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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:11 pm

A city in the west side of the world, known as New York City, in the U.S. was becoming the center of gangs, terrorists' and all sorts of the things, the world was pretty much conquered by them, since the U.S. was over taken by the Spade Gang. They were cunning, smart, smooth, and looked nothing like a gang, but in fact they were.There was rebellion of men and women. The Spade Gang had already made the U.S. the most powerful nation in the world and conquered it. They had also renamed the nations of the world and united them, but under a tyranny. They called the world "Gambit" since that was their leaders name. And in this war, there was only two sides, the Spade Gang or the Rebellion.


The rebellion was only a few men and women, but each very lethal, and very hidden. One of the main people was a man known as "Twisted Transistor" He was a twisted man when it came to war. He was also one of the three men used in the "Anarchy Project" The other two were in the Spade Gang. Twisted Transistor was the man formed to use sound and fire.
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It was a dark night, the middle of a city that was cast into ruins from previous ruins. Not one building was complete or intact. Roofs, walls, chunks or the buildings were either collapsed or blown away.
Twisted Transistor was in a building that was called the Pentagon, which was barely standing. It began to rain, thunder and lightning flaring in the sky as he laughed a bit. He held a pistol that was invented in the year 2034, it was a .92 calibur Sankista Pistol. It could take out a tank, or at least the ones in past that were used in the Iraq War between the U.S. and the Middle East. Twisted Transistor also had another weapon, a high-power Beam Sniper. He took his aim through the rain and thunder, aiming at the head of a enemy soldier, wearing a black and purple camoflauge holding an Ak-74. Twisted Transistor took good aim since the man wasn't by himself, he aimed through the skull, seeing a mirror behind the skull of his enemy, the beam would disperse when shot. The trigger was shot, spliiting into particles, striking each man in the skull, killing about seven men, which was all of them.
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OOC: learn your information before you bash my hometown. NYC has little crime, in fact violent crime droped about 50% in the laast year. Our gang problem is quite small compared to LA for example which has about 1000 murders regulary... I just want to lett you know. a .92 cal weapon would e about the size of a cannon on a main battle tank, like the M1-A1 Abrams. the largest pistol is the 600 cal


The Police officer shighed, the Canidan leader knowing that he woud have to kill this gang, and lead the Resurgiance of the old Constituanol goverment. He looked at his squadrion of troopers, the Royal Canidan mounted troopers, as they assembled at the outpos at Niagra falls. "For King Harry" said the officeer as he lead the troopers onwards towards the city of bufflao, the Canidan Army's EU equipment supiror the the Gang's older weaponry.

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((It is futuristic. You cannot tell what it will be like in 100 years.))

The beam rifle shot off, the glass shattering as it. As the beam and the glass connected, when the glass shattered, it caused the beam to spread open, striking each member dead. Soon after, Twisted Transistor soon spun around, placing his rifle on his back as he heald his pistol in his hand as he ran off back to his base.

Soon after, the gang that ruled the world, Spade soon sent a military squadron of Marines off. They each heald rifles of the highest, and newest technology as they headed for the resistance.

Twisted Transistor soon reached his base. His body soaked from the rain. His black hair covored his face, dripping as his city form camoflauge clothing was now even darker than before. He went to his quarters, setting his soaked clothing in the dryer, and stepped into the shower. He smirked a bit, as he was exausted, by happy.

"Life is too long, and this war is even longer. When will this end?" Twisted Transistor shook his head, grunting a bit as he placed his right hand on the shower wall. He then spoke in a deep voice, "Takiyomi, auto-dry me. I'm in the shower." A voice from the air, an electronic voice spoke a bit, "Yes sir." As the voice responded, the room heated up for a second and then became cool again. All moisture in the air was gone. "Thank you." Twisted Transistor spoke as he grabbed his clothing from the dryer, stepping back into them.
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(This is the Spade side now, since nobody has taken the place of that RP)


The Spade Gang had gotten news of seven of their men being killed by the resistance. Their leader, a half mechanical man named Gambit laughed a bit as he called a few of his highest officers.

