Choose your own story!

[Noodle]

Much like here.

Before we start, I have to lay down the rules for you guys.

1. After I finish writing a section, I will leave you with several choices. Pick one choice and respond as quickly as you can with that choice. The first response I receive is the one I'll use. Choose wisely. This story can end very quickly if you make the wrong choice.

2. Try and understand that I might not be able to continually post sections as I do have a busy life. With that said, I don't care if you discuss what happens, just make sure that when I do come back, I don't see fifteen posts saying, "First choice" or "Kill him off!" Remember, the first response is the one I'll use.

And those are the rules. Pretty simple right? Good, so let's get started.

Also...

3. I am going to use names of Bungie members based on who posts in this thread...this is the first time I've done this so don't make me regret it by acting like a dick. And don't request to be in the story! Remember, the only reason you should respond is if you want to discuss the story or tell me what choice you'll make.

I'll include MGM people's names, starting with mine. We'll see who cares enough to post in this thread alot to have their name included.

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Seafire sat down on a large rock and stared at his M-16. It was a pretty souped-up rifle. It had a supressor to silence the bullets, a 10x zoom scope, and a grenade launcher. Grenade launchers. Noob Tubes, like in COD4. Man, he missed Kandahar Airfield, where the whole batallion would crowd around the big flatscreen TV in the mess hall to watch him play the damn thing. The TV was so big that the M-16 in the game was larger than the M-16 in his hands right now. He looked around the village he was standing in. He was on night patrol to look out for any Al-Queda men trying to sneak a roadside bomb or something.

Suddenly, something caught his eye. A tall man was talking to one of the civillians. Seafire hadn't seen him around here before, he knew everyone in the village. The man had a vest, it wasn't a bulletproof one, but a big vest. Then, he turned just enough for Seafire to notice the three Hand Grenades in the exterior of the vest. This was not right, he thought. Seafire sneaked up closer and hid behind a wall, listening closely to their talk. The taller man was increasing his tone, as if to state his authority in the village. The civillian was cowering over the might of this man, who eventually started yelling. It was a few minutes before Seafire got the living daylights scared out of him. A gunshot, a loud one. Seafire poked his head around the corner to see what was wrong, and the man was running away, a solviet AK-47 in his hands. This was Al-Queda infantry.

Now for the choosing part.

Should Seafire...
A: Run after the man alone
B: Call for backup
C: Get his nearby buddy, ____* to help him hunt the man down.
D: Combo of 2 answers. (Eg. A/B.)

*Next person to post will be that person.

[Devious]

B, C.

[Noodle]

Seb has the vote.

I'll do the next part tommorow, I only have a few minutes before I have to go.

[Rofldonutburger]

They have one like this in halomaps too.

[Noodle]

Alright, lets get to work on the second one.
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Seafire picked up his radio.

"This is Stagecoach, I am in pursuit of a suspected Al-Queda Infantryman. Requesting backup."

"Roger that stagecoach, an APC will arrive shortly at your coordinates."

Seafire called for his friend, Seb, to accompany him. He did. The two men ran off in pursuit of the Infantryman, who was halfway out of town.

They had been running for a few minutes when a M2A2 Bradley APC pulled up from behind them, they got in and were off in a second.

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It was about thirty minutes before they found the Infantryman, but he had company. A whole batallion of soldiers were running towards the town, obviously out for our patrols. Seafire drove the M2A2 up a hill where they could shoot from there.

Seb got out and picked up an extra HK-UMP Assault Rifle inside the M2A2. He switched it to semi-automatic and aimed for the batallion.

Seb took out a few soldiers before they spotted his position. He switched the rifle to Automatic and told the others. Seafire got back in the M2A2 and armed the guns.


Should they...
A: Fight the batallion
B: Run away
C: Call for Air Support and wait

[Devious]

A,C.

[Noodle]

More than one answer wasn't an option in this one, so we'll go with A, Seb's first choice.

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"Engage at will." Seafire shouted. The loud crackle of M-16 and HK-UMP Assault rifles and SMG's filled the air. Seafire turned the M2A2's turret. The constant bang of the 25mm cannon drowned out everything. Half the batallion was dead.

Suddenly, a loud roar was heard overhead. Seafire and Seb looked up.

"MiG-25's!" someone shouted. The former Russian fighters rolled inverted and fired missles at the M2A2, narrowly missing Seafire, who was jumping from the APC as it blew up.

The MiG's, as if satisfied with the fire and smoke from the destroyed hulk of the M2A2, flew off the way they came from.

Seafire grabbed a nearby fallen soldier's HK-UMP SMG. He fired over the dead M2A2, and got a few kills before a little green dot bounced beside him.

"GRENADE!!!" Seafire shouted as he lunged for as far away as possible.

The grenade exploded, sending parts of the already dead APC all over the place. The only cover left was the inch high bits of debris scattered all across the area. One of the Al-Quedans yelled something in Iraqian, and they all charged at the pair, combat knives in hand.

