice asked,

 

"We are currently under the freeway!"

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Could one of the other Sep's please take over from here?

[Snares]

Guys, I'll be posting my story tonight. I'm in an Amsterdam "coffee shop", me and my mates had to stay overnight 'cause we lost our hotel reservations :S. There are loads of guys looking at me like "Food?"

Edited May 7, 2006 by Snares

[Oddsock]

No.

 

 

I will do so from now on, but if you read enough, it's not that hard to keep up.

See the story above?

 

I have no clue as to where he left off. There are lots of people posting stories, and sometimes it's a while before they do again, so I get sidetracked with other plots. It's hard to follow 7-8 at a time.

 

BTW, Phusion, nice idea with the baseball bat, but the downdraft would have spun the bat completely downwards.

 

So where were you?

[Brad]

OddSock my stories connect to each other. In that way I mean I recap on things that have just happened so you get a breif idea of the story itself.

[Oddsock]

OddSock my stories connect to each other. In that way I mean I recap on things that have just happened so you get a breif idea of the story itself.

Okey dokey, good for you.

 

I'm talking about people like Phusion though.

[Brad]

Good, but err my story is getting restless. I think this my best one yet and if bryce gives the big go ahead then the face of ROSA war will be changed. Dramatically.

[Snares]

Sorry Bryce, can't view that vid, RapidShare never works for me. I'll be posting my story here in a few minutes. Wait for an edit.

 

EDIT:

 

Cold Chillidad

 

There was a photograph of Mike in an ad which was ran in the San Fierro Post and showed all the "friendly Republic Marshalls at the Red County Sheriff's office, after a good job against the Rebellion". Under the photo it said Mike Toreno. He had an odd smirk, innocent, but hiding something, a neat goatee, and a black suit that's made out of a shiny material and that looked like it had snags in it. If it goes to plan, he'll be dead by next week.

 

Mike was staying at the ROSA Marshall command up on Chillidad, or so Rebel lookout's in Angel Pine had said. Snares was nervous. All alone this time. No Dale, no Sportree and no Cubanos.

 

Snares would need to get his own car for this job, and a revolver. Craig, his friend who had got him into the Rebellion in the first place, had been sent to Vice City, to look for potential support and suppliers. He would use him to get what he needed.

 

Vice City was full of old guns and cars, cheap, but still got the job done. Snares phoned Craig.

 

"Who the f*ck is this?! You FBI, huh? Huh?!" came the greeting.

 

"Craig? It's *plate crashes*, you'd know me as Snares."

 

"Holy crap, *Krakatoa erupts*!"

 

"Listen man, I need these things...."

 

Snares got out of the passenger seat of the Roadtrain and walked around to the back of the truck, glaring at his small Rebel camp which he was settling into. He pulled back the handles of the door and swung it open. Out came his Sabre Turbo, formally owned by some Vice City bigshot, Tommy-something. He got into the car and checked the glove compartment, there was his state-of-the-art-piece-of-crap Colt Python. He would have to be careful, revolvers were illegal.

 

---

 

The plan was simple. He would approach the Marshall HQ, acting as a mercernary from Motor City, hired to work with them. He would request to see the Head Marshall, Toreno. Once settled, he would go to the bathroom, and hide his Python in a towel, walk out pretending to dry his hands and slug him in the head. Spies had indicated there was a blackened window in Toreno's office, meaning for a nice getaway. Easy.

 

---

 

"Yeah, Marshall Toreno please."

 

"Right this way... Mr. Blonde." said the black Marshall, looking at the card Snares had showed him.

 

Snares looked quite the part, wearing a coat like the one Starsky wore, and with gelled back hair, of course, with sunglasses. He walked into the door.

 

"Mr. Blonde, I've been expecting you." said Toreno.

 

"You have sir?"

 

"The jig's up Snares, your games are over..." said the Marshall coldly as two of his counterpart's walked into the room, each with pistols drawn.

 

"Can I use the bathroom before I go? I hear the ones in jail are more like a f*cking barn."