The Officers soon enetered the area as Gambit spoke," Grab a few of your men and take them to the SouthSide, where Squadrant 17 was. They were just killed by a beam rifle resistant soldier. Find him and his base, and kill him."

The officers laughed a bit as they began to speak, "Aight' we be down there in a few minutes. We'll take a few Gatling 71 tanks and demolish the area." The men took off, grabbing about Seven men each, giving them an amount of total 38 men and three Gatling 17 tanks. They soon took off into the SouthSide, killing anybody they saw in the streets. The bullets crippling buildings and blowing holes in humans and animals.

They saw the men that were killed earlier and poured a small bit of Colt 45 on their bodies and took off after the man that they had no name for except "Hitman" Since they could never catch him. One man, the highest officer that was in the area called Gambit, "Sir, we found our soldiers bodies. What shall we do with them?"

Gambit laughed a bit on the other line as he spoke, " Burn them. Do whatever you want with them." Gambit then hung the phone up. As he sat at his desk waiting.

The soldiers then spotted a man running through the shattered scryscrapers, going to his base. The secondhe was noticed, the Gatling 17 tanks began to use rapid fire, thousands of bullets and beams were shot out withing seconds as missles were shot every five. They eventually stopped shooting since the area became to smokey to see. One soldier spoke, " I think he's dead."

They then left the area returning to their base.

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The officers caeed the army equipment and laughed.. "Those silly Americans don't know about our newest allie.." as the Neo-Soviet Su51s arrove from orbit, the first generation starfighters flying in and firing their low level fusion weapons at the tanks. "Comrades in America, Rebel agnist your opresive goverment! We shall liberate you and restore the Constituon! For the memory of Lord Smith we shall win!" was the pislots propgenda message, as the russian and EU alliance forces started to stream in to Nrthen America... "Begun, this Earth war has.." said the officer..

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Twisted Transistor had awoken from a sleep he was in not too much later. His rest was needed, but it did not do much good, since he had nowhere comfortable to sleep. He lived in a small qaurters, concrete floor, a mesh weaved bed, and thin sheets to cover him.
He stood up, yawning slightly as he stretched his body, his arms reaching into the air. He grabbed his rifle, his pistol and any other armaments he would carry into battle and peaked out his door. When he peaked out, he saw four tanks, tanks he had never seen before in his life. It was a new form of tank. It ran on Anti-Gravity to move, and used dark matter to fuel it. It held four Plasma rail guns, three plasma cannons and a barrier that would deflect nearly any weapon. One of the tanks had stopped, the barrel of all the weapons aiming right for him. The tanks plasma cannons began to charge as someone from the rebellion had jumped onto the tank using a weapon from the year 2000. It was a tazer. The being jammed it into the shield, weakening it and Twisted Transistor looked shocked for a moment and then pulled off one of his gloves, his right one to be ecact, showing a small music note. The Note then shook for a moment and then a blast of sound, shattering the concrete ground, buildings and such within it's line of fire was shattered. It hit the tank, destroying the shield and totally obliverating the tank.

Twisted Transistor then heard a man with a canadian accent speak. He heard him speak of rebellion and restoring the goverment. "He could be a great ally, who knows." Twisted Transistor then ran out, grabbing the other man before the tanks noticed and dissapeared into the rubble of destruction, not to be seen. He was off to find this Canadian man.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Fri Jan 19, 2007 4:32 pm

The man looked as the troopers successfully defeated the strange tanks, as he started to smoke. “Those Dark Matter Tanks are problematic, since they can not hide from the purifying power of the atom.� As he looked at the atomic explosion, a larger zeppelin arose from the air, the airships gliding masking its cargo. “Ah the Veri-Techs have arrived.!� The mechs landed from the German built ultra heavy H2 Transport. As the commanded sat down in the bombed out remains of the city of Buffalo he looked onwards towards the blue ridge mountains.. “Well. I hope I can find some rebels

