, with a lemon lime twist!
Ok, so this is how this one is gonna go. The next 3 posters must post one picture a piece. From there, I will write the chapter using the pictures as some part of the story. After the next chapter, 3 more posters will post one picture a piece to continue the story.
Alright. And go!
Originally Posted by SpikeOtacon
Last edited by Leviathan; Oct 20, 2008 at 10:45 PM. Reason: Better picture?
Spoiler!
Cha-click!
The sound of an AK-47 bolt locking a round into place echoed through the halls of the office building. The masked man holding the rifle was tense, hatred flowed around him like stink from a homeless man. The hostages in the corner of the room could feel it. And the man could feel their fear. The emotion was thick, creating an atmosphere of uncertainty. Next to the masked man, another one sat in an office chair by the projector. The pie chart illustrating the annual losses rippled against his frame and onto the wall behind him. This man held a brown backpack in his hands. The backpack smelled of death.
Outside of that room, several masked men took point by certain windows, keeping an eye out for any unwanted visitors during their operation. All of the men were armed heavily. MP5s, AK-47s, RCP-90s and Glock pistols, as well as a cornucopia of grenades ranging from white phosphorous to flashbang. Body armor lined their everyday clothing. Not a word was spoken by any of them. They communicated in hand signals and body language. Two fingers up and pointed forward; a group broke off from the larger group to move to another room to set up point. They kept their profiles leaning and stepped lightly. Their guns drawn and aimed forward, ready for anything that would stop their regimine of hate.
meanwhile...
"15, 20 of them. Maybe more. All armed. It's insane! I tried to find a safe spot, but I don't know!"
In the corner of the side-office, a worker cowered under a desk with a phone in hand. He had dialed the police and was attempting to help them understand the situation.
"Sir, have they made any demands or actions? Has anyone died?"
"I...I just don't know! They didn't speak at all. They seemed to be listening to their surroundings rather than communicating directly." There was a few seconds of silence on the phone. The worker's breath shortened and quickened.
"Hello?!"
"Sir, please remain on the line."
~.~
In the lobby, two masked men sat on the fountain in the front of the building. The bubbling water created a relaxing atmosphere that contradicted the stressful environment. The two men had lowered their weapons and listened intently to the rush of the water. The scowls on the faces of the men slowly vanished from under their masks. It was almost peaceful...
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B A M!
A huge armored vehicle crashed through the front of the building, sending glass shards and metal door frame splintering and flying. The two masked men were caught off guard and dove behind the fountain, leaving their weapons in front of it. The two men slowly lifted their heads up to check the behemoth which sat in front of them. The front slowly lowered, then slammed to the ground with a massive metallic thud. Four shadows moved forward from the back of the vehicle up to the front.
A white gloved hand emerged holding a PSG-1 sniper rifle at waist level. The light revealed further that this hand belonged to a red headed female. Her figure made the two men's heads spin with primal delight. What a sight! The two of them slowly stood up to get a closer look at the marvel. Her frame was so tight, so youthful! A goddess of the battlefield. She quickly lifted the rifle up to her green eyes and unloaded several rounds into the chests of the men. They fell to the ground, silent. The angel of death and just sent them to their heaven.
From behind her, 3 more bodies emerged.
"Jeeze, Katsumi. Leave some of them for us, yeah?" said Kenji, a young man in his 20s. He wore a standard Swat getup, without the helmet. He twirled his MP5 Compact around between his hands before locking and loading all in one smooth motion. It was almost unreal. He tossed the gun up a few inches, and watched as it slowly fell back towards his hands. Out from underneath him, a little girl dressed in a maid uniform swiped the gun from in front of him and she did a quick tuck and roll before landing in a kneeling position aiming the gun forward.
"Rai!" Katsumi snapped. "You have to be careful with that, it was loaded!" Rai stood up to her three foot-four inch height and giggled.
"^__________^"
"Oh good grief, here she goes." Sergei sighed. An older man in his 50s slunked out of the vehicle. He used his double barreled shotgun as a walking stick until he got his balance. The frame was highly decorated with a beautiful brass pattern. The gun had some stories to tell, as did its owner.
"o.o;;"
"Oh come on you two, she's just having fun!" Kenji smiled, pulling out his Fiveseven handgun as a replacement.
"Meh." Sergei readied his firearm. The four of them stepped next to each other, their weapons ready to go.
"Wolf Force Go!" They shouted. Their figures become a silouette and the words "WOLF FORCE GO!" appear under their feet in a crazy font. As this happens, really cheesy J-Rock riffs kick in. What follows is a montage of scenes from episodes of this show that haven't even been finished yet.
オオカミ力は行く 大きいオオカミの輝いた太陽および月の力を使って わにスープ そしてpooのramen オオカミ 力 Goooooooo! よいのの保護装置 そして悪い状態のdefeaters you' 刑務所猫に再とてもかわいいがありなさい オオカミ力は行く!
(alright guys, next 3 pictures!)
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dammit! ill choose a diffrenent pic like this one:Spoiler!
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