 

Toreno nodded. Snares walked in.

 

"One of you go 'round back and make sure he doesn't get out, you, keep aimed at the door."

 

sh*t. Crap. f*ck. I'm gonna die. All raced through Snares' head. He looked at the window, seeing the outline of a man, no two men in the blind.

 

"You don't know who I am but I know where you live, ahhhh." sounded a voice in a Texan accent, kinda like... Dale's? Nah, couldn't be.

 

He heard a silent shot go off, one of the figure's dropped. One figure turned and faced through the blind.

 

"Get it done." The figure walked away.

 

Snares now looked through the keyhole of the door, he saw the remaining Marshall aiming at the door, and Toreno loading a shotgun. Only one thing for it. Snares drew his Python, stood back, aimed at the door. Blam Blam. He heard somthing thud of the floor. Immediately a shotgun blast ripped through the thin door and into his arm. God damn. He flung himself against the wall. His adrenaline was racing. Another round blasted the door of it's hinges. He knew where Toreno was in his mind. It was like slow motion...

 

Snares flung himself out in front of the door, holding his Python up. Blaaaaam. Toreno fired a round. Claaaat. Straight to the brain. Straight to the lung. Snares pulled himself up, he was bleed bad. He picked up Toreno's shotgun and blasted the window of his office out, vaulting through it. He got into the Sabre Turbo and kicked off the engine, he was losing consciousness. Little did he know, he was plunging off the moutain, right towards the ground....

Edited May 7, 2006 by Snares

[Lochie_old]

Ain't it Chillihad? Haha, nice job, Mr. Blonde!

 

Anyway Oddie, I started a new story. I dunno what you mean by "Where you are?" But Im currently under the freeway waiting for some Sep's to help me and Mainland.

[gta_player5]

Chapter 5:

 

I sit there in the back of the squad car, my hands cuffed behind my back, leaning my head against the cage of the squad car and think to myself. How am I going to get out of this? I have nothing with me, I left all of my money, weapons, everything in the car and if the police catch Ottae all of it will be confiscated and they'll be placed in jail no matter how bad Kippers' leg is. Damn.

 

I just sit there and then one of the officers starts to speak with me.

 

"Seems like you're in a bad way right now. The f*cks with you? Looks like you just lost your dog."

 

I just sit there and remain silent not saying anything, knowing that anything I say can be exploited and twisted against me.

 

"What you got nothin' to say tough guy?"

 

After several minutes of just sitting there with my head against the cage we arrive at the Los Santos Police Department. The two officer proceed to get out of the car and remove me from the back seat and then the other officer, the one who was driving then says something to me.

 

"Hey bud, seems like you're in some deep sh*t, I hear an Arbusto representative is waiting for you upstairs. I'd be scared if I was you."

 

They continue to walk me into the police station, walking on both sides of me, ready to act if I was to try anything. We get into the building and they bring me to an interrogation room upstairs where a man is sitting. The police let go of me and tell me to enter the room.

 

"Here ya go kid, go in there and don't try anything funny. Ya hear?"

 

I walk into the room and sit down in a chair across the table is a man, who had a very cold appearance, he looked like a very strict man, one who doesn't take any sh*t from anyone. The chair I sit in is cold and metal, the table is the same. The man then starts to speak.

 

"I am not sure if you've heard, but an Arbusto building has been attacked today, a total of 25 people were killed in the explosion. The report states that it was orchestrated by 3 men, and that 1 of those men was shot in the leg during a shoot out. Now, apparently you and 2 other men were returning to Los Santos from Whetstone were that compound is located, and also one of the men who was in your car was shot, in the leg. Is this just coincidence, or was it you who caused all of the carnage at that compound today?"

 

I sit there contemplating whether or not to tell him I'm the reason why the building was attacked and why it exploded. But I don't. I hold my ground, knowing that if I tell him I will be executed. He then continues.

 

"Speak up now, I don't have all day, now either you start to say something or I'll be forced to have you placed in jail."

