HELLO DAMNIT GUYS POST SCORCH BTR NEV CRAZY <ATTACK PAUL SOMNEONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Side: JSF
Location: NYC
Unit: JSF 12th Assault Battalion

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Everyone had arrived at the WTF when they were given new orders from Jasmine to intercept a flight of 6 Gadflies serving as the Chinese and European last-ditch effort after the failure of the EF sub The Silent Wave. David manned a Goshawk gatling gun and started shooting at the Gadflies along with 3 other gunners. Lt. McTaggart said, "I think we should sit this one out, David's got it here." So they watched as David and the other gunners shot down one of the six Gadflies, and then the gunners destroyed a further two Gadflies. They then heard David say he had run out of ammo, and then he rappeled down with the other Ghosts.

As they came down the last two Gadflies appeared. Suddenly, two Razorbacks showed up between the towers, swooped low, and destroyed a Gadfly with two missiles. David then yelled, "No, you're not landing on the memorial!" He then stole a SAW minigun plus exoskeleton from a Pioneer and shot the last one down. It crashed right in front of him and two Enforcers came out hurt and coughing. David looked like he was going to shoot them but he didn't. Lt. McTaggart said, "Enough people have died today, I'm tired of killing." The snipers then saw Luke approach David and give him a speech about honor and being a soldier. Dallas then approachecd and said, "Hell yeah" Sam said, "So where to from from here." David said, "Few blocks down to Times Square. Get the confetti out for us this war is OVER!"

Sgt. Drake said, "You heard that Rich." Lt. McTaggart said, "Finally this stupid thing is over and we can find some semblance of peace until WWIV. But for now, let's celebrate, at least I don't have far to go since I lived in Brooklyn before the war broke out." He then approached David and said, "David, it's been an honor working with you and the other Ghosts these past few months. If you need us, Sgt. Drake and I will be there in a heartbeat, friend." The two then shook hands and everyone walked to Times Square to celebrate.

Thanks RC now EVERYOMNE ELSE POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ill get my conclusion in ASAP

Done. DAFOC, Rmc, anyone else who wrote here that is still around, its been great to take part in this, and Im glad DAFOC took the time to revive it for the sake of giving it a proper ending.


Side: Russian Federation
Unit: 56th Airborne
Location: WFC, New York City

Andrey Novikov was completely disoriented by the chaos surrounding him.
Bullets flew.
People died.
No one seemed to have a distinct advantage.
The Americans had cleared out the WFC building and were taking up defensive positions with the other American and Russian units guarding the perimeter.
"There's too many of them!" Pavel cried.
And it was true. Hundreds of Chinese and EF troops were swarming the area, using unpredictable tactics and striking with lethal precision.
Novikov held his PP3000 out and let out another burst.
"Reloading!" He anounced once the clip was empty.
"We'll cover you!" an American-accented English voice yelled. Novikov looked behind him to see two JSF Pioneers with Gatling SAWs armed. He nodded and continued reloading as they spit out a wall of bullets.
"Looks like the Yankees have taken a liking to you Andrey!" Sidrovich joked.
Novikov rolled his eyes. "Thanks."
Suddenly, a heavy round smashed into the side of the WFC building, sending shards of concrete flying and several Americans and Russians diving for cover.
"Panther tank!" Maria scremed.
"Novikov, get an AT grenade on that thing!!" Nikita ordered.
"Im on it!" He aknowladged.
He reached into his waist pack, pulling out a bulkly little ball jam packed with explosives.
"Cover me!" He stood up and prepared to throw...when suddenly an eerie silence came upon the area. The Ameriancs stopped shooting.
The Russians stopped shooting. The Chinese and Euros stopped shooting. Suddenly, teh enemy forcers that had just been swarming the position truned around, obviously disappointed and bewildered, and headed away.
Andrey exchanged puzzled looks with Sidrovich and Maria, when suddenly the voice of the Russian general Berov came over the radio.
"Attention all units! Attention all units! Disengage, I say again, disengage!" He added: "The war...is over."
A loud rumble grew throught teh city, growing louder by the second. Russians and Americans around the whole city were cheering, and soon victory shots were heard. In a few second. teh troops at the WFC joined in and Novikov held his gun high over his head and let out a loud "Yeah!!"
"Let's head off to Times Square guys! Tonight, we drink 'till we puke!" Maria said, breaking her normal emotionless and indifferent state.
"Im up for that!" Nikita said.
"Plus one!" Sidrovich agreed.
In the midst of the chaos, Novikov approached Pavel.
"Hey, Kid, I want to let you know that you did a great job out there, it's been great serving with you."
"Thanks Andrey." Pavel said smiling. "But lets save the formalities for Moscow, I think now is the time for R&R!"
Novikov grinnned; "I hear that!" And slapped teh kid on his back before they rushed off to rejoin thier friends...

