Age; For money purposes I can not state, however I can tell you that I am in High School.
Time zone; Hawaii
Times available; Any hour as long as it's planned.
Native language; English
Skype/Email; Not comfortable posting this on a forum with a bunch of kids, I'll PM/Email you it if you are interested after reading the rest of this.
Position applying for; Builder/Writer/Actor/Editor/Cameraman
Skills for Position For acting, send me a PM with your email and I can send some voice acting your way. Same goes to camera work, and building. I can send a video for both, the camera and building bit, and maybe toss in some voice acting thing so we can knock out three in one?
As for writing. Here are two bits from Fallout New Vegas fan-fictions that I wrote.
The Green-Eyed Tiger
The rain poured heavily onto the streets of the Vegas Strip, some dripping into the Lucky 38 as it's doors opened. In walked five men, four of them wearing light purple suits and hats, carrying Tommy-Guns in there hands. Leading them was a man in a checkered suit, hair slicked back, obsidian eyes scanning the empty casino.
"Are you sure he's here Benny," one of the henchmen asked. Benny did not respond as he looked around the casino a little more.
"I know he is," Benny said as he began to walk toward the elevator, "This tower is where he and I made our pact. Knowing him, if he truly intends to bring a end to things, this is where it will be." His finger pressed the button, the elevator's doors sliding open. His henchmen stepped in first, hands gripping there guns tightly as Benny followed, pressing the button that indicated the top floor.
"Would if he's got some traps boss," another henchmen said as the elevator began to move up, sweat dripping down his forehead, "Maybe he has some robots on his side? Old renmants of Mr.Hou-"
"Any of that senior citizens creations were destroyed when our boy and I decided to take over. We ensured they wont come back." Benny gave off a smirk as he looked to the henchmen. "This is just one man we are dealing with. He's cheated death twice, but... well... you know what they say." The doors slid open, Benny stepping out. "Third times a charm."
His green eyes looked outside the window, examining the little drops of water pounding on the glass. It was extremely rare to see rain in the Mojave. This was the first time he had ever witnessed it his entire life. The gray clouds, the quiet sound of a saxophone playing through the speakers in the room, and the empty steets below. They fit the mood perfectly for him.
He took the time to examine his reflection. Rough brown hair that curled on his head. He wore a white collared shirt with buttoned sleeves, black pants and boots below his waist. A brown belt was wrapped around him with a holster attached, the red handle of a revolver sticking out. Finally, the most noticeable feature on his tan skin was a scar on his forehead. Right above his left eye, round and barely visible.
He flipped the red poker chip in his hand, catching it, and flipping once more nervously. Despite the emotionless, calm look on his face, he was very nervous. A sickening feeling rested in his body and it felt as if he was shaking. Suddenly, a loud chime came from the round hallway up the stairs behind him. His stomach did a back flip as he heard a all to familiar voice speak.
"Third times a charm." Footsteps began to echo, heading in his direction. "Funny," the voice of Benny could be heard saying, "I would expect him to be in the computer room." The footsteps came closer, as did the voice. "Perhaps he found it neccesary to pay the senior citizen some respects before he joined the old man." The voice was now coming from up the stairs behind him.
He could see Benny and his henchmen standing behind him, Benny's hand raised up to stop his men from shooting. With a smirk, the man slowly turned from the window, staring Benny directly in the eyes as he slid his poker chip into his pocket.
"I never did care for Mr.House, Benny, you know that." His voice was calm, mocking, daring. "You and I both saw him for the lying manipulator he was. That's the reason why we put him to rest, is it not?"
Benny gave off a amused chuckle, closing his eyes and bowing his head before speaking. "Indeed it is. I see you still carry that little poker chip of yours. Going through with your word to take it with you to the grave, are you? Chip-Toss Dillinger, isn't that what they called you a year ago?"
"Unlike you, I go through with my promises, thus the poker chip," Dillinger closed his eyes as Benny's opened. "So tell me, friend. Why did Veronica have to die? Was she to smart for your taste, or did you forget who your friends were?" Dillinger opened his eyes to stare directly at Benny. He saw the man give off a twitch as his eyes blinked fast a couple times, a reaction Dillinger was definetly not expecting.