 

I then reply in saying "I'll be placed in jail anyway, I'm here aren't I?! Why would I be in a police department with my hands cuffed and not be jailed? I did not blow up that building, me and those other 2 men were hunting on Mount Chiliad when a bullet ricocheted off a rock and hit him in the thigh. We then tried to race into Los Santos to get him to a hospital, but thats when we were stopped and my friends took off."

 

"Ok then, thats all you needed to do. Now that I have this information, I'll have the hospitals in the greater Los Santos area checked for any patients with a bullet wound to their thigh."

 

He gets up from the table and calls a guard into the room.

 

"Guard? Guard? We're done here take this man to his cell."

 

The guard replies "Will do sir."

 

The Arbusto representative leaves the room and goes down stairs where he then is surrounded by 4 security guards dressed in all black suits. The guard then proceeds to bring me down to the holding cells but on our way there I speak with him.

 

"You're nothing but a clown man. You work for the most corrupt motherf*ckers in Los Santos, now maybe you could be like them. If you let me go I've know people who will protect you, we could make you set, man."

 

"Shut the f*ck up, how do I know you're not playing me?"

 

"Does it look like I'd play you? I'm cuffed and being placed in jail, I'm totally serious."

 

"Ok keep talking."

 

"If you let me go, I know a group of people that will pay you for your actions and will protect you from Arbusto. You can hide, we can help you. You can bet set financially, we've got the support of multiple gangs throughout Los Santos. They can protect you as well. Alls you have to do it let me go."

 

"How much money are we talking about here?"

 

"As much as $100,000."

 

"Damn, thats more then I make in 3 years. My annual pay is $32,000. Alls I have to do is let you go? If thats all I'm in."

 

"Ok, cool. You let me go, tell me how to get out of here unnoticed."

 

"Theres a door at the end of this hallway, it'll take you to the impound, there should be a car there with the keys in it."

 

Ok, thanks man. Once I'm out of here, and you leave for the day meet me in Glen Park. I know gangs there, they'll help us both out. Thanks again."

 

"You better not be f*cking with me."

 

"Don't worry, I'm not."

 

I dash down the hallway and outside to the impound, theres a guard sitting in the booth at the gate of the impound, he's fast asleep. I duck behind cars looking to see if the guard is awake, hes not. So I then sneak into the booth and grab the keys to a car. After determining which car it is, I get into the car and blast through the gate.

 

The guard wakes up, startled and sounds the alarms but I'm long gone by time the cops get to their cars. Alls I know is that I got out, and I have to meet that cop in Glen Park. I get into the Glen Park area and ditch the car in an abandoned lot and run back to my house in Glen Park where I change my clothes and put on a hat to try and change my appearance. Its currently 8:00p.m. so I go out to a park in my neighborhood to meet that cop. Before I leave I take 2 of my friends with me, JD and Mike, both are members of the gang I'm in.

 

"Alright guys, I'm going to meet this cop, hes going to try and clear my name, they've got an APB out on me, so I could use all they help I can get. This dude better not be f*cking with me, otherwise......"

 

I cock my nine-millimeter.

 

To be continued....

[Bryce.]

I will update everyone's stories and read them later, I'm out of time unfortunately and have been out all day.

 

Braddo, please only PM me once, I will get to your story when I get to your story. THank you.

 

Edit: Great story Snares and gta_player5. I really enjoyed reading both of them.

 

I'm reuploading to TGAHQ so no one can complain.

 

Double Edit:

 

TGA'd and ready to go. I will update points later on unless gillies will do it for me.

Edited May 8, 2006 by Bryce.

[Snares]

That's a damn cool vid Bryce. I've checked with Tom, and I can keep that Sabre Turbo as my vehicle.

[Stezza]

IMPORTANT ANOUNCMENT

 

From the 25th May to the 13th June I will be on holidays so, obviously, I will be inactive. I will remind you closer to the date to make things more clear.