I'm sorry, I know this is spam, but I had to

"Biohazard529 called massive amounts of kinetic strikes on Moscow and Paris, along with all of the major cities of enemy. Collateral damage is high, but America has won the war"

OOT: Hey Guys I know that Ive been away for the past 40 pages but I just needed to finish off Chris' story.

Chris lay there alone and cold in the field. The Jeeps speed off towards the border in a rising plume of smoke and dust. Yet still he lay there blood flowing from his stomach like water breaking forth through a dam. He couldnt stop it, he didnt want to stop it. He had enough of this, this life as people called it. Nathan had died. The War was up in the air. Thousands would die each day from here on. Who wanted to live in that?

He wrentched his hands from his stomach and let the blood burst forth. The knife on his chest he grabbed and clenched in his hand, the last remnant of Nathan left in the world. He coughed up blood and his vision began to blur. The Crimson liquid continued to spread around him and soak into the ground as he lay there, the Jeeps vanishing in the distance.

He shook with awe as all that had happened was relayed before him. His birth, crying forth into the world covered in whatever it was, his first day at school in Rome and how hed had marvelled at the Colliseum, how he used to pretend to was a Gladiator, how he graduated from hi schools and how his parents were so proud. All these things lead up to his joining of the Army and from there the Special Forces. He remembered Iran in great deal, how he had been friends with Nathan on that day, how the mission went to hell. How it was their fault that this was happening. The blame solely on the two men and thier teams.

'Ironic really' he thought as his life flashed before him 'such small things, such small errors ...... such grand repurcussions'. His life speed through the Oil rig and Wolfs Den but as he neared Jasmine it slowed and slowed til he lived it all again. He screamed at himself for what he was doing and a single tear ran down his face as he came to terms with what had hapened. He had done it, he was the monster that he had warned Nathan of. He was the Monster. The Harbinger of the War.

Yet still in this hour his thoughts brought him little company. His wonderings fleed from the lifes he had ended and all pointed to this point. Had it been avoidable ? He didnt care for the answer. It wouldnt matter anymore.

He clenched the knife hard as he lived through Nathans death, the screaming of Jasmine and the Helicopter ride. 'Even monsters have feelings ...' he thought as he slipped out of life and into whatever lay beyond.

' ... and yet feelings have monsters ...'. He stared wide eyed now to the sky. Towards the sun rising over the horizon. It was beautiful, if hazy, and he couldnt think of a better time to day. Just as a new world began.

"Im coming ..... my Brothers ........." he whispered as his eyes darkened and he took that final leap into the abyss ......

Peru, South America

Mendel Gruber,

Gruber smiled, the former Brigadier-General had escaped New York, with one of his men kidnapping one of Gruber's men who bore a striking resemblence to Gruber. Gruber had escaped in a jeep from the city borders and to a private airfield outside the city where he was flown in a C-5 to Peru.

He now begun his retirement, wanted for war crimes; they could never find him in Peru. His contacts in Peru had given him £10 million of the currency, allowing him to retire to his dusty coastal mansion, pre-bought for his retirement. Gruber planned to base himself from here. Buy a seat in Congress, rise in politics and run for President. Using his wealth to win, he would create the South American Alliance. Then he would strike against the JSF and reclaim his victory...