"She had to die Daniel because she was becoming a burden," Benny said, his voice growing louder then usual, "Veronica Santenglo was becoming far to much of a problem. She was making issues with the alliances im forming. Killing the wrong people. Your little girlfriend was not so keen on forgetting old feuds and welcoming our new friends."
"Our new friends? You mean to tell me that Mars and the rest of the Legion deserters are to be apart of The Chairmen?"
"Allies, more or less Daniel," Benny gave off a sigh, sliding a hand into his suit, "You know. You were like a brother to me. We had been through so much together, accomplished more together then I ever could alone. It's a shame that it had to end like this, Daniel. Had you not gone on your little massacre against my boys, we could be drinking together."
"Yeah," Dillinger said calmly as he watched Benny grip onto something in his suit. He had seen this routine before, but unlike last time, Dillinger's hands weren't tied. "Instead of drinking together," he took a deep breathe. "We will die together." His hand suddenly dove for his gun-holster as he leaped to the right, sliding his pistol out and opening fire.
The Henchmen wasted no time as they raised there guns, Benny diving down the stairs and pulling his silver pistol, Maria, from his suit. Gunshots emitted from everyone but Benny whom was lining up the shot. Dillinger began strafing to the left and shooting each henchmen, one bullet each as there bullets wizzed past him, some grazing, one slamming into his unused arm.
The glass shattered from the poorly aimed bullets, The Henchmen collapsed dead. Dillinger stumbled back from the bullet that hit him as his eyes went to Benny. He quickly raised his red revolver, two bullets left. Benny was quicker however, firing three shots at Dillinger's chest as Dillinger fired two, both of them missing. He backed out of the room, toward the ledge of the Lucky 38 as his unused hand gripped onto the bullet wounds in his chest, he ignoring the pain in his arm.
"Almost Daniel," Benny shouted over the wind as he stepped onto the ledge, the rain pouring heavily on the two. "You had to be the ranger and try to kill all of us though... and now look... Veronica has been beaten by Maria."
Dillinger gave off a grunt, collapsing on his knees. He could hear his heart beating. His body began to shake. His breathing grew heavy. The grip on the ammo-less pistol in his hand weakened. Benny was beginning to blur, and for some reason the rain began to feel warm.
"Benny," Dillinger said calmly, though his grunts of pain were destroying the act. "You better make sure you kill me this time. If I get the chance to return, I will make sure your empire crumbles."
Benny holstered Maria, sighing as he began to walk toward Dillinger. "And to think, we had been through so much." He pulled Dillinger up by the collar with ease, the two staring at eachother as the rain dripped from Benny's head onto Dillinger's. "Goodbye... brother."
Dillinger felt himself be thrown over the ledge. His body tilted back as his blood covered hand pulled itself from the wounds. His grip on the pistol remained even as his vision began to fade. And then... a warm feeling swept through Dillinger's body as he felt his breathing fade.
Kim Red sat alone at a giant table, running a hand through her dark green hair as she gave off a sigh, watching the activities of the patrons and employes inside the giant restuarant, if it could be called that. It was a brothel if anything, ran by Samson Grub, one of the most hated men in the town of Coalmine. Samson had been known to be a very fair business man, and Kim knew that he deserved the title. He allowed woman to work as entertainment for the restuarant, in return giving them shelter and food.
Indeed, the hate for Samson Grub did not stem from giving anyone a bad deal. The lonely men that came in payed a easy price for several minutes of doing god-knows-what to the poor woman working at the place, and in return, the woman did not need to worry about being shot, enslaved (though would there really be a difference?), used as a lab rat to one of the many "doctors" in town, or becoming one of the poor fools that decided to work in the coal mines of the town.
"Wonderful, isn't it Kim? We have the choice of either being a slave to sex, horrid labor, or sheltered sex. Pick your poison!" She gave off a sigh, leaning back in her chair and adjusting the dark blue dress she wore. Samson Grub wasn't hated for his deals... he was hated for hiring within a certain age range.