 

END OF ANNOUNCMENT. ENJOY YOUR DAY!

 

This message was brought to you by Michael's Hair Care centre, where the bigger the hair, the more we care!

 

 

[Lochie_old]

Has anyone updated the points yet?

[Bryce.]

Thanks Snares. That's fine Stezza, if you can, try to submitt a story before you go.

 

I will update now ~P~.

[Snares]

Don't forget to update my profile xP

[Bryce.]

Will do Snares. I've already done a few story boards for my movie, may be able to get it out this weekend. Who knows.

[Oddsock]

Bumpjustcuz.

 

I have a story idea already, but I just wanna make it interesting...

[Bryce.]

I started recording my vid just now. Should be a good one, but I'm awaiting a few suprise mods to be finished for me.

[Brad]

MassIve DestRuction PaRt V

 

As I exited Area 69 I got a call from Bryce…

 

Bryce: I have good news and I have good news! Well first, you have been awarded a badge!

Brrad0: Hey that’s great, but I have bad news. Some Sarin and VX was released from the facility and is in San Fierro. Arbusto is proposing code red martial law in San Fierro.

Bryce: Ok, I will arrange it. You get over to San Fierro. A trainee pilot will fly you to San Fierro.

Brrad0: No it doesn’t matter, I’m in Area 69… WAIT!

 

I spotted a man with a huge case walking downstairs in area 69. I ran and sprinted to find this man.

Brrad0: Sergeant! Make an evacuation of area 69!

Sergeant: Why?

Brrad0: DO IT! Suspected nerve gas interception. Get GOA Arbusto out of here!

Sergeant: Roger! All personal this is Sergeant Garrison. Code red I repeat code red. We have an intruder. All personal evacuate area 69.

 

I ran down back into the underground of area 69. I ran through to I got to the ventilation system. I was right, and intruder was here. I think area 69 was first place to be eliminated. I opened the door and I man set off 3 Sarin nerve gas canisters throughout. He had a gas mask on.

 

Brrad0: ROSA police!

I shot him two times. He was dead, but so was many other people in Area 69.

I shut off the nerve gas. It stopped. I took the rebels gas mask. I went to GOA Arbusto’s office. He was gone. He had escaped. His office was empty. I exited his office and I was in a corridor and on my left was workers. They dropped to the floor. Twitching and drooling. A terrible sight. Many were screaming. I could do nothing. I ran through the corridors and to my sight it was Claire. GOA Arbusto only undercover agent, and my only true love which I met on a mission a few years back.

 

Brrad0: NO!

 

I held my breathe and put the gas mask over her. I carried her through while holding my breathe. My heart was pumping from the lack of oxygen. I ran my heart kept pumping until I saw stairs leading up outside. I got her outside. Dropped her on the floor in oxygen. I took the biggest breathe of my life. She was shaking. I took her pulse and it was decreasing.

 

Brrad0: CLAIRE DON’T LOSE ON MY NOW! I NEED SOME ATROPINE HERE!

 

A TA medic came. He gave me the Atropine. I injected Claire in the arm with it.

 

Brrad0: Come on Claire….

 

She was stabilizing. Her eyes opened and looked at mine. She tried to speak.

 

Claire: Brrad…

 

I hugged her and as she came back. I think now it came clear to the rebels. Now its personal.

[Bryce.]

Good story braddo, points will be updated soon.

 

I'm in a bit of a rutt with my video, I will try and sort it out by this weekend.

[Lochie_old]

Ohhhhh, Braddies has a crush!

[Snares]

Take your time with it Bryce... you don't want it rushed. That said, don't take as long as Tom

 

I've got myself in a dilemma, look at the last line of my most recent story.