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Spade Post-

Three men were sitting in the tank, each using different weapon operations in it. One of the men that ran the shield noticed there was something on it, "We have someone on our shield barrier, and the shield is draining fast, we are left open for an attack." The man that was charging up the beam cannon noticed that it stop charging and dispersed the energy into the air, "Our weapons are down too. Fuck, how the hell is this happening. The only thing that could stop it is no longer made, nor do we have the resources to make more." A man that looked out the scope saw Twisted Transistor taking off a glove showing a hand that showed a note. He began to panic, he knew who that was and that they needed to escape. "Everyone out, quickly. One of the three men that were in The Project is on their side." The men had just begun to get out of the tank, but it was too late, the sound waves were so sharp and strong, that the second they got out, their heads simply slit off, blood dripping on the ground. The tank blew up within milli-seconds, pieces flying everywhere.

The other two tanks ahead had turned around. They saw that one of their allie tanks had been destroyed and the men in it had no heads." Gambit, Twisted is gone and one tank is gone." The tanks then took off, back to their base to gather allies..

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((It'd be nice if we could finish this.))

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Fri Jan 26, 2007 2:55 pm

As the man walked into the city of Buffalo, he looked around, the city’s former radio tower the site of several construction machines, and several landing zeppelins, as more Russian transports flew from the Canadian boundary, and dropped off more war machines landed around the temporary headquarters. “Well the man said, I have invaded American and we shall restore the glory of the Constitution.. but we need to blow up the gang base.. at new your!� the other commanders, all assembled in the Buffalo radio tower agreed. .�Commence the nuclear launch!� The missiles flew upwards from the awaiting star fighter, as the missile quickly hit upon a ballistic path, and headed towards the Gang’s HQ deep inside the borough of Queens, the missile hit, its 1.9 megaton explosion blasting the hardened bunker, and blasting several off the gang members out by force..

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Twisted Transistor watched, a bit pissed at this action, but unaffected by it. A smirk crossed his face as he thought to himself,"These mother fuckers are idiots. They hit a small base that ment nothing to the gang."

Twisted went looking for the Canadian man, pissed off at him a bit as he thought for a moment. He soon ran into a broadcast station and had some ideas. Twisted went into the building and got on the intercom, tampering the signals till he reached every signal," I am Twisted Transistor, I am looking for the Canadian leader or whatever you call him. I want you to meet me in Junae, Alaska in seventeen hours from now. That should be at 9:49 a.m. Tuesday morning. I must speak with you.


OOC: If you want to make some posts for Spade, please do. But do not make it seem like you are always the victor. This is a war, so each side has wins and losses, So keep it interesting, like maybe a few of your men or something being destroyed or Zepplins.

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-Spade post-

The prototype underwater carrier had just activated its RF-cloaking system, the radio waves jamming or nullifying any sensors, as the massive 1,506 meter long vessel floating through the second ST Laurence Seaway, as It approached the Russian –Canadian incursion force, near lake Erie. The carrier slowly floated to about a constant depth of about 200 meters, as it opened up several of its rear missile bays. The carriers newer ramjet equipped missiles warmed up, as the captain said the order.. “{Nuke the site.. those neo-Soviets will never destroy us.� The missiles flew up, three of them being blasted by some mech defense units, but the other 20 hit heir marks, each of the 1.3 megaton explosives blasting away at newly built refueling points, several waiting zeppelins, a missile launcher, and the northern radio tower where the commander stood..�


The building shook, as the top 10 stories blew up, reveling the hardened central part of the tower, rebuilt to withstand direct airliner impacts post the 11th, shook to its core, reveling several shocked command level officers