"15 through 23," Kim muttered to himself, resting her cheek against her hand as her blue eyes stared off into space. She was 16 now, having worked at the place for a year. The worst part of all of it was the fact that Kim was the youngest employee of the brothel, thus turning her into the freaks that came by favorite employee. She was thankfully on break now, exhausted and ready to go to sleep.
"Just two more hours of this nonsense," she thought, closing her eyes. "And then we move on to tomorrow... and tomorrow... and tomorrow. How the hell did I get in this?" A sensation of guilt travelled through her mind as Kim recalled the events leading to her place in the brothel.
On her 14th birthday, her abusive father had once again decided to beat her step-mother again, for the ninth time that week. She couldn't even remember why he did it that time. Was he drunk? Venting? Whatever it was, Kim could completely recall the anger that had poured through her body at the sight, something that had been building up for so many years. She grabbed the closest blunt object gave her father everything he deserved.
Her step-mother decided it would be better for Kim to flee the tiny town they lived in, knowing that her father had far to many friends whom would definetly not approve of what happened. Shaken and covered in tears, Kim protested for several hours until the men came knocking on their house. With no other choice, Kim fled the town while her step-mother kept the men occupied.
"The screams... they have only gotten louder over the past two years. Why can't they just go away? Why can't all of it just go away?" Suddenly, the door to the kitchens opened, and out walked Samson Grub. He made a beeline to Kim, pointing at her.
"You. Get off your ass and come with me right now!"
"Not again... please not again." Kim slowly stood, looking him in the eyes.
"What did I do this time?"
"For the last time, you do not ask me questions, now shutup and follow me." Samson began to walk back to the kitchen, a place he had transformed into his personal office. Despite his bad mouth, the wretch never did anything worse then yell at Kim. When she inquired as to it, his words couldn't have been any more painful: "The hell would I want from you? All the other customers have probably given you every single disease this world has to offer from your line of work."
"We went from being Dad's punching bag to this. Which is worse?" As they entered the kitchen, Samson pointed Kim to a stove that he had transformed into a table, with three chairs placed around it. Seated at one of them was a green eyed man, seeming to be far to groomed to possibly be a customer.
"This bozart wants to talk to you," barked Samson, pulling Kim by the arm against him and whispering in her ear. "You better not screw this up. He is offering alot of money to me, and your stupid ass may actually be interested in the work he is offering."
"Are you selling me into slavery?" Kim's heart skipped a beat at the thought. Slaves had it fairly worse then people like Kim. Whereas she was being fed and sleeping in a bed at night, slaves were looked up as expendable by most people.
"Just shutup and sit down." Samson barked, pushing Kim toward the table. He then looked to the green eyed man, "Is there anything else you need?"
"For you to leave," the man responded in a calm voice, Kim passing a glance to him as she slowly sat down. She gripped her eyes shut, taking a deep breathe. This was probably going to be just another job that Samson was getting overpayed for her to do... yes, that's it.
"Right," grumbled Samson's voice as it travelled toward the kitchen exit "You better go through with your side of the deal. I have alot of friends in this town y'know?" The door could be heard slamming shut. Kim kept her eyes closed, feeling the mans eyes probe at her.
"You know," he said, "It's considered polite to look someone in the eye when you are having a conversation with them. I would think that you read that somewhere at least once in your life."
"My job isn't to talk," Kim responded quietly, opening her eyes and looking to the man, "It's merely to work... and I can't read."
"Jeeze, that's depressing. Well, Kim Red is it? How about I get you a better job? You will have better shelter then what this job of yours offers... though I can't say the cooking will be as great."
"A better job?" She snorted, shaking her head, "What do I get to do now? If you could use a clown, that would be a great improvement over this."
"Not a clown," the man responded calmly, sliding a red poker chip out of his pocket and flipping it into the air. "More of a soldier... mechanic... medic... thing. Something along those lines."
"The hell? Do I look like I can shoot- wait... that actually does sound like a improvement over this. Maybe if i'm lucky, Ill be able to shoot one of the many customers that have... gah."
"Erm... what danger does the job pose?" Kim asked, a smirk forming on the mans face.
"You get shot at on a weekly basis, Cog's cooking may give you food poisoning, and things tend to break around us. These things pale however, compared to how many benefits the job offers."
