Ziggy455 Posted July 5, 2009 Share Posted July 5, 2009 Not sure if you spotted my purchase order, Ziggy, so I'll just update it to let you see it. How's everyone else going with this? Been a little while since some guys have posted, hopefully you aren't slipping away from it. Been twiddling around with some graphics stuff, came up with this, which I may now begin to incorporate... No man I didn't see the order, what was it? And how do you make moving sigs like that man? I wanted to make one- Grand Theft Auto related of course. "I might have laughed if I'd have remembered how." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eminence Posted July 5, 2009 Share Posted July 5, 2009 It was just a couple posts up... • Barret M82 ('.50') Sniper Rifle - $900 • M67 Grenade - $300 • M2 Browning Machine Gun ('Browning Automatic Rifle') - $500 • MP5 Submachine Gun - $450 $2150 in total. I used this tutorial by M|cheal. First step was buying the Xara program; you need special software to create the 3d animation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Build Up Your Army Posted July 5, 2009 Author Share Posted July 5, 2009 Your Eminence, Thou has Deleted the funds of your faction. Good day sire. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mrpain Posted July 5, 2009 Share Posted July 5, 2009 Sorry for me inactivity. Heres my 4th story Israel Ground Forces Private 1st Class Agassi Alon September 11, 2012 Chapter 4: The Waiting Game Everybody was dead and I was just sitting in the truck. I was in deep thought and I could not think of anything except Sergeant Zahavi. He sacrificed himself for nothing. There was an awkward silence in the battlefield. The radio was just in front of me. I swear I heard the radio talking to me. It said, "Call for help." My hand suddenly reached out for the radio. I was not even controlling my hand. It had a mind of it's own. "General Lino, are you there?" I spoke out through the radio, hoping for a voice. "General Lino is not here, this is Kate Brewshield from control. Who are you?" I finally recognized that female voice. She was my ex-girlfriend. At that moment, I actually wished the enemy would attack me again so that I did not have to speak with her. "This is..um...Private Agassi Alon. I need a pickup. Dugit is secured." I mumbled through the radio. I was talking to me ex-girlfriend so of course I was nervous. "Agassi? It that really you? How many survivors are there?" She asked and I was afraid to answer that question. "One. Just one." I felt a pain in my heart when I said that. I looked over at Sergeant Zahavi's body and I said again, "Yup, just me and the dead bodies." "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Agassi. Um...A pickup will be arriving via helicopter. Looks like you have to wait for awhile. It's good to hear your voice again, Agassi." "Yeah, me too." Few minutes later, I was getting bored. I was playing a waiting game with that helicopter. I took that waiting time to reflect on what I had done during my time in Dugit. I overcame my fear of shooting a gun, I had great respect for Sergeant Zahavi and the next thought woke me up. "I left Stavi with that little girl!" I shouted out at myself. I remembered they went through an underground passage but I did not know where it was leading to. Near the truck was a manhole. I looked up at the sky and looked down at the manhole. Should I wait and leave my good friend and the girl who gave me inspiration behind or should I saved them and be honored for it? I knew what was the right choice, I went down into the manhole. It was dark. Not any kind of dark but dark as the night in a desert. It was cold and I something brushing across my face. Bats, oh god I hated bats. I shot the bats with my Desert Eagle due to the annoyance of them. "What was that?" I heard a voice echoed to me. It was neither Stavi nor the girl. It was underground, who would want to go there? I hid behind a wall when I heard footsteps walking towards me. Two soldiers holding guns were searching around the place. I overheard their conversation. One of the said, "I swear I heard gunshots." The other one explained, "Must be the fight ongoing above. I hope they kill those Israel f*ckers already. We need to ship the plans back to base." Both of them laughed and one of them said, "Yeah, can't wait to bomb Israel." I was secretly pointing the middle finger at him. "And we have prisoners! That soldier and the little girl. Pure dumb luck for them." Soldier and the little girl? "Stavi!" I accidentaly blurted that out. The two soldiers took notice and I quickly shot them both with my Galil Rifle. I ran away and I saw a light shining. I followed the light and it was the enemy's camp. I saw Stavi and the little girl tied up nearby. The girl was crying heavily in Stavi's arms. I sneaked around the camp got to