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Post by Bone Crusher on Apr 19, 2009 17:38:17 GMT 1
Get ready....
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Post by Purebreedalien on Apr 19, 2009 18:03:01 GMT 1
Looking forward to it
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Post by Bone Crusher on Apr 20, 2009 16:21:48 GMT 1
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Post by Purebreedalien on Apr 20, 2009 16:24:37 GMT 1
Cannot wait ;D
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Post by Kud on Apr 20, 2009 16:37:51 GMT 1
please explain what i am looking at gentlemen?
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Post by Purebreedalien on Apr 20, 2009 16:45:46 GMT 1
Bone Crusher's new story. Some posters.
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Post by Bone Crusher on Apr 21, 2009 18:50:14 GMT 1
Real Hero part one:
It’s dark and stormy, a good night. Lightning flashes, my suit tightens as I run, I just hope my stuff works. My grapple fires, I leap, the air rushes around me as I land on the next roof. Pretty good for a beginner. In the distance a woman screams, to my left. I hope I’m ready for this…
I land in the alley way, the woman screams to me and begs me to help. A man with a knife makes his move for me, I step aside his charge and toss him into the nearby dumpster. He curses as he gets up and swings his knife, I duck and uppercut. He spits a tooth out before falling to the floor. The woman runs out of the alley way, I guess it’s gonna take a while before people like me, I’m no Spider-man. Lightning flashes again.
I wake up on my desk spilt coffee on my shirt. “Come on we have to leave, crime scene, come on get up” Daniele calls behind me. Daniele’s my partner we go way back, we run for the car. I don’t remember getting home last night strangely enough… We arrive. Blood is everywhere; the area is completely sealed off. The killer used a knife military standard. He left no evidence except one partial footprint, again army standard like the type I used to use, the man has military background…
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Post by Purebreedalien on Apr 22, 2009 7:35:00 GMT 1
Sounds great
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Post by Bone Crusher on May 26, 2009 11:49:58 GMT 1
Second night. I was lucky the first night I got to be more careful, charging in like Galahad, lucky, lucky, lucky. This city is a grime stain on the world; I got a lot of work to do. It’s raining again making the rooftops slippy and my job all the harder. Its quiet tonight, never a good sign, from the gargoyle I crouch on I can see most of the city. This city I have sworn to protect, my home city. Seeing just how corrupted, evil and dirty the world is I took it upon my self. I remember my training I remember my retirement I remember the gun...
A shockwave almost knocks me off the gargoyle, an explosion across from the road in a nearby apartment. Its Hero time… The explosions are out of control, I’ve got to do what I can. I crash through a third story window, the place is empty, not a sound except the roar of the flames around me. Then there is a faint sound a scream, a squeal of pain. I run the roof is collapsing around me gotta move fast. I hear it behind a door, it’s locked, and the place is falling apart. I charge the door doesn’t move, I charge again the door stays stiff and my shoulder aches. I have to do it. I move back and charge forward again; the door shatters to splinters and I land in front of a coffee table a little girl underneath. She screams as I pick my self up and pull her out from under the table. I hold her under my arm as a run towards the window. I just hope my grapple can hold the weight of two. The glass smashes, grapple fires and a scream echoes down my ears. This is what I was born to do....
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Post by Bone Crusher on Jul 11, 2009 8:28:08 GMT 1
Okay people, sorry for the double post. but I have finished my Real Hero story and it will be posted up here eventually.
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