For the first time in many years, Kim felt a spark of hope. She looked to the man eagerly, leaning against the table.
"Please do, Mr. ..."
"Call me Daniel," the man said, catching the poker chip. "Daniel Chip-Toss Dillinger."
Role applying for; Leave blank
Audition for role; Leave blank
About me; I have always practiced doing voices since I was a kid, and have obtained quite a few I could do. About a month ago, I started to do videos on my Youtube Channel, which in turn helped me learn a bit about recording on screen. Every day at school, I write little scripts for Machinima ideas that I have, I just fail to acquire the people for them.
My main goal in life is to entertain people through media. I spend a lot of time researching softwares, recording gameplay videos, and looking into ways to improve my content. I know that the things I put out are entertaining, I just need to acquire a audience to work for, and a team to work with.
I have FRAPS for recording, and also have Sony Vegas Pro installed, I just don't know how to use it yet. If it is just audio that is needed, I also have a copy of Audacity. At the moment, I do all of my work from a laptop, however I hope to have a good computer built for this kind of stuff in a month or two.
I have been playing Minecraft for over a year now, and have learned quite a bit from fellow players on a multiplayer server about what makes buildings look good. Give me the supplies to work with and a little time, and I will give you a set.
I am very confident in my ability to contribute to this, all I need is a chance to show what I can do. I am also quite a fast learner, so if there is something I do not quite get, chances are I will figure it out in less then a day, two at the most.
IGN; In Game name RazorWatch Forum name; Your name on the forum RazorWatch Age; 13 Gender; M Time zone; Gst Times available; Based on Central Time Weekends everyday, weekdays depends Native language; If not english, you need to be fluent Yes Skype/Email; Or both, Razor170/[email protected] Position applying for; Builder/Writer/Actor/Artist/Musician/Editor/Cameraman/Recorder(sound) Writer
Producer(server-host)/Co-Director/Public relations/ ect. Skills for Position Please read Minimal requirements Role applying for; Writer Audition for role; It was a dark and stormy night
Steve was reading a book at his house then, a lightning bolt
hit outside, Steve heard it and went outside,
he saw the enderman get hit by lightning,
he was suprised since he dint know they could be charged.
The enderman disappeared and came up behind him, scream shrieks
of terror. About me; Iam kind of humorous, I like hamburgers =D! xD
I also follow rules Other; Still humorous.
Role and Audition are to be left blank, you were to select a position in the instilled "Position applying for" area.
and Skills for Position was where you were to place your written piece, Please note that your application has been denied on the basis that the written piece contains very little substance to judge skill level. Must be a paragraph or more, and you only gave two sentences one of which is an incredibly long run-on. please provide a new writing sample
It was a dark and stormy night
Steve was reading a book at his house then, a lightning bolt
hit outside, Steve heard it and went outside,
he saw the enderman get hit by lightning,
he was suprised since he dint know they could be charged.
The enderman disappeared and came up behind him, scream shrieks
Steve got away at the split second. The enderman chased
him, steve looked at the eye of the enderman and saw
terror and evil. He asked himself "What does this mob want!?!?"
"I've never seen this mob before!" He runs through a cave, grabs his bag
and grabs a diamond sword.
He stops and turns around to fight him, he doesn't see him,
"Where did it go?", It popped behind him and swiped at his
back, steve shrieks in pain, he turns around and swipes his
sword at the mob, it disappeared again and he looks around,
he asked himself "Where is it?"
He moves around and runs back to his home, he finds a book
about the enderman, he quickly find out that's its weak is water
and provokes the enderman to follow him, which it did.
He ran to the nearest lake and the enderman followed,
It fell in the water and seemingly died.
But it din't it grab steve by the foot and
dragged him along with it, steve says "Crap crap,
what do I do?" He gets dragged along the water
and the grip of the enderman is less powerful.
He rest at the sandy floor, saying to himself
"I hope to never meet one of those things again"
He goes back to his house and took a nap
from the days danger...
[Chapter 1 only, I can make Chapter 2.]