[Eddie Sindacco]

The Blackfield Chapel Massacre”

Chapter 1: “Failure is not an Option”

 

Darkness had settled across the tall trees of the Panopticon. The lonely country road was all but silent, apart from the echoing chirps of crickets from within the grass and bushes by the roadside. That chirping was soon joined by the loud hum of a motorcycle speeding through the countryside road as if it was an inner-city highway. Its single passenger was on a sole mission, a mission of justice and revenge…

 

“ God damn fog,” I grumbled as I sped by the single countryside road leading from the Panopticon to the Easter Bay Chemicals compound. As I got nearer to my destination I started to think if I was to late, to late to stop the Rebels blowing up General Arbustos Chemical Plant, which was developing a new strain of nerve gas to use in the war. I was told by the General that failure was not an option, he reminded me of the “incident” in Palomino Creek…

 

It was the 15th of June and I was stationed in Palomino Creek as a commander of a platoon of ROSA soldiers. Our squad had gotten a tip that the Rebels were planning to overrun the town and we stationed ourselves on the hills over looking Fisher’s Lagoon. Sure enough at midnight, several Squallo boats broke through the misty screen of fog settled on the Lagoon. We counted 20 rebels in all armed with mainly pistols and Tec-9’s. The Rebels has greatly under-estimated General Arbustos resolve to control Palomino Creek as they were hopelessly outnumbered by about 3:1. As soon as the rebels landed on the small beach of the lagoon, I, as the squad’s commander, issued the signal to open fire on the rebels. What followed was a complete massacre. All around, the night sky filled with the sound of firing M4’s and the panic stricken screams of the men and women of the rebels. Within minutes the beach was strewn with the blood and bodies of the rebels.

 

“Two of them have taken cover in the cabin on the beach sir,” my second in command informed me.

I signalled for four of my men to accompany me down to the dilapidated cabin. As we neared the cabin I raised my hand and quickly pointed left, then right. Two of the soldiers took up position either side of the cabin’s door. The remaining two crouched down and trained their M4’S on the door. On the count of three I kicked in the door and instantly saw a man crouched over a woman whose camouflaged pants were now stained with blood.

 

Almost immediately the man started to beg for mercy but was quickly silenced by a blow to her head by one of my men. As soon as the rebel hit the floor I motioned for one of my men to take him outside and “interrogate” him, the soldier grinned viciously at the fallen rebel and then dragged him outside. A few moments after the door closed pleas of mercy could be heard from outside followed by thuds of a nightstick. I bent down beside his companion who was struggling to breathe and stay alive because of the several bullet holes in her chest. I reached into her pocket and pulled out a passport with the name “Claire Robins”. I quickly pulled out a list of wanted rebel leaders my superior officer had given me and sure enough the name was on it and without hesitation I put a bullet in her head. The shot echoed throughout the lagoon. The remaining soldiers looked at me in horror, “No Remorse, No Regret,” I reminded them.

 

“Jackpot,” I said to the soldiers in the cabin.

“ Ok, guys, bag her and get him ready for identification,” I ordered.

 

As the men set about doing the task I headed outside to the beach where the rebel woman was being held. The soldier holding her handed me her driving license with the name “Miguel Garcia” on it. I instantly recognised the name from my list.

 

“You rebel scum are more stupid than I thought,” I sneered at her. Well you little piece of sh*t your life is about to get a whole lot worse. I took out my cell-phone and dialled my commanding officer. “ Yes?” said the harsh voice at the other end of the line.

 

“Lieutenant, I have just got two of the rebel leaders we are hunting: Miguel Garcia and Claire Robins.

“ Are they alive Sindacco?” said the commander anxiously.

“ The young man is sir, but I regret to inform you that I put Robins out of her misery, so to speak…”I said hesitantly.

“ Not to worry commander, bring the boy to my “office” in the Randolph Industrial Estate immediately, I will make him see sense and reveal the locations of the rest of the Rebel leaders. It is critical you bring him to me Sindacco, not just for myself and the Republik, but for the safety of your own well being…

 

“You hear that scum,” I said as I punched him into the stomach. Lieutenant Frank Kelso’s “office” is not an office…it is a torture chamber...a place filled with devices and tools that will ensure you will never challenge the ROSA’S authority again let alone walk again.