them. "Stavi, let's get out of here." I whispered to them. I tied them loose and signaled them to get out of there. I led them to the manhole opening and we got out of that hell hole. The enemy saw us and began firing. The helicopter finally arrived right on time. "Go! I will hold them off!" I sprayed a whole round onto the enemy while Stavi and the girl got into the helicopter. I simultaneously fired my Galil Rifle and made my way to the helicopter. As I made my way in the helicopter, I was shot in the leg. We got off the ground and the girl was happy to see me back. General Lino was in the helicopter and he gave me handshake for a job well done. "General, there's still some trouble going on. They are planning to bomb Israel." "What? What are they trying to accomplish? Alright, Private Alon, you are promoted to Sergeant ASAP. Understood?" General Lino exclaimed. I reached out in my pocket and took out Sergeant Zahavi's badge. What would he wanted me to do? "Thank you General, I'm ready to fill in Sergeant Zahavi's shoes." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eminence Posted July 5, 2009 Share Posted July 5, 2009 Your Eminence, Thou has Deleted the funds of your faction. Good day sire. Did you post this and expect it to magically happen? I don't see anything different. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Build Up Your Army Posted July 5, 2009 Author Share Posted July 5, 2009 Your Eminence, Thou has Deleted the funds of your faction. Good day sire. Did you post this and expect it to magically happen? I don't see anything different. Sorry I forgot to save it, It has been done now. I apologise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eminence Posted July 5, 2009 Share Posted July 5, 2009 Your Eminence, Thou has Deleted the funds of your faction. Good day sire. Did you post this and expect it to magically happen? I don't see anything different. Sorry I forgot to save it, It has been done now. I apologise. You need to add the weapons as well, you know? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Exclusiv3 Posted July 5, 2009 Share Posted July 5, 2009 I'm going to be out for a bit... I thought I'd have enough time but I can't seem to continue this for the time being. If anyone wants my slot, they may take it. When I return, I'll probably be in another faction... or the same if no one wants the slot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StrappedEnd Posted July 5, 2009 Share Posted July 5, 2009 i will switch over to NATO after i write my last story for Israel later today hopefully. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StrappedEnd Posted July 6, 2009 Share Posted July 6, 2009 ISRAEL DEFENSE FORCE EAGLE'S TALON Chapter 4: Jump As we were approaching the drop zone the Bahrainian Military shot up a defensive missile. It shot up towards our plane, nothing the pilot could do avoided it. It struck the tail and exploded sending pieces of the tail went everywhere. Mateo, Abraham and I quickly regained our balance. The plane was going down fast and there was nothing to do. There were only three parachutes and the pilot knew that. "It's ok Amit, the captain has to go down with its ship. Now go get that son of a bitch!", the pilot yelled over the hum of the one engine still working. "I can't leave a soldier behind. Grab a hold of me!", I yelled back. "Just go god dammit!" the pilot answered. The three of us grabbed the parachutes and glided softly onto the beach just outside of what looked like Zharov's castle. When we touched down we saw our drop plane crash into one of the guard towers sending streams of guards to survey the damage. Luckily for us it was on the otherside of the godly old stone castle. Sortly after the explosion we saw the Battleships and Crusiers of the U.S. Navy in the horizon. We actually would get help from the Americans. An amphibious APC exited the bow of one of the Battleships and it quickly made its way through the shallow waters. When it hit the doors slammed open and the Navy started shooting at the Bahrainian air force and their small Naval ships. The now seven of us scurried into the castle killing every guard in our way. We were on a mission, and nothing was going to stop us. We were in the zone as the Americans would say, until we came across a room full of about six nuclear missiles. In the middle of the crowded room was a laptop and as the seven of us walked up to it it turn on to a video. It was Ivan Zahrov. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there right now but I wanted to get a good view of the fireworks. Its Independance day after all, what would the Fourth of July be with out fireworks? Lucky you guys. You will get the best view in the house after all you are standing next to the fireworks. Take care gentlemen." he said in a sadistic manner. As soon as Zharov stoped talking a timer hoped up. It read five seconds left. At that very moment we all knew the results of this mission. We were too far into the castle for any of us to get out alive. "It was great working with you Amit", Mateo said with tears in his eyes. "I know Mateo it was great working with you and Abe as well." I said calmly at piece with death. It was ironic, my life in the military began with a boom and now it ends with one too. The explosion was so extraordinarily huge that it compleatly obliterated the entire island and its one million inhabitants and the several steel towers of the U.S. Navy. The bomb in total killed 1,013,858 people who were moms, dads, sons, and daughters. It was the single worst loss in an explosion ever. THE END I will now switch over to NATO, i have some good ideas. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eminence Posted July 7, 2009 Share Posted July 7, 2009 (edited) :~ Edited July 31, 2009 by Eminence Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Osric Posted July 28, 2009 Share Posted July 28, 2009 Sorry for my long absence, my computer had a virus and it nearly killed it. I should resume writing soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean Capel Posted July 28, 2009 Share Posted July 28, 2009 Got any open spots in the IRA? If so I'm all for keeping this alive . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ziggy455 Posted July 29, 2009 Share Posted July 29, 2009 Got any open spots in the IRA? If so I'm all for keeping this alive . I'll make a spot for you. Welcome to my Irish game Boyo! Peace and Chicken Grease. "I might have laughed if I'd have remembered how." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chunk Posted July 29, 2009 Share Posted July 29, 2009 You can take me off IRA. It didn't work out as I had planned. Have a good feckin' day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Guru Posted July 29, 2009 Share Posted July 29, 2009 I don't think I'll continue this so you can cross my name off from PRC. It was nice serving with you guys. The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Osric Posted July 30, 2009 Share Posted July 30, 2009 I would like to buy a Steyer TMP and S&W M629C for Novaya Russia. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean Capel Posted July 31, 2009 Share Posted July 31, 2009 It's Jean Capel, not Dean, hehe. Also, I'd like to buy a Browning HP, some C4, and an E-tool, for the IRA. My first story should be up relatively soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean Capel Posted August 1, 2009 Share Posted August 1, 2009 (edited) BUYA: (IRA) Revolution and execution Chapter 1: The Lion’s Den Dublin, Ireland, St. James’s Hospital Kane Kilgour propped his AK47 automatic rifle up against the wall, and looked around the sterile steel room. None of his comrades seemed to be watching, so he slipped a cigarette from his pack, lit a match, and took in a long drag. He was supposed to be watching the approach from James’s Walk, but he’d not seen so much as a scout for four hours! He chuckled ironically, if this was the supposed might that the queen’s propaganda pamphlets had spoken about when they’d be dropped yesterday, then the war was already won. Just then, several screams emerged from the other room, and before Kane could pick up his rifle, a crack and a thud broke down the wooden door separated him and his fellows with a thunderous noise. A tall man in a balaclava, a ballistic helmet, body armor and what seemed to be a British armed forces uniform by the OF6 Brigadier patch on his right sleeve. “Move and die ye bloody nationalist c*nt!” the man yelled wielding an MP5 automatic submachine gun. Kane raised his hands and cursed his ill-vigilance. “I just f*cking knew this was going to go all arseways…” he muttered. Suddenly, the apparently British soldier erupted in a voracious chorus of laughter. He let his MP5 slack down to his chest on its sling, and pulled the balaclava from his face, revealing his true identity. ‘Captain’, Connor Gillpatrick let an almost delusional smile crack his face, before returning to his disciplined self in time for a lecture. “Kane, did you really think we wouldn’t be keeping an eye on a greener like you? I ought to f*cking dig you!” He shouted at the still surprised ‘greener’. Connor was a disciplined man, he’d fought in the troubles in the north, and he took his work seriously, which was strange as he used his sense of humor as a training tool in some situations, such as this one. Kane decided it’d be best to take it on the chin; he nodded, acknowledging his mistake. “It won’t happen again sir.” Kane stood in acknowledgment of the man’s ‘rank’. Connor chuckled and clasped Kane’s shoulder, “I’m not worried about it, because if it does, I won’t need to put a bullet in your head, you’ll catch