I don't know if this is good or not! =S
The myth of Herobrine,
3 Teenagers from the forum finds out
about herobrine and works together to find him,
they meet up a server and vows to find him,
they read the forums, it said he was near a sandy
They travel to a nearby beach and there are strange
markings, they find a local and he tells them this,
"Get out of this land before the curse befalls upon you."
with these words the old man goes back to his house.
One of them say "Pfft, What a strange old man"
They take refuge in a cave, they said they would
sleep in Shifts, a teenager named "John" took the
The other 2 teenagers fall asleep and John hears
strange sounds, he investigates and finds an "H"
on the sand "What the?"
He runs to the cave to tell the others but a strange
figure with white eyes that looked through your soul
stood before him.
He said "Who are you...?" He says "... Why have you come here?
" He replied " To find HIM".
He says "Well, you found him" Herobrine kills john off.
It became morning, The 2 teens found John's dead body,
one of them said "Let's get out of here, He IS real"
The other one said "Not without proof!"
He replied "DUDE WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"
Mark says "I still need proof!"
Josh says "Fine stay here and day!
Josh leaves, 10 minutes later he hears Josh
screaming in pain, Mark rushes in suprise
he finds Josh with an "H" In printed in his body...
Mark says "Holy ****"
The day becomes night and Mark runs, he takes refuge
in an abandoned old house, he says "He will never
find me here =D!" He sees Herobrine, when he blinked,
Herobrine seems to be closer... Herobrine kills Mark..
One of my other pieces... Hope its good =D!
[MAH ARM!!!] xD.
It was a dark night, the rain pelted the walls of the house in torrential waves. Alone sat our hero, steve, reading one of the novels from his vast library, calmly turning the pages to the patter of rain, and the crack of fire. Suddenly a large flash and crack made steve jump, concerned by the loud sound he set down his book and proceeded to investigate.
What he saw haunted him to this day, a beast of immeasurable size, soulless eyes staring back through the rain, piercing blue, and a strange purple aura.
Steven began to slowly retreat into his home, step by step, the antagonizing realization that when he looked away the beast would spring. He finally reached the entrance to a recently discovered cave, and took out torches and a sword; It was then that he had to make a tough choice, Flight or Fight?
Flight. Steve turns to find himself face to face with the new enemy, staring ever still into his eyes, before disappearing again. steve began to run further into the cave, his heart pounding in tune with his feet, pounding against the stone until he reached a pool of water,
Example of Grammar
You switch time-tenches to much T_T you cant find something and then found something,
3 Teenagers from the forum finds out about herobrine and works together
They work together
They don't works together.
She works on a project - Present Plural
They work on a project. - Present singular
3 Teenagers from the forum finds out - Past Plural
Works - Present singular
Ok.. Im going throgh my PMS to add all accepted people to the accepted list, if you filled out an application via pm, and received an acceptance message, please check the front page for your name on staff, if its not their reply to the PM I accepted you on.
IGN; Koogar Forum name; Koogar Age; 18 Gender; Male Time zone; UTC-5 Times available; Late mornings, Friday,Sathurday,Sunday I'm free. Native language; French, but nearly bilingual Skype/Email; Skype : Koougar / email : jayrome13 @ hotmail.com Position applying for; Director/Co-Director/Public Relations Skills for Position Currently studying human sciences, plan on going in something related to Public Relations, I have ran a successful amateur newspaper in the past, managing money, ressources, and more. Role applying for; Leave blank Audition for role; Leave blank About me; I am someone very ambitious, I am very interested in starting my own company, fascinated by the marketing world. I am Canadian, I love sports, I'm very active and I love to spend time with my friends. Other; I want this place because I want to help you with this, I want to help you find actors, hidden talents, get this thing big and eventually maybe generate us some revenues. I think we can make this big, and I am willing to take the efforts to get contacts and get us in the right track.
