((...Wow... thats a huge post...))

U8santascookies wrote:

He moved through each house with gritted teeth, the sight of dead bodies scattered through every building disturbed him. How could those creatures be so... vile? So cruel to humanity as they supposedly had to give Earth a 'cleansing.' Blaze shook his head at his own thoughts as he shut the door of another lifeless house, the creaking of the door sending a shudder through his body.

All this war was horrible; the amount of innocent people that died; that were shredded to pieces by selfish aliens that want Earth for themself. But then the Cyborgs were another thing. Blaze opened the door of another house, the torch on his gun splashing light over the blood splattered walls. "Empty." He muttered into his radio, annoyed at the slow progress.

The cyborgs had been ripping apart Earth; literally. With their stupid nuclear bombs, splitting islands apart. Just when humanity thinks they're done, they start abducting children and turning them into killing cyborgs. Life was never good before this war with all the pollution and politics raging, but war was much worse.

Blaze shut the door, placing the radio back into his pocket, "Freia, have you found anything yet?" He called over the whirring of dust. Most probably a sandstorm nearby -- they would have to hurry things along before it reached them.

((Would you prefer me to make a larger post?))

Nah, you'd end up taking an entire page worth lol.

(This is my reward )

((whats your reward))

((geez i miss a lot in 4 days.))....((wait are all hunkers male?))

(no, Hunkers are male/female. Your choice ^.^ )

Anorak wrote:

He moved through each house with gritted teeth, the sight of dead bodies scattered through every building disturbed him. How could those creatures be so... vile? So cruel to humanity as they supposedly had to give Earth a 'cleansing.' Blaze shook his head at his own thoughts as he shut the door of another lifeless house, the creaking of the door sending a shudder through his body.

All this war was horrible; the amount of innocent people that died; that were shredded to pieces by selfish aliens that want Earth for themself. But then the Cyborgs were another thing. Blaze opened the door of another house, the torch on his gun splashing light over the blood splattered walls. "Empty." He muttered into his radio, annoyed at the slow progress.

The cyborgs had been ripping apart Earth; literally. With their stupid nuclear bombs, splitting islands apart. Just when humanity thinks they're done, they start abducting children and turning them into killing cyborgs. Life was never good before this war with all the pollution and politics raging, but war was much worse.

Blaze shut the door, placing the radio back into his pocket, "Freia, have you found anything yet?" He called over the whirring of dust. Most probably a sandstorm nearby -- they would have to hurry things along before it reached them.

(I'm still alive!!!)

"Nothing," Freia said into her radio. "It's almost like no-one lived here. Except for the fact that there's blood all over the walls. How can Hunkers be so cruel?" She knew the answer. It had been told in the stories of her childhood and in her training. But she always wanted it reinforced.

Gandal sighed, flicking on the flashlight for his gun, he entered a darker building. He moved his radio to his mouth, 'I think I found something.' He was staring right at a box storing old guns and ammo clips.

"I'll be right there," she said and pocketed the radio and walked over to where Gandal was. She poked her head through the door. "What is it?"

The hunker walked into a human base without anyone seeing, and went into a house. It changed into different clothes and took off a helmet, revealing long cyan hair and emerald green eyes. "They all know me as either Him, or just me..." She looked into a mirror, "if they catch me, lord knows what might happen." She hid the clothes into an old chest and placed in her ear something that looked like a ear radio thing. This was for if the Hunkers ever "needed" her and she could know. She sighed and sat on the floor, twirling a gun in her fingers.

He pointed toward the stacks of ammo, sighing as he picked one up, reading the labels aloud, "Pack of 50." With a slight shake of the box, he raised an eyebrow, hearing the movement of metal, "It seems as though none of this ammo has been used..."

She walked around the base, wondering about her fellow hunker that got attacked.

wow this place is dead ))