“Dammit.. we are under attack!� the man screamed at the other officers “Where is the source of the missiles!?� The ensign responded panicky “we cannot find them, they are coming from Lake Eire, but our bombers cannot scan a source, and our sat uplinks, as well as half our local RADAR and LIDAR sites are down! We must retreat back to Ontario base Mr. Walker!� Walker sighed.. “well lets do it.. we can’t stay here until the CNS Steven Colbert arrives to blow the probable sub, so we shall retreat back to Ontario base.� Walker and the ensign, as well as the rest of the command staff retreated into the radio tower’s lower tunnels, on the way to a smaller atmospheric cruiser, the SSN Delta, a ship equipped with a new “EM system� was waiting about 40 feet below the surface. “lets go go go!� Walker said as he started to escort the others into the ship, as he heard a drilling sound through the cement. “shit…� he said under his breath “Mining units.. they know we are here!� The drilling grew louder, as the last NCO walked aboard the ship, and Walker boarded, the General telling the Squadron Commander to launch the medium (around 300 ft) ship from the hangar. The ship burst out, just as a mining crawler fell through the bunker, and fired its laser and metal storm bullets at the ship, the shots taking out several of its stabilers, as thee ship flew above Lake Erie, and headed towards the base in Canada, safely protected by the Defense grid..

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"Heh, bombings everywhere now." Twisted had taken off into the city, towards the meeting point, waiting for the man he had asked to come to the spot. Twisted sat there waiting for hours on end. "Where could he be?"

Twisted Transistor looked over his right shoulder and lifted up his right palm as he heard someone coming in through the door. Twisted laughed a bit, as he whispered to himself, "Who could this be?" Twisted Transistor waited a moment, it was a soldier for Spade, following him was a scout team. Twisted reached over his right shoulder grabbing onto a Rifle and aimed it at the soldier. He pulled the trigger slowly, the bullet blasting off as it pierced into the skull of the soldier. Twister sat there waiting as he saw about twenty more men surround the building as they yelled, "Exit the building so we may take you in." Twisted sat there for a moment, whispering slightly,"Damn it, I could use some help." Twisted reached onto the left part of his belt, grabbing a spall spike grenade and through it out a window. Twisted jumped under a table, behind a couch as the grenade blew off. Spikes went everywhere as a rather nice size explosion went off. Spikes would kill a few of them. Others would be suffering a slow death as spikes pierced their limbs. "Good, I hope."

Soon after the explosion, Twisted jumped over the couch and looked outside, making sure nobody else was there. He looked left, then right and smirked a bit as he walked over to his couch and sat on it as he waited for the Canadian. Within seconds, a helicopter began hover above. Voices began to speak from the copter, "Exit your house or we will use force." Twsited stepped out of the house, "Fuck, this wasn't expected." The chopped began to fire bullet's, piercing through the roof. Twisted lifted his right palm up as a barrier of fire and sound surrounded him, protecting him from the bullets.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:06 pm

The Neo Soviet Bomber flew over from Vladivostok, its plans to meet the apparent rebel leader placed in jeopardy by two F9U Super-Crusader fighters. The powerful fighters fired their ARMX-9 Anti-Air missiles at the Tu-169,the older soviet bomber barely able to fire its own Petrograd defense missiles at the ARXs. The situation appeared doomed until a strange sound was heard, resembling a missile strike came into view. The craft, resembling a drastically modified space shuttle, with several engine modifications was the F-118 Starslayer Orbital fighter, its twin heavy ramjets blasting it through the air at Mach 5, the fighter piloted by the Commander heading towards Alaska.. “Serge,� he said “yeah Man!� he responded tensely “I got those fighters easy, now make it to Jueuno, and blast those Apache3s!� The bomber pilot acknowledged thee order, as he pushed theTu-169 to its limits, as thee Starslayer flew in, and fired its own railguns at the fighters, the massive cannons meant to blast small asteroids turning the fighters into pieces. “Nice.. now to Alaska,, at Maximum burn!� the commander said, as he flew towards Alaska, the Starslayer’s ramjet powered thrust pushing it near the city, towards the meeting point.