IGN; vjunkie Forum name; vjunkie Age; 16 Gender; Male Time zone; Eastern Standard Time Times available; EST: 6:00pm - 10:00 pm throughout week, weekend I'm available all hours i'm awake. Native language; English Skype/Email; Skype: vjunkie1/ email: [email protected] Position applying for; Builder Skills for Position;Photo, any other photos are on my old computer so n/a unfortunately, chromiumxian can vouch for me. About me; I'd like to think that I'm mature. I can effectively stay on task and I'm good at working with others. I 'm Canadian, and I love technology, I'm interested in programming and I've just recently built a new computer. Other; I'd like to think that i can work with others well, I've worked on a great deal of large scale projects on several seperate servers and have maintained the role of admin on over 4 servers now. I've played minecraft since the later phases of indev.
Skills for Position
(Very Lengthy, I'll just post a snippet from a story or two)
“First Platoon! Fall in!” Our commanders’ voice echoed through the air. All of us soldiers ran, double time, falling into our positions, with our arms to our side, back straight. Our only sound was heavy breathing coming from a number of us.
“As you were soldiers” The commander waved us off, we all took a breath, letting our postures go back into their natural sloppy form.
“Alright men. As you know, this war isn’t anywhere near over and before this fight is done…the casualties are probably gonna be more then you can count, Those Vietcong’s are ruthless, and we just have too many inexperienced men here. Not saying that you aren’t capable of being a bad ass, it’s just, we need to put you through some bad ass training. We’re Americans; we’re the ones that run in, guns ****ing blazing...No fear. And we need to turn some of you into that. So I’m gonna need a few of you soldiers to step forward. I need men that don’t have anything to lose, Men that don’t have anything or anyone to go back to. I need men that would be happy to die at the feet of their fellow soldier, Men that won’t let any emotions, or mental problems get in their way. **** morals. I need Men that will get the job done no matter what.” The commander stood facing us, his hands behind his back, looking back and forth as we all stood in silence.
I looked around, no one was stepping up. A few men hesitated, but eventually decided not to.
I stood in the front row of soldiers, still looking around, after a couple of minutes, the commander was about to open his mouth to say something, I took a step forward.
The commander smiled, walking up to me.
“That’s what I’m talking about. What’s your name soldier?”
“No, No, No. Not your rank.” The commander cut me off, placing his hand on my shoulder. “What is your name?” He tapped my chest.
I was confused “That…is my name...”
Commander Trainor smiled, patting my shoulder “Ah…a well trained soldier….No man. I mean, Your civilian name.”
I nodded “Allen. Tim Allen sir…” I said, It was kind of awkward, I haven’t said my civilian name in such a long time
“Allen...Yeah, Alright.” Trainor smirked, nodding and looking around with a huge grin on his face.
“Alright men. On me, General, You take care of the rest of the platoon” The Commander started walking away, a couple of soldiers started to follow him. It seemed as if while he was speaking with me, a handful of soldiers stepped forward, I hurriedly caught up with them, towards one of the many bunkers.
“Ok. So, I’m giving you one more chance to back out…..Anyone?” Trainor looked around at the line of men waiting for their orders; he nodded when he realized that none of us would budge.
“Alright. Now, Why don’t you guys tell me, How does it feel to not exist anymore?” He looked around; we all held a confused look on our face. What could he mean by, we don’t exist anymore?
“As of now, all of you do not exist. Meaning, any records of you..Fingerprint data, everything. Is gone. Deleted. Like you where never born. Now, there’s no turning back.” He smirked, clapping his hands together.
Trainor started pacing back and forth, pointing at each and every one of us as he said this.
“So, You are no longer a private, or a sergeant, you are just a soldier. The highest in command as of now, is me. All of you are now equal. Of course…since this is probably on your mind, You all will earn a…little more pay then you where...still getting the same benefits.” He smirked.
“Now. We must assign you all to different specifications based on your abilities, We’ll go to the shooting range and have you all run the course one by one. Then in teams of three. To see how you work alone and how you work with a team. After that, I will explain what’s next. We have a long few weeks ahead of us men, We have to make you the best of the best….Lets move” He nodded and started walking towards the exit of the bunker.
“Allen! Get up, let’s go out. We’re all gonna go to the bar, you should tag along” Jefferson was walking out of the bunker, all of the other soldiers where outside, waiting for him as I lay in my bed.
