Community Story: Jayson Price, Marine.

[Hot Action Akule]

I was thinking of doing another community story, where each person adds like maybe a few paragraphs or even sentances to the story. anyone interested?

 

[TrongaMonga]

It depends. Are you thinking of doing something serious or something funny?

 

[Hot Action Akule]

mixture of both obviously. im not serious abuot anything

 

[PUMPKINHEAD]

well I suppose its gonna be fun

 

[Vadriel]

Could be. Start it and we'll see if it takes off.

 

[TrongaMonga]

All right, go ahead. But you know, spam will be removed. Too much spam, thread will be closed. Start it out

 

[DeadLocked]

You mean like the story i started with jimmy and stacy in chit-chat

 

[Darkmatter]

Except this would be an easier way to get points then your thread, -Louis-.

SC-style story. Sounds favorable.

 

[Ntrik_]

Why does marine's name have to be yours akuleh

 

[PauseBreak]

I'm up to it! Sounds like a lot of fun.
I would love to get myself involed.
I wouldn't mess things up though. I would follow the story line(s) and work off of it, not try and make MY way and whatnot...you know..teamplayer..lol

 

[Wing Zero]

googogog for it

 

[Master.America]

Are we waiting for Akule, or should someone start?

 

[TrongaMonga]

He had the idea, let him start whenever he wants.

 

[Renzokuken]

He'll never visit this thread again, you know what he's like. Haert Akule :haerty

This story will never beat BTO, it's true!

 

[RyanXWing]

Long live Billy!

AKULE DONT BE LAZY START THE STORY!

bastard...

 

[Hot Action Akule]

k im here. Smeckx.

It was a rough and horrid life for a marine in the U.E.D. He grasped his rifle tight to his chest as his eyes scanned the foreground for some form of life. Guard duty. In the middle of the night. It was unbearable. He walked a bit farther down the patrol road and stopped, bending over to pick up a nickle he spys on the ground. Its then that...

 

[Master.America]

It was a rough and horrid life for a marine in the U.E.D. He grasped his rifle tight to his chest as his eyes scanned the foreground for some form of life. Guard duty. In the middle of the night. It was unbearable. He walked a bit farther down the patrol road and stopped, bending over to pick up a nickle he spied on the ground. It was then that he received the radio transmission.

"All squads, return to Command Center Alpha immediately! Over."

There was an urgency in the commander's voice that sent a tingling chill down the spine of the marine. He knew it had to be bad; his spine had been numb from stimpack overdose for years. He had been walking down his patrol path without any sign of human life for hours. He raised his visor, scanned the horizon, and...