The Tu-169 had arrived already, its own P-9 ground attack missiles blasting some of the choppers into chunks of steel and plastic, as the commanders shuttle blasted a landing point and landed down, the F-118s VOTL systems landing the craft in a parking garage behind the office, as several marines equipped with powered armor, and a few spec-ops troops as well as the commander piled out of the shuttle, the troopers engraining Spade’s troops with heavy automatic weapons recoilless rifles, and RPGs

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Twisted sat there keeping guard as he grabbed a small walky-talky and old form of communication. He began to speak into it, making sure he was silent,"Third Deccamancor Corp, release your snow troops out and head to my location, I need protection." The commander of the Third Deccamancor Corp responded, "Yes sir!, they are on their way. I will send my be..." The commander did not even finish his line as yells and gun shots went off, The commander got another word," We're under attack, and Spade has wiped out most of our forc.." The commander let out a loud yell of pain as a thud was heard on the other line. A man spoke into the walky-talky, "You thought you could beat us? We have killed every man here. And we have taked your equipment." A slight laugh followed as twisted returned a message, "Fuck you! You hear me? I said fuck you! We will kill you.." Twisted lowered his talky, crushing it in his right hand, pieces of plastic and metal falling to the floor. A slight tear fell to the floor as he began to pound on the floor,"Fuck them!! We will win, and I will avenge my brother.." The Commander of the Third Deccamancor was Twisteds brother, his last remaining relative, someone he was close to. Twisted then lowered his sound and fire shield as he soon saw the few remaining Snow Ops that he had requested come to him, their wounds not very severe. The Snow ops reached the house, and stood at attention."Sir, we are here. Everyone in our base was killed except for us." Twisted then shook his head as tears streamed his fface, but his eye's showed wrath,"Go outside and protect this place at all costs. One man should be coming, he will be baring the Canadian Military symbol." The men nodded as they went outside. "Why did he have to die.. I want Gambit dead at all costs!"

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((Ryand, you know how there is Wing City and Metro City? Just wondering, maybe we should start our own city thing.))

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“WHAT? The Russians have come, and they have invaded� were the words of the commander before a Spec ops cam in, guns blazing and blasted the solider into pieces with his automatic rifle. The spec ops and the Commander blasted trough the Slade troopers, the Spade troopers not expecting to be flanked by two sets of troopers. The battle was hard for the speck ops, their own numbers being diminished d by 3 as they were ambushed by a heavy fixed machine gun, but the damage was worth t, as the Commander finally made it towards the meting point. The apartment was surrounded by Slade troopers, and a direct frontal assault would be suicidal, but luckily, Twisted’s own men came barreling out, their own automatic weapons causing enough of a distraction for the Spec ops to move I to the building. The Commander ran in first, his eyes scanning around, when he saw Twisted. “Hello there.� the commander said in a plain, unassuming voice. “I am Mark Kendal, son of Richard Kendal, and I am from the Canadian Forces. I wish for you to join us.� He put an outstretched hand towards Twisted, his own dark grey windbreaker with the emblem of the CF plainly on it.

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Twisted sat there looking at the man and smirked gently. He stood up and shook the hand of Mark firmly, but gentle. " I am Twisted Transistor. I lead a rebellion of willing men and women to fight Spade, and then you showed up." He then sat back down and looked at Mark for a moment, "What do you mean join with you? How about we join together and form a new military." Twister then walked into the kitchen, reaching into the fridge and grabbing a pepsi, "You want one?" Twisted popped the tab and began to chug it as he shook his head.

"I have an idea, since your men have been helping my men. We could join together, form a new city, military and goverment. It would be a tent city, but will eventually begin to build it up." Twisted said as he lifted his pistol from his waist, aiming it in the general area of Mark. He swiftly pulled the trigger, the bullet beaming from his barrel, blowing right past the head of Mark and hitting a high ranked officer in Spade in the arm, knocking the man into the dirt.

Twisted then leaped out his Twisted laughed a bit as fire escaped his palm and began to sizzle the skin of the Spade soldier. He left the mark in the shape of a star. Twisted then shot the man straight through the forhead and placed him in a carrier ship. He hopped into the ship," You, Mark, come on."

Eventually the ship took off, straight towards the main head quarters of Spade. Twisted opened up the hatch and kicked the dead form out. The body hit the ground and the carrier ship took off, before anyone saw them and went right back to the apartment. "Sorry for the side-thing, but if you are willing to take my offer, I would highly appreciate it."

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