“No thanks Jeff.” I nodded and continued reading my book, it was an action novel, It was pretty interesting. I sighed when I realized Jeff was still looking at me, dumbfounded.
“Why not? I mean…come on; you have to want to have fun before you die right?”
I put my book down next to me; eye brow raised “What do you mean?”
“Well, tomorrow, we’re going on our first mission….which happens to be, a dam suicide mission. Five of us going into enemy territory, HQ can only provide an evac after the mission is done. No air support…no backup..The only medic we have is…well…whatever first aid we learned” Jefferson chuckled, wiping the little bit of sweat away from his upper lip, it seemed as if he was getting impatient with me. The bunker became silent; the only noise was the slight sound of other men talking outside and the faint noise of crickets outside.
I rubbed my forehead, I was kind of dumbfounded at how negative these enthusiastic men could be “Heh, Well. I don’t know about you Jefferson. But I’m going to be coming back. If you go in with a mindset like that...Well, we’re going to be destined to get disemboweled.” I smiled at Jefferson.
He scoffed, I smirked.
“Look Allen, are you gonna come with us or not?” He put his hand on the door, ready to push it open.
“No thank you. Have fun. I’ll be here if you need me.” I picked my novel back up and continued reading. Alone.
“So…Do you believe in god?”
I was in the truck. We were headed towards our drop point; the commander was talking to me about some religious crap before we reached our destination.
“If you want me to be honest…No sir.” I glanced up at him, expecting a **** storm.
He nodded “Well, what do you believe in?”
“Myself Sir.” I smirked.
He chuckled; it seemed as if he took a liking to my smart mouth. “I guess I can understand that, but Let me ask you a question. What happens when there’s no hope? When you can’t even believe in yourself or your abilities to perform the task at hand? When you’re against an army, each soldier fighting for their own beliefs, their lives..?”
“If you’re speaking about human boundaries, you know...Psychological ****. I have to say sir, that…well that’s not a problem for me. I lost myself a long time ago sir.” I hesitated with that statement, I wasn’t sure if it was what he wanted to hear, but I continued speaking anyway. Diving deep into the dark abyss of my mind, reviving the memories I kept deep down, buried, just to make sure the commander would understand where I was coming from.
“You see sir. After going through enough **** in life, you just stop caring. That’s when you make the transition from a normal average person, to one of the most feared people on earth. Because once you don’t care…there are an infinite number of possibilities out there.” I sighed, I felt a heavy weight come across my chest, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.
The Commander looked at me with a smile on.
“You see Allen, That’s the thinking of a cold blooded killer. A psychopath. And you’re trained to kill?...Sometimes I wonder who clears you guys into the army” He smirked “But that’s what we need…I just have one thing to say to you”
I raised my brow “Sir?”
“You’re a good man Allen. ****, if we make it out I’ll be honored to grab a beer or two with ya. But please, try and hold out a little longer...The world needs more like you.” He patted my shoulder.
“By that…I’m guessing you mean lonely, misunderstood, enclosed philosophers? “ I chuckled.
The Commander nodded, chuckling “You catch on fast Allen. You catch on fast.” He leaned back, his grip on his rifle tightening.
“Coming over the ridge men! Get ready! This is gonna be a quick one!”
The driver yelled back, I checked the ammo on my M16, full clip, I tightened my grip as I watched the first man jump out of the jeep, I was next. As the vehicle jolted to an immediate halt, I hopped out, my feet slamming into the muddy terrain. The air was thick, a mixture of dirt…or was it sand...in the air, blocking my air passage ways. Everything felt dry, the second I took my first step I just wanted to fall down and let my body go into failure. Some men would think…that I would regret the choice to become part of this squad..But at this moment, It felt as if it was what I’m meant to do. I mean, It’s not like I’m going to feel bad about taking my enemies life...And if I die there are many men who can take my place. I guess you can say, this is around the point when I realized how expendable I am.
“Allen! Take point, up on that ridge!” The Commanders voice echoed through my eardrums, interrupting my thoughts. I gripped my rifle and started through the slight mud with a slight grimace on my face.
“****ing hate mud..”
The man walked inside of his cellar, slamming the door closed behind him. he slowly walked down the wooden stairs, they creaked with each step as he made his way to the cement floor.