 

“ Hand cuff the little son of a bitch and put him in my patriot,” I said to the soldier restraining the young rebel. As I walked up the hill to my patriot I began to think about what Kelso had said;” the safety of your own well being…I shuddered, what could possibly go wrong?” I said to myself.

 

“Just to be on the safe,” I thought as I motioned for two soldiers to climb aboard the back of my patriot. I was a gambling man by reputation but I never risked my life. Garcia was bundled into the back of the patriot and the soldier who was guarding him sat in beside him.

 

“If he as much breathe, cut his ear off,” I commanded the soldier.

I got into the driver seat and started up the powerful engine of my patriot. I looked out the window towards the platform where the two soldiers were crouching. “ Keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious…anything,” I ordered them. I slowly drove out of Palomino Creek and headed up the highway toward the bridge that crossed the Mako Span and led nicely in near the Randolph Industrial Estate.

 

As I started over the bridge, I couldn’t help but glance nervously from side to side. As I started to get a sense of calm, I heard what I thought were gunshots and immediately glanced back at the back of the hummer. “Ah sh*t,” I roared as I saw that the two soldiers were not on the patriot but were lying lifeless on the road behind. I slammed my foot down on the accelerator and the hummer picked up speed when all of a sudden loads of rebels started to come out from under the bridge and started to open fire with their MP5’s.

 

My vehicle was met with the pounding force of hundreds of bullets and immediately started to burst into flames. “Abandon ship,” I screamed to the soldier in the back. Both of us jumped from the patriot, the soldier pulling Garcia out with him. All three of us landed roughly on the cold cement, I smacking my skull in the process was rendered almost unconscious.

 

In my painful and groggy state I saw a group of rebels brutally stab and beat the soldier to death. Amongst he cries of agony, the rebel prisoner was then helped up and brought off to a waiting car.

 

“ You bastards will pay for this, I will see to it personally!” I shouted as my world started to spin around and around.

 

One rebel walked over to me and stood above me.

“You won’t be doing anything where you’re going,” he said as he kicked my face viciously. I weakly grabbed his pants and a piece of paper fell out of his pocket. He was to busy beating me off him to notice and in the struggle I grabbed the paper and stuffed it into my pocket.

 

The rebel restrained me and then dragged me to the side of the bridge.

“You like swimming,” he said sarcastically. With pure strength he lifted me up and threw me into the water. Then, darkness…

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Bryce.]

That is a bit of a problem, Snares. Hopefully you can pull your way out of it somehow. I guess that also means I can't use you in my vid, I forgot you were plunging to your death.

 

My video will be done this weekend.

[Snares]

Oh no, feel free to use me. How I got out of the situation I can explain later.

[Bryce.]

I'll try and fit you in Snares. I've really been wanting to have MI7 in my vids, but I'm still confused as to how he's going to work into his vid that he is now the leader of the rebels.

 

BTW, D2TK and a few others are on the chopping block. Less than a week left before cuts.

[GOA Arbusto]

 

~From The Desk of Arbusto

 

As you all know, deadlines are insight. I have decided to move Eddie Sindacco back to the Rebels, sorry about all of this confusion Eddie, but it was done for a reason and I know you originally wanted to be on the Rebels. However, I have kept your points for the two stories you have written. Again, sorry for the confusion.

 

Just remember, all deadlines end at 11:59 PM on May the 17th.

 

Points have been updated.

Edited May 12, 2006 by GOA Arbusto

[GOA Arbusto]

Even Generals make mistakes....

[Bryce.]

Well, I finally got the video archive up. It looks quite sexy if I do say so myself. MI7 did a great job on the GFX for it.

 

If I have missed any of your videos, that are still uploaded and working, please PM me with the links. I will add them immediatly.

 

I have been thinking about adding a Story Archive, tell me what you guys think. However, if we do do it, it would be your job to go back and get all of the post links.

 

 

[Eddie Sindacco]

No i never wanred to be on the rebels, i applyed for the seps...