RP II: The Ensuing Conflict

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Post by bunny2002sg » Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:22 pm

Originally posted by wetmonkey442@Feb 10 2005, 03:33 PM
Personality: (I'm actually going to post my real personality, instead of the rougish daring, smart, clever types everyone else seems to be posting)
Well, I am the quiet, serious loner at school... -_-

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Post by Spinner » Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:55 pm

Name: Spinner

Gender: Male

Age: Undisclosed...as ever

Personality: Calm, quiet, decisive when needed. Takes initiative when needed. Previously served as a major. British.

Appearance: Tall, lanky, looks more intellectual than athletic.

Main Weapon: Camouflaged CPS 1700

Backup: Air Pressure WBL

Last Resort: XP 15

Clothing: Brown army outfit, with camouflaged outer layer for when on the field.

Other items carried: Swiss Army knife, radio, WBLs for the launcher, one-half of a binocular.
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Post by Forceuser » Sat Feb 12, 2005 11:54 am

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The centre of the island is thick forest that is very hard to traverse through. The edges of the island are thinly wooded. There is a large beach on the western side.

1) The main dock for the island. It has a large sea wall surrounding it.

2) A small fishing village.

3) The main town on the island. Has everything you may need.

4) A small town, sparsely populated. Ideal place if you want to lie low. Surrounded by fields interspersed with small woods.

5) The second largest town on the island. Has access to the beach.

6) A small abandoned castle-like building, located in the middle of a thick forest. Very hard to access.


Force looked out from above the bush at his opponent, who had his back to him. Force popped out from behind the bush and fired. The stream hit his adversary in the back of the head. Force ran out and rolled. He came out behind the corner of a building. Pointing his gun round the corner, he shot again. The person he was firing at collapsed to the ground, out.

Just then, Force felt a gun press against the back of his head.

"Don’t move," a soft voice said. Force turned round and brushed the gun aside with his hand. A friendly face greeted him.

"Sophie," Force replied, grinning, "How could I guess?"

Sophie was five foot ten, almost as tall as Force's six foot one. She had long black hair that ran down the sides of her soft face. She had looks to die for. They were complemented by her extremely fine figure. She was very fit and extremely flexible, with reflexes trained to perfection.

Force and Sophie kissed, slowly and passionately. They had been together for quite a long time now and had been through many experiences. They broke apart and Force turned around to see Piranha walking up behind him.

"Sneaking up behind me like that, next time I'll get you," Piranha muttered.

Force laughed, "I'd love to see you try."

They were joined by Stingray. "Squabbling again?" he asked, "You're just like little children."

Force looked at his watch. “Time to leave everyone, I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Everyone gathered their stuff and said their goodbyes. Force got on his bike and rode off home, he had had a busy day and was glad to get some rest.

Force was relaxing on his sofa reading the paper when he noticed something of interest. It was an advert for a soaking competition. The competition was open to individuals and teams (with six or less members) and was being held on a nearby island. What caught his eye though was the large prize for the winner.

"Excellent!" Force thought, smiling.

***

Several days later, a ferry pulled up at the island. Force, Sophie, Stingray and Piranha stepped off. With their gear and guns packed, they headed for the nearest hotel in 2. Getting themselves a couple of rooms, they unloaded their gear.

"Alright team, we're going to win this," Force said to his squad, "Now let's head to the meeting hall."

Leaving their weapons in the hotel, they set off for the meeting hall. As it was located in 3, they took a taxi there.

They arrived to find a large number of people milling around, and more arriving by the minute. Force spotted a lot of faces he recognised.

"This is going to be good," he thought.

At the moment, all you need to do is get to the meeting hall. Then I'll explain the competition.

EDIT: Don't forget to post the story in bold. If you haven't posted your profile yet, don't worry, you still can.
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Post by bunny2002sg » Sat Feb 12, 2005 1:41 pm

The 86's 4A-GEU engine revved smoothly and its driver smiled. He had finally got the best balance of air and fuel. Pushing the hood down and getting in, he rolled out of the carpark onto a narrow road, where he floored it. The tach needle hovered near the redline as the tires noisily fought for grip, then blipped down to 5000 rpm as he shifted into 2nd.

Let's see...

3rd. The trees on each side had turned into a wild blur. 6000, 7000, 7500, 4th.

Couple of hairpins ahead...

Nearing the first hairpin, the driver calmly shifted down, pulled the handbrake and twirled the wheel. The 86 drifted through the corner, then whipped around for the cosecutive hairpin.

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Parking at a hotel, he walked into a room with 2 people; one gagged and bound to a recliner, naked save for his briefs. The other one was wearing leather, strolling around the recliner.

"Tim said anything yet?" the driver asked the leather-clad girl.

"A little. Want it from the horse's mouth?" The driver nodded.

Leather Girl pulled off the towel gagging the man. "Talk, or I'll make you."

The man called Tim glared at her. "Screw yourself!"

She started walking around the room. "The walls are soundproofed, aren't they, Ed?" She winked at the driver, who rolled his eyes.