Heavy breathing could be heard from the middle of the pitch black room. It was a steady breathing, almost as if whoever it was coming from happened to be unconscious.
"Wakey Wakey sleepy head!" The man pulled on a cord, a light bulb drowning the gray room in a bright yellow light.
In the grimy cellar where two men, One standing up with his hand holding onto the chain that turned the light on, and one sitting down, his hands and ankles tied to the wooden chair he was on.
The man that was standing, stood still, his black trench coat slowly swayed and the noise of his teeth grinding against each other could be heard from behind his black and orange mask.
"I said, Wake Up!" The man leaned back and slammed his foot right into the other mans chest, forcing the chair to fall backwards and the man to wake up, giving a harsh gasp as he hit the floor.
"What the ****!?" The man yelled.
"Oh, look who's up, How was bed time Jimmy?" The man jumped forward, kneeling down and now next to Jim.
"Where am I!? Who are you!? What the **** happened!?" Jim started to struggle, trying to break his constrictions.
"Oh you might not want to do that Jimmy my boy, You might break a couple of bones before I get started" The man chuckled and grabbed Jim by his shirt collar, pulling him up, placing the chair back onto its four legs.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Let me out of this ****ing chair!" Jim spat out as he yelled through clenched teeth.
The man clenched his fist, both of them cracking, the loud snap echoing through the room.
"I'm...a friend, you can say" you could tell that he was smiling just from the sound of his voice.
"Look, I don't know what the **** this is, I don't even know who the **** you are, But why don't you just ****ing let me out of here and we'll call it a day, we don't want any one to have to get hurt-"
"Oh that's where you are wrong my dear friend. You're not even in the position to try and negotiate your freedom, It would behoove you to just shut your mouth and pray." The man said in a happy go lucky tone.
"You sick ****!" Jim spat out once more, shaking in fear as he yelled out.
The man swung his arm, slapping his victims cheek, the smack echoing much like every other noise that was made in this place. "You really need to learn how to shut up."
Jim twitched in pain, blood was now running down his cheek. "What the **** is this!?" He screamed.
The man let out a quick breath and showed Jim what was in his hand, A switch blade, now glistening with a small amount of blood, He lifted his hand to his mouth and stuck his tongue out of his mask, licking the blood off of the blade
"Help! Someone get me the **** out of here! Please!" Jim started yelling as loud as he could, shaking in his chair, trying to break free.
The man sighed and leaned back "Someone teach this ****ing ***** to be a man and shut the hell up!" He yelled as loud as he could, leaning back forward, facing Jim.
"No one can hear you. So please. Calm down my friend. I don't like seeing you all riled up, It can't be good for you anyway."
"God dammit" Jim said under his breath "Who are you anyway!?"
The man nodded slowly
"Hmph, Who am I? Everyone knows me...even you. I'm the one at the back of the bus. I'm that voice in the back of your head, telling you to pull the trigger...You know that feeling you get in your gut when you think something bad is about to happen, That little...sense of dread...the sense of hopelessness? Yea, That's me. The one in the back of the classroom that no one notices, The one that barely talks but has the loudest roar.." He looked down at Jim, who had a confused stare on his face.
"Confused?, You should be, Some know me...simply as Mr.X" He sat down on Jims lap, now straddling him "And this" He flicked out his switch blade, softly pushing it against the base of Jims neck. The light bulb flickered off.
"This, Is your journey, to enlightenment"
(I apologize for the lack of, I guess the appropriate word would be, detail.)
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About me;Well, To start off I'm a very modest person, I like working in teams and putting my best foot forward whenever dealing with a task or meeting someone new. A couple of years ago (around age 14-15) I started learning MySQL and C++ programming language, That was a while ago and I have forgotten a hefty amount of material but I guess mentioning it wouldn't hurt. I'm very dedicated to something when I start it and don't like when people give up on a job because it's 'too much work' or 'they don't think they can do it'. Also, After some warming up, I can be quite the comedian.
Other;If in some time actors are needed, If need be I wouldn't mind applying for that job. I think I would need to put my deep voice to work.