This is it, Seafire thought. All this damn work just to get here for nothing. Without knowing, Seafire pulled the trigger on the SMG, using spray-and-pray tactics as a last stand. So much for coming home, seeing his family again, seeing his girlfriend again-

Suddenly, one of the men fell to the ground, blood spewing from his corpse. Another one fell, then another, until there was only one man left. The man looked around, then back at the corpses of his dead friends, wondering what happened. Seb siezed the moment and gave the man a kick to his privates.

"Take that, bitch!" Seb yelled as he kicked the man repeatedly on the ground. Seafire laughed as Seb beat the guy to death.

"Heh heh, screw guns, eh?" Seafire said.

"I ALWAYS wanted to do that." Seb replied.

Seafire looked up to a nearby hill. The sniper that saved their lives was walking down from it, headed their way.

"Thanks for that." Seafire said over the radio. "How about we go for a cold one after we get back to base?"

The sniper replied. "Shure thing. I'm Michael Patterson, by the way. Heard the firefight, walked over here to see you two being charged by knife wielding superfreaks."

Within minutes a UH-60 Blackhawk came to pick them up. It would be good to get back to Kandahar Airfield, back to kill more iraqians, but without the threat of people ripping up your body bit by bit.

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After a summer spent back home in Edmonton, Alberta, Seafire was shipped back to Iraq. He was to be stationed at a remote town in the Kandahar province, and to continue his line of duty there. He had been given a brand new C8 rifle, a souped-up M16 of Canadian Orgin. This time he's be fighting alongside a mix of American, British, and Canadian infantry divisions. Apparently the city had been quite the firefight prone place, so special forces were needed for this job.

He was assigned to fight with a small division of US Navy SEALS. Their first task was to paradrop into the city, and wipe out any resistance so the tanks could get in and fortify the base.

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Seafire peered out the back of the American C-17 Globemaster. They were to paradrop to the target in a few seconds. It was quite the big desert, the sands stretched for as far as the eye can see.

"1, 2, 3, Go!" One of the SEALs shouted. In a group, Seafire and several other SEALS jumped out the back of the plane. They were in freefall for about a minute before they had to open the chutes.

By the time they were on the ground, a firefight had broke out. Al-Quedan forces had set up some artillery here, and had also fortified a person's house as a pillbox. Seafire had one pack of C4 explosive to use.

Should Seafire...
A: Blow up the artillery installation
B: Blow up the pillbox
C: Blow up the main infantry division attacking the SEALS, using the C4 as a grenade

[Rofldonutburger]

C

[Devious]

Im not that dark
And why not a Canadian globemaster? I saw the first one in Canada at a certain airshow.

[Noodle]

Canada doesn't have globemasters, man. We only have CC-130 Hercules's. You may be thinking of the CC-150 Polaris, a conversion of Airbus A310's. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CC-150

I'll finish the next part later today.

[Devious]

No seafire you are wrong for once, Canada bought 4 last year and unveiled the first at the Abbotsford airshow where I happened to be. General Rick Hillier unveiled it himself.
http://www.rcaf.com/data/index.php?db_i ... =asc]OWNED







^Proof

[Rofldonutburger]

Owned. lol

[Noodle]

I hardly see that a reason for "owned".

Besides, Canada would use their CC-177's at home and for Canada- Afganistan troop transport. Kandahar Airstrip is primarily an American base.

[Devious]

NU

I talked to the pilot of the first one to enter Canada and he said they were to be used for support in Afghanistan as well.

[Noodle]

Epic bumpz.

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Seafire ripped out the charge of C4 and set the time to 5 seconds.

"Fire in the hole!" he yelled. Everyone kept firing.

"HEY! Does this look like your average "kill one dude" grenade to you?"

Everyone looked at Seafire as he was holding the oversize box of C4. Then they started running away or finding cover.

Seafire threw the box, arming it as he threw. The massive box of C4 flew at the infantry like a javelin. It hit a man in the face, knocking him out, before a massive explosion rocked the village. Seafire got out of the building he was hiding in when he saw a massive fireball where the soldiers used to be, and almost in slow motion the shockwave coming from the blast, which his his feed and brought him to his knees. The fireball engulfed a side of the house/pillbox, and he could see a leg fly from the blast.

When the smoke cleared, there was silence. Everyone peered at the crater in the ground in disbelief. Then the side of the house gave way and crushed a man inside. Four of the SEALs went in and secured what was left of the pillbox, and Seafire kicked open a door and shot a man inside, who quickly fell to the floor in pain. Seb put him out of his misery.

Suddenly, two more hijacked MIG-25's flew overhead and fired missiles. One hit the pillbox, and another rocked the house beside the one Seafire and Seb were in. Seafire looked out to see a MiG firing a missle.

"Oh shit oh shit OH SHI-"
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The end.