one all by yourself.” Kane returned the not-so-pleasant humored joke and spoke up, “Sir, with all due respect, after this is over, I’m taking you to a pub up north and I’m going to claim you.” Connor chuckled morbidly imagining this, Kane was a scrapper, but he was green. He’d only been with their faction for a few months, and had only been in a few live-fire fights. Besides, he was ‘Black-Irish’, and his build was relatively moderate, excluding his abdomen and legs, which were well muscled from years of athleticism Connor however, was a pure Irish IRA veteran, he’d fought in the troubles and other conflicts, and had his fair share of experience and scars, they were evident physically and mentally. “Come on, I’ll send someone else to watch James’s Walk for a bit, you could use some company.” Connor clapped Kane on the back and led him out the door to one of the operating rooms of the surgery ward of the hospital. “I’d prefer the company of a flah, rather then these boys, although I appreciate the generosity.” He replied with a grin. “Oh just do what yer’ told to ye f*ckin’ gack.” Connor chuckled, but he was completely earnest in his statement, insolence could get people killed in the field. “Now, I’ve got to go check on the stock pile and see if command has tried to get in contact recently. Use the radios if you need to get in contact, remember, we leave in one half hour gentlemen, so be ready.” Connor spoke plainly and frankly. And with that, the field captain sent a man to the James’s Walk window, and left them to their own devices. Kane analyzed the room, looking around it. The metal surgery tables, bloodied by the recent outbreak of violence, had been propped up against the windowed walls, he figured to help as a bulwark against small arms fire. The windows had been knocked out, and two large rather rugged men had set up M60E4 heavy machine guns, both used bi-pods on the thick window sills, and front grips for recoil control, as well as 3X magnifications sights on picatinny rails. Four other men, mostly young and scrawny, had been given door duty and between them had two Tec-9 sub machine guns with extended 50 round magazines, one ‘sawed-off’ single barrel pump action 10 gauge hunter’s shotgun, and one Armalite-15 automatic rifle equipped with a front grip and a reflex sight in ‘E-scope’ configuration. A few other men littered the room, chattering amongst themselves with side arms in hand. Kane decided to take up position at the window, and struck up a conversation with the machine gunners, mostly reminiscence of fights, pub crawls, battles, and holidays. At that same moment, Connor, the field commander was checking on the three men he’d ordered to stockpile and inventory the supplies they found and had already accumulated. “Report?!” He exclaimed to the startled men deeply. A tall and rather lean, apparently mid-twenties man approached calmly, but urgently, he’d been the one ordered to oversee the scavenging operation of the hospital. He stood up straightly, with remarkable posture for a younger man and began his report. “So far, we’ve accumulated several boxes of sterile antiseptic bandages, the same with gauze. We’ve found an excess of 30 sterile syringes, several kits filled with surgical instruments, and several hospital medicine cabinets worth of vicodin, morphine, iodine tablets, antibiotics, and various other items. As far as weaponry, including what we’ve already obtained, we’re in possession of several heavy machine guns, a few sub machine guns, a surplus of side arms, a fair amount of automatic rifles, a shotgun or two, and every man is armed with an E-tool. We also have come into possession of a case of C4 which I have here.” The man finished his report and waited for instructions. “Good. Load the medical supplies into the van, issue these boys,” he gestured to the men surrounding the supplies, “AR-15s if you can find them, and get them inside the van. As most of our weaponry has been distributed, put the surplus into the truck. As for that C4, I’d like to keep personal possession of it.” Connor extended his right hand. “Certainly sir.” The younger man replied. He retrieved a silver briefcase filled with the plastic explosive, checked it, and locked it, before handing it to Connor. “The code is 9181.” He spoke discreetly. “Clever.” Replied Connor dryly. After walking back through the hospital to the gunner’s nest, which faced Brookfield Road, Connor announced his presence and entered the temporary IRA outpost. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Kane was no longer slacking off, and was making conversation while maintaining his scouting duty. He clapped him on the shoulder, and for a second Kane thought he was going to earn a rebuke. Instead, Connor handed him a Browning Hi-Power MK. III pistol, equipped with combat grips and an extra magazine. “I noticed you were without a sidearm. Keep it well taken care of and cleaned, it’s a good firearm.” Connor then abruptly took up a position at the center of the room and began his announcement to the group. “Alright! Listen up! We’ve taken all we can from this place; our next objective is to make contact with command’s go-to guy. If on our way we see any injured civilians, we stop, give them a fire arm and some medicinal supplies, and remind them who helped them out when they were down. It breeds good will, and if they would like to join us, all the better! Remember, contact and civilians are our primary objectives, do not engage combatants unless they pose an imminent threat or fire on us first. We’re pretty well supplied, so we won’t be stopping for anything unless it’s extremely valuable, understood?” Connor barked the last order at the various men in the room. A resounding ‘yes sir’ echoed across the room, as the men began to gathering their gear and moving from the soon to be dismantled outpost. Each man carried his individual gear and filed down the hall to the entrance facing Mount Brown St. “Kane! Get your green arse over here!” Connor yelled plainly. “Yes sir?” Kane answered as he approached. “Cut the sir sh*te, that’s for when I’m issuing orders, the ‘support’ or the civilian attachments, we’re all Irish and we’re all fighting for the same cause. Call me Patrick.” “Alright then Pat.” Kane answered with a chuckle. “Eer’, ‘old onto this for me,” he shoved the briefcase into Kane’s hands, “It’s C4, and I don’t want to be a walking landmine.” He laughed, he was serious, but it was a humorous situation. “Now, take this,” he took a belt from a discarded pair of trousers, “wrap it around your fist, it’ll protect your knuckles and hurt the other guy a bit more. O’ course, you don’t want to be wearin’ it all the time, just when you know you’ll probably be scrapping with a lad in close, ye eer’ me?” “I eer’ you loud and clear.” Replied Kane, his accent wasn’t as thick; however, he made the remark in good humor. And with that, Kane slipped the belt into his cargo pant’s pocket, grabbed his rifle, and took off after the others down the hall. As he got to the blood stained lobby, that’d been filled with bullet holes from previous firefights, he saw a ‘support man’ Connor, or Patrick’s, word for the tag alongs, the people who only carried gear or did support, those who didn’t fight unless they had to. The man was struggling with a wooden crate of supplies from the hospital. “Here, lemme’ help you with that mate.” Kane volunteered as he helped pick up the other end of the crate. Connor, approving of Kane’s actions, aided in the carrying of the crate outside to the entrance. Several vehicles were already lined up and loaded; a red hard-toped jeep was mostly empty, and a windowless black panel van was filled with men, with an M60 mounted on the back of the jeep. An ambulance that’d had the white on it painted black was loaded with the medical supplies, along with two other ‘support men’, armed with Armalite-15 rifles. The driver of the ambulance was unarmed aside from a Glock 17 handgun and a mandatory E-tool between the seats. The passenger, in true spaghetti western fashion wielded a sawed-off single barrel 10-gauge shotgun, probably for anti-vehicular purposes. The final vehicle was a two door truck that had been given the addition of a top for the back of the truck, mainly to keep the weaponry inside of it, inside of it. It contained four men, one driver and three passengers, one was wielding an AK47, two wielded Tec-9s, and the driver had an MP5 between the seats. The men in the ambulance opened the doors to make a bit of room for the crate, and scooted into the very back of it. With a group effort, the men lifted the crate into the back and shut the doors. Over the roar of engines, Connor clasped Kane’s shoulder and pointed to the jeep in the cacophony of sounds. Over the noise, no one could hear the silenced bolt action rifle, Kane only noticed it when Connor’s eyes widened and his Kevlar vest turned from black to a dark brown. “Well bugger me in Britain.” He said softly, before he collapsed to the ground, causing his sub machine gun to knock against his chest. As the other support man simply froze in shock of the moment, Kane dropped to his knees and pulled Connor to the side of the ambulance. He was still breathing, just barely. He held his eyes open and lightly slapped his face, “Stay with me, keep your f*ckin’ eyes open!” He screamed. And just as a few heads turned amongst the chaos, automatic weapon fire broke out from outside the vehicles. At this point, British troops, real troops this time, surrounded the convoy, it’d been an ambush. Those outside were quickly slaughtered, the automatic gunfire quickly ceased as apparent S.A.S troops surrounded the