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First report from the rescue team.
Topic Started: Dec 13 2007, 01:10 AM (186 Views)
disposablepuppetland
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Upon nearing land, the rescue ship Profound Mauve was engulfed in a thick, sweet-smelling smoke. Visibility was reduced to only a few metres and Captain Gillan was heard to exclaim: "Smoke on the water... and fire in the sky. Yaarg, this be rum sight."
The smoke does not appear to be toxic, but if inhaled it does produce a mild sensation of euphoria, described by Able Seaman Glover as, "A pretty trippy high man. Yaarg." Several commercial efforts are now underway to find a method of bottling and selling the smoke. The long-term health effects, including the level of radioactivity, have not yet been established.

The landscape and geography of the area has been dramatically altered, and the landmass much reduced. The rescuers sailed through an area of shallow waters, and treacherous sandbanks, which have been given the name, The Sandbanks of Treachery. They landed on a blighted island filled with mutated creatures and plants. These poor wretches seemed to be constantly fighting with one another and none showed any interest in being rescued. The island has been named The Isle of Tantrum.
Sailing on, the ship crossed deep waters again before reaching another island, this they named Ego Island. Here they found one solitary survivor. He was standing atop a large boulder giving a rousing political speech, as if to a great crowd. He seemed oblivious to the fact that there was no one left to hear him. From his lengthy speeches the rescuers learned that he was, or at least believed himself to be, the leader of Britains Empire, but he was unresponsive to any questioning and dismissed any suggestion of evacuation.
The rescue team left him on the rock, still extolling the virtues of his brave new world, his voice stirring only the dust.
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disposablepuppetland,13 Dec 2007
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Sailing on, the ship crossed deep waters again before reaching another island, this they named Ego Island. Here they found one solitary survivor. He was standing atop a large boulder giving a rousing political speech, as if to a great crowd. He seemed oblivious to the fact that there was no one left to hear him. From his lengthy speeches the rescuers learned that he was, or at least believed himself to be, the leader of Britains Empire, but he was unresponsive to any questioning and dismissed any suggestion of evacuation.
The rescue team left him on the rock, still extolling the virtues of his brave new world, his voice stirring only the dust.

Aw, that makes me feel sorry for him... :unsure:
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I don’t know why but this kinda reminded me of Dante’s Divine Comedy (misleading title), just quite a bit funnier and I'm pretty darn sure there were no pirate people in that. I really doubt the second level will be there though; he was the most prudish person I’ve ever met.
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Gerard Francois saw the man preaching on the boulder in his sights. Little did he know that someone was targeting that poor fool continuing to express his fascist views.

His spotter located him and after calculating windspeed and distance, gave the approval for a clean shot.

"Oui," responded the sniper, as he fired his PSG-1 sniper rifle. The round travelled like a bird moving quickly into the wind....straight into the temple of the deranged man. Gerard watched through the scope as his head recoiled back from the force of the 7.62 X 51 millimetre round and he collapsed.

The two man sniper team got up and then began rendezvousing with the rest of the force up ahead. Other groups were approaching and needed to be dealt with...:ph43r:
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