USCMRPG

"Fuck Yah" said the private while firing 5 rounds towards the unknown while jump past the wall into the line of fire.

Forget about the respect us thing, just wanted to say that only six of us left.

Just wanna tell everyone that there are six players left that started the gothic serpent campaign from the begging. they are Me, Simovic, Kurasaki, Quinn, Ishizawa and Dirk pitt. So be respectful to us, because we are veterans. So that al I wanted to say.

Man I killed 2 aliens throughout three mission so yah.

"oh sir I hope to god that is not underwater"the private said in a low scared tone while holding his rifle closely to his chest, ready for something to go down.

Monks was slowly dozing and re waking up. He knew he would fall asleep quite easily  and remembered from is childhood, having sleep over and always falling asleep first and After three drops he was still private first class which incited him because there are some new fresh cadets that have never be...

Monks walked up to erik with a slight frown and said " I have no special weapons training at all" he replied. "Sorry for the absence I was just looking over the new platoon set up" Monks said.

Yeah me to

Starcraft rules the schools.

" Oh lord, Oh lord, Oh lord"  Monks said while hearing the binoculars hit the floor.
"Oh god"

"Let's go then" the private said while  turning his head toward the hallway behind him.

"hey erik,do you think it is a survivor down there" Monks said in quiet tone, while keeping his pulse rifle in front of him.

Sliding out of the duct, Monks looked around and saw a long corridor "Hey sir where are we going" Monks asked, while trying contemplate how he didn't just die. He was there and that's all that matters.

Looking at his pulse rifle and seeing the number......96....... did not  make him feel good at all. Running right after Dirks, Erik and Morse, made him feel good but then looking back at the big group of limbs, teeth and darkness, it didn't help. "Oh god sir, we are almost out of here,right,right" t...

"Wha,wha, what was that, sir. It,It ripped out of her,her chest",Monks said as scared as a hamster in it's cage while a cat stalked it, just inches from poor rodent. 99 bullets, okay that's good, he thought to himself





(tag dirk)