convoy. Kane quickly found himself with a pistol pressed against his neck. “Get up,” Growled a voice from behind Kane. Even though he was armed, the ‘support man’ did nothing, to the apparent amusement of the armed man. Kane raised his hands and stood up, he turned around to face his assailant, who was equipped with a balaclava, and Kevlar leggings and arm pieces, and some sort of ballistic soft vest with anti-small arms plates. Kane lowered his hands slowly, the trooper apparently didn’t mind, he slipped his hands into his pockets, and began to wrap the belt he’d taken around his right fist as best he could using one pocketed hand. “You are all being detained as official enemy combatants for the terrorist group Sinn Fein, or the Irish Republican Army, take your pick. You are being charged with murder and conspiracy, as well as anything else we feel like stacking on you. Any resistors will be shot. Any questions? No? Good,” Announced a voice from the troops surrounding the convoy. As the voice finished announcing, the survivors outside of the vehicles began to be rounded up, those inside were apparently being watched by Marksmen. Kane slowly marched past the ambulance, and decided that was the time to make his move. He rapidly hit the ‘support man’ in the face, crunching his nose, and turned and grabbed the support man’s back collar with his left hand, bringing him into a shield position, whilst he unholstered the man’s pistol with his right. He shot his would-be captor in the knee-cap, the round went through, and he then shoved his shield towards him and knocked him down. He emptied the rest of the magazine into his enemy’s chest, a few rounds missed the plates and penetrated the vest, they incapacitated the assailant. The maelstrom began, automatic and semi-automatic weapons fire broke out, from inside and outside of the vehicles. The convoy began to take off; however, Kane dropped to his knees and tried to lift up Connor. He grabbed the MP5 on his incapacitated leader’s chest, and unleashed a flurry of automatic weapon fire on approaching troops, forcing them into cover. The support man pusillanimously rose from his position, and ducked down before crawling into the back of the ambulance and cowardly shutting the doors. The jeep and the truck had already left; apparently taking the pre-determined route to the contact’s meet. Fighters from the panel van were doing their best to provide cover fire for those gathering discarded weapons and wounded but not incapacitated comrades. Kane couldn’t make Connor budge, and the opposition was closing in on them. Suddenly, he was pulled by apparently strong men from his position, off of his leader’s now corpse. A man in front of him picked up the case of C4 and the ballistic helmet and threw them into the back of the ambulance. As he was pulled into the back of the ambulance, he struggled vehemently and shouted Gallic swears at the top of his lungs, whilst demanding he be released. He heard the automatic gunfire began to finally slow down and cease, and heard the rumble of another engine as he kicked at the ambulance door. Finally, when he ceased, he was released. The anger, the rage, the grotesque fear he felt, could not be described in words, at least not in his own. He looked down at his sidearm, sighed, and holstered it. He adjusted the belt on his hand, and wrapped it tighter, to the point that it strained his knuckles. He looked at the ‘support man’ who had been so quick to abandon a comrade. As he started to react to what he knew was coming, Kane leapt into action, he pounded the man’s face with his right fist, the bridge of his nose, his sellion, he even thought he'd heard the sound of an eye socket shattering. Just before he was pulled once off once more, he struck a final blow to the man’s solar plexus, knocking the air out of his lungs. He shot a look at the battered and fearful man, and sat down, guarded on either side by the two other support men, who although not official ‘guerrillas’, were more skilled and experienced then the man Kane had just beaten. Some semi-automatic gunfire rang out as the vehicles rapidly fled the scene, leaving the pandemonium to the Lions and their den. Kane pondered what would happen now, what of command, what of their mission, what of civilians. He sighed, and decided that his pondering would soon be answered. ---- I hope you liked it. Also, I only used vehicles as they were needed for the story, and since none were posted, I couldn't really ask to buy them. I can arrange for them to disappear if needed. If I may make a suggestion of a few weapons and their prices, as I'm a bit of a gun nut, I'd love to see some of these. M110 Sniper rifle (Expensive) Bul M5 pistol (Moderately expensive) Fort-500M Shotgun (Moderately expensive.) Ruger Security Six Carbon Steel Model Revolver (Moderate) Luger Parabellum (Pistol Carbine) Expensive, for that retro feel MP7 PDW (Moderately Expensive) AR-7 Semi-Automatic rifle (Cheap) Akdal Ghost Pistol (Moderate) LAR Grizzly pistol (Expensive) Tavor TAR-21 assault rifle (Moderately expensive) Steyr Scout Tactical Elite sniper rifle (Moderate) Panzerfaust 3 Anti-tank weapon (Expensive) ------- I look forward to the rating. Edited August 5, 2009 by Jean Capel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Osric Posted August 4, 2009 Share Posted August 4, 2009 I'd like to buy a Mossberg 500 and a UMP .45 for NATO. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Build Up Your Army Posted August 5, 2009 Author Share Posted August 5, 2009 (edited) I'd like to buy a Mossberg 500 and a UMP .45 for NATO. You're a staff member, you can do it yourself you know. I've gone ahead and done them for you, but go ahead and tally them up yourself if you want next time, you've got the authority to do so. EDIT: Added MG-42, Javelin Anti-Tank Missile, FG-42, Carl G Recoiless Rifle, KM200 Combat Knife, and I should be adding the vehicles section soon. Fixed some minor coding problems so now the names and story counts should be in the right places. Please, if you have an queries about that or want me to rectify something, just PM me, not BUYA account, but mine. I'll try and mark your stuff Jean, but I'm fixing some stuff so that may take a little longer but I'll get around to it. I'm thinking of cleaning up the melee weapons lists, there are a few unnecessary weapons in there that are taking space but I'll see about it. Phhhw, finally I'm clearing this up. Thanks for the renewed interest Jean. Rated By: El Zilcho Edited August 5, 2009 by Build Up Your Army Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean Capel Posted August 5, 2009 Share Posted August 5, 2009 (edited) No problem my man, it gives my practice for my writing talents. Also, I love me my KM2000 Bundeswehr! (In other words, could you add the KM2000 to the IRA's stockpile?) Edited August 5, 2009 by Jean Capel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Build Up Your Army Posted August 5, 2009 Author Share Posted August 5, 2009 (edited) IRA - Jean Capel - Chapter 1 The Lions Den [Rated by El Zilcho] Very good work, I liked the detail you went into concerning the weaponry and the layout of the outpost. The action was good too, as well as the believable dialogue. I genuinely felt for the characters and I didn't have to backtrack much at all to follow the flow of story. An all round good start to your writing here. $80 Added StG 44, M20A3, McMillan Tac-50, Kar98k, M1A1 Carbine and some other goodies. Expect a vehicles list soon, and an augmentations list (silencers, scopes, reflex sights, red dot sight, aperture sights, advanced iron sights, expanded clips, double clips, more powerful ammunition, etc. to add to the building up your army ideal.) Edited August 5, 2009 by Build Up Your Army Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean Capel Posted August 5, 2009 Share Posted August 5, 2009 Sweet. I normally wouldn't go into such weapon detail, but since this is building up your ARMY...hehe. Anyway, for augmentations may I make a list and send it your way? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
El Zilcho Posted August 5, 2009 Share Posted August 5, 2009 Sweet. I normally wouldn't go into such weapon detail, but since this is building up your ARMY...hehe. Anyway, for augmentations may I make a list and send it your way? Of course, that would be a great help. In fact, if anyone here wants to make a list regarding the augmentations or the vehicles, feel free. Once that's done, all that's left will be the table work. U R B A N I T A S Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean Capel Posted August 5, 2009 Share Posted August 5, 2009 Alright, I sent a list of augmentations your way, you can work on the hard stuff... (E.g. Tables/pricing) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skimask101 Posted August 7, 2009 Share Posted August 7, 2009 Can you add me to the Mujahideen? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean Capel Posted August 7, 2009 Share Posted August 7, 2009 (edited) I should be adding my second story soon, cheers. Also, update my story count to one please? Edited August 8, 2009 by Jean Capel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Guru Posted August 8, 2009 Share Posted August 8, 2009 Hey guys, I left this because I thought it was dying but seems like I was wrong. Can I join Israel? The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Osric Posted August 8, 2009 Share Posted August 8, 2009 Sure, in fact, I was just readying my first NATO story. Should be up tonight or tommorrow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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