Ill contact the other Authors that are still here

awww *sniffles*

man I was such a crappy writer back then

Remember how were doing the epilouge

Fourteen years after the Battle of New York City

Buenos Aires, Argentina,

"I, Menos Gomez do solemly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of the President of the South American Alliance to the best of my ability" stated the man with his right hand raised. He was from Peru, the former President of it infact. Gomez had risen to prominence just after the end of the Great War becoming a Congressman, before being elected President and now had ascended to become the leader of South America.

Little known was the fact that Menos Gomez was in fact Mendel Gruber. Gruber had paid for plastic surgery and reformed himself into Menos Gomez, rising in the world. Now Gomez was being sworn in as the 3rd President of the SAA, one of the most powerful positions in the world...

TBC...

OOC: A platform for a possible relaunch of ITSU.

Wait in a PM set up before you came were planning something that incxludes you so just slow dowwwwwn just a bit

Bump so people can enjoy the story

I remember those days, those were good times.

Im embarresed as to how bad my writing was back then

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Originally posted by BTR74:
Im embarresed as to how bad my writing was back then

Nice to know somethings never change

Get back to work!

I'm not mad at you guys, DAFOC.

OT
June 30th 2020 12:30 AM

Private First Class Martin Mills Jr. opened his eyes and he was in the passenger bay of a C-130. He looked around at the dozens of other figures in the bay, JSF Soldiers, some listening to their I pods, others wherein their elongated helmets going over the mission at hand, only their green visors visible.

Mills was only 17, to young to enlist,he had decided to enlist after the Freedom IV incident, if he hadn't lied on his registration and then tricked his mom into signing it he wouldn't be here right now, he would be at his school doing some stupid final exam instead of with his friends, his brothers in arms, his only family he knew now.

"Five minutes" the pilot said over the intercom. the music listening stopped, helmets on, team leaders began doing radio checks and guns were being locked and loaded. Martin grabbed his SCAR Rifle and went over the mission at hand in his head. the mission was to to knock out the Euros coastal defenses to clear away for the main landing force and secure the two critical uplinks near the coast Alpha and their target Lima. This was a risky mission and since the 35th Airborne was recently created some genius in Washington thought it was good idea for them to "make a name for themselves." "Bull****" had been Martins CO Lieutenant Mitchell response, Mitchell was like a father figure to Martin and he would follow him proudly to the valley of the shadow of death. And now the LT was informing them on their mission one last time "Alright no ****bagging check your gear and weapons" he said as the bay doors opened revealing the midnight sky and winds blowing at about twenty seven miles per hour. BAM BAM BAM the Euros AAA guns were making a name for themselves. Martin watched as a C130 behind them was hit and exploded."**** we aren't in our drop zone but pile out now!" the pilot yelled. There was no rush to be out, they were Paratroopers,the best, they went out two a time and kept going till it was Martins turn. just as he was bout to jump he saw something streak out of the trees below."SAM LOCK SAM LOCK GET OUT NOW!!" Mitchell yelled behind him. Martin jumped without hesitation.

Martin free fell for about a minute then pulled his shoot when the Distance calculator built in his helmet said a thousand feet. as the parachute whistled and expanded into its dome shape,Martin heard an explosion, he looked up and saw that his c130 had been hit by the SAM missile and was crashing off towards the earth in a fiery ball of smoke and metal. Martin hoped everyone got out okay, especially the LT. He looked around and saw hundreds of Parachutes and knew they probably were way of course, but knew the Euros were in for a world of pain when they landed.BOOM Crack he came through the trees and landed on the ground, but his chute didn't dislodge like it was supposed to. He was dragged through through the foliage and into a clearing, he took out his combat knife and cut one of the straps causing the chute to lose its ability to dragging him any farther. As he cut the rest of the straps he heard a crunching of boots behind him coming from the trees he was just in. he whirled around on his back drawing his SCAR and took aim ready for what was coming.