“Welcome and thank you for volunteering on this mission. Take a seat and we can begin this briefing...” A older bald male says as you enter the room. All of you will recognize him as Woolven, the head of the combat side of D3.
You all sit down at a conference room table, the table itself a nice solid wood table, nothing particularly ornate about the table or the chairs, a single folder with a the D3 crest centered proudly in the middle is in front of all ten chairs surrounding the table. A single screen was turned on behind Woolven showing a blue out line of a Leviathan class ship.
“I thought there was going to more. You were all informed to be here at 1000. I'll have to have a talk with the late comers.”
He tapped the screen behind him. The screen showed a large map and a very proper building front of a very large complex with no marquee anywhere in the shot.
“Most of you will not recognize this building. But its been a thorn in our side for awhile now. One of many and one of many removed should you prove successful. All of the information we have points to this complex as being a Demonic Research Complex.”
Woolven smacked the screen again.
A new window appeared and then unfolded into seven more like it. Each one showing a picture of seven different people four humans and three elves, all of them looking like the picture was taken with a telephoto lens.
“Your objectives are as follows:
Capture or kill these seven people. There is 'All force necessary' waver in those folders.
Retrieve any and all data you can access. Even if it means you are having to carry a winchester drive out of there.
Also in the folder is a requisition for any necessary equipment you may need.
At 0800 you will meet at the garage and take a transport to the Sand-soto region, where upon, you will rendezvous with CEM team three. Who will escort you to the the facility and provide back up should it be needed.”
This concludes the brief. You have the rest of the day to prepare yourself and...” Woolven looks around at everyone. “Get use to your teammates, this isn't training, a failure here means death. I don't want to fill paperwork needed, should one of you die. Dismissed...”
Holy Crap. I copied and pasted the longest word in the world just to troll my friends on skype, but never mind I won't post it here because it will take forever to upload.
If Facebook, Myspace, and Twitter were all destroyed, 90% of teens would go insane.
..................................when the **** did THIS get in my Ctrl-V?
.....this is the name of my dead cat too......
erm...okay...
I was sending this to my friend, but he didn't join.
I swear im not trying to advertise a server lol
“Welcome and thank you for volunteering on this mission. Take a seat and we can begin this briefing...” A older bald male says as you enter the room. All of you will recognize him as Woolven, the head of the combat side of D3.
You all sit down at a conference room table, the table itself a nice solid wood table, nothing particularly ornate about the table or the chairs, a single folder with a the D3 crest centered proudly in the middle is in front of all ten chairs surrounding the table. A single screen was turned on behind Woolven showing a blue out line of a Leviathan class ship.
“I thought there was going to more. You were all informed to be here at 1000. I'll have to have a talk with the late comers.”
He tapped the screen behind him. The screen showed a large map and a very proper building front of a very large complex with no marquee anywhere in the shot.
“Most of you will not recognize this building. But its been a thorn in our side for awhile now. One of many and one of many removed should you prove successful. All of the information we have points to this complex as being a Demonic Research Complex.”
Woolven smacked the screen again.
A new window appeared and then unfolded into seven more like it. Each one showing a picture of seven different people four humans and three elves, all of them looking like the picture was taken with a telephoto lens.
“Your objectives are as follows:
Capture or kill these seven people. There is 'All force necessary' waver in those folders.
Retrieve any and all data you can access. Even if it means you are having to carry a winchester drive out of there.
Also in the folder is a requisition for any necessary equipment you may need.
At 0800 you will meet at the garage and take a transport to the Sand-soto region, where upon, you will rendezvous with CEM team three. Who will escort you to the the facility and provide back up should it be needed.”
This concludes the brief. You have the rest of the day to prepare yourself and...” Woolven looks around at everyone. “Get use to your teammates, this isn't training, a failure here means death. I don't want to fill paperwork needed, should one of you die. Dismissed...”
The first post to a RP that I'm running.
what
Uh.....I havn't the slightest clue...
Woopsy
I began minecraft ~July 7 2011 1.7.3 Beta
My username used to be Creative_Dalek but is now Dalek since 2/4/2015
Dang.