Redwall Gang

Started by Alder the Warrior, March 16, 2005, 09:57:21 PM

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Alder the Warrior

 Could you all quit spamming and let the story go on!?
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

Quote from: Maximus PreliatorAnd than I killed the clan hopping no good piece of trash Jason again.
OOC: (wash my mouth out with soap) you. What do you have against me, and what is your horde number if you have (smelly stuff) with me.

Firing magazine after magazine, Scar retreated to set up a defensive position and defend. He fired two grenades from his rifle mounted grenade launcher and threw two more, popped a smoke, and fell back to his allies as green smoke billowed from the grenade and covered his retreat.

The stupidity of some of their enemies was shown as they fired mindlessly at the green smoke, so Scar decided to randomly throw smokes every few minutes to direct their fire.
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Maximus Preliator

 What i have against you? Is that your a wannabe oldbie who enjoys killing random people, clan hop if a real battle comes close to you, and gather your friends. Your trash! Oh, maybe I'll recreate my horde just to kill you. Except you would probably leave any clan you were in.

Deathclaw

 All my kills were accounted for, all in wars or defending myself, and every one of them I had allies standing by me that helped, and none of them take any (smelly stuff) from fags like you. (wash my mouth out with soap) off.

And wannabe oldbie? I am an oldbie and more skilled than you, and have been in more battles than you as well.
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Maximus Preliator

 And you get your information from...? Exactly. Go clan hop and make sure more people leave RWL my man, your doing a fine job at it already.

Alder the Warrior

 Bullet fired his machine gun and smiled. The others were running away. He signalled his boys to stop firing and said, "So Scar. You wanna join or what. You'd be a fine adtion to our gang." He said, slapping Scar on the back. "You'll also get this. A rare silmced shot gun which can fire ramdonly like a machine gun." Bullet waited for Scar's answer.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 OOC: Maximus Preliator - you have a pair talking down on me, but there is no way you could back it up.

BIC: "I'll fight in your gang on these conditions - I can be hired out for kills by other groups, as long as the kills are not damaging to our group. Deal?"
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 "Deal! Get some sleep!"
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 Deathclaw gathered his weapons and went to get some sleep until needed again.
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 Bullet slept until morning awaking he dailed Scar's number and said, "We got a schudle with Rose Parks at 12:00 A.M. sharp. Bring your new gun which I gave you yesterday. That baby will kill the all off before I get a chance to draw my pistols."
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 Scar showed up a few minutes early, and dug in, hidden from view.
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 Bullet got his pistols ready and walked into the Park, waiting for the Roses as they were called.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 Deathclaw sighted along his assault rifle, shot the guy in the face. Unloaded on some more, popped a frag, then a smoke, ran to another area, continuing his assault.
Glory, Glory, Man United!

Alder the Warrior

 Bullet drew his pistols and fired off at three rats, killing them.
Hate is a choice. Love is a gift. An edict. A command. Love doesn't understand names or labels. It doesn't ask premission. It demands obedience. Hate can change. Love cannot.

Deathclaw

 All of the sudden the trees were alive with gunfire. "Ambush! We're (wash my mouth out with soap)ed. Fire and throw grenades, and withdraw, take cover in a building or something to hole up and defend!"
Glory, Glory, Man United!