"At the request of many lovers wanting private time," he said.

"Yep. That means no one can hear you talk. No one can hear you moan. And no one can hear you scream."

Tim glanced at Leather Girl fearfully, then said, "Okokok, I'll talk!"

"The Tempest wants to avenge his former leader. However, he is still sending his Commanders as he wants to test how good you really are in battle."

Ed frowned. "Who's the next Commander, then?"

Again glancing fearfully around him, he replied, "Commander Rock."


Rock is Rick's big brother, BTW.

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Post by Spinner » Sat Feb 12, 2005 3:06 pm

I don't think we should have violence in this RP to the extent that some people - cough, cough - seem to want. This is about soaking, remember. I also think Forceuser should explain the Tempests as and when he sees fit to bring them into this storyline.

Spinner was relaxing in his old home on the South Island. Not a lot had happened during the six months after the liberation, save the massive cleaning-up operation.

Truth was, he was getting rusty and bored.

All about to change...

He picked up the evening newspaper and his eyes were drawn to the same advertisement Forceuser had, unbeknownst to him, also found so interesting. His eyes lit up.

"Excellent - just the thing to get me going again. Problem is, I haven't a squad as such: I'll just have to turn up and see. Hopefully they'll be some who remember my reputation." he smiled to himself. ^_^

"Suppose I'd better get my guns out again." Retrieving his old CPS 1700, he took a pot shot at a gate post. The blast missed the post by five feet. "What? That's abysmal...I'd better get my form back, and quickly!"

Later that week, he set off for the meeting at 3. It was a pleasant town, with some remarkable pieces of architecture, and it was also warm as the sun went down. As he got near the hall, he felt comfortable.

A bit too comfortable...

Out of nowhere, a 5x stream flew past his face, missing him by a whisker. He was so shocked, he didn't even pull out his XP 15 before the dark figure in the side alley was gone.

"So someone wants to assassinate me, eh?" he mused. "Well, I take that as a compliment...but what really was his game? Who's he working for?"

With plenty of food for thought, Spinner entered the hall and met an old acquaintance.
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Post by RacerSoaker445 » Sat Feb 12, 2005 3:39 pm

Racer sat in his 3000GT.

He cruised around town for a bit.

"I'm Bored" he thought.

He turned on the radio, and to his suprise....

"New water gun competition open to 6 man or under teams! Individuals welcome too! Meet on the East island!"

Well this sounded interesting for him, he went back to his house to gather his guns, the CPS 15000 and XP 75. He parked his car at the airport.

He pulled out his cellphone and called a car lot in East 3*.

"Hello? Yeah, I'm coming over to the east island for a water gun competition, and obviously I can't bring over my 3000GT, so, do you have one in stock? You do?! Great! And it has new rims and nitrous oxide?! GREAT! My current 3000GT is sitting in the South Island's parking lot. I'll see you over there!"

With the call made he caught a plane and hopped over to the east island to pick up his new ride...

*NOTE: I will say E3 or E4 ect not to get confused with the South Island's 3 and 4 ect.
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Post by Forceuser » Sat Feb 12, 2005 4:16 pm

Originally posted by RacerSoaker445@Feb 12 2005, 03:39 PM
*NOTE: I will say E3 or E4 ect not to get confused with the South Island's 3 and 4 ect.
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It doesn't really matter, as South Island (or any other island for that matter) will not be included in this RP.
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Post by Commander_Gaunt » Sat Feb 12, 2005 10:21 pm

CG listened on the radio where he heard of the new war. He selected his CPS 1000 and Douche style WBL and put them in his rucksack along with the usual equipment. He pulled on his dark green combat outfit and put on his boots. After all, someone always was willing to part company with some money or maybe a soaker or three for his specialist skills...

As he neared the meeting hall, CG waited in a dark alley, he wanted a sneak preview of the competition. He watched without compassion as a figure he knew well came into the alley...waited...and shot at someone out in the street. "Spinner", CG mused to himself, "who wants to get rid of him?"

After the figure departed, making as little noise as possible, CG rose up from his crouched position, compared to CG, the dark figure sounded like a brass band.

CG moved along in cover as he followed the figure, indeed his movements could be called cat-like (except he didn't stop periodically to spray urine against things) until they went into a small lockup.

CG watched the figure drinking from a dirty bottle, then he stepped out of the shadows and hefted his WBL up to face the figure.
"I wouldn't bother moving if I were you"
"Nobby?" said the figure.
"How the Hasbro HQ are you Corbec?" asked CG, sitting down on a crate and getting himself a bottle.


Note, I am Nobby, it is a nickname given to me by my friends and only used by them, it doesn't come from where you probably think, it comes from my love of Terry Pratchett books.

Oh, can we please leave out the random parts with all the girls, we all no it's all a lie, and we don't care if it does your ego any good.
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Post by Monsoon » Sun Feb 13, 2005 2:46 am

Monsoon had been training hard as ever since the war had ended in an undisclosed location. He had become an assasin with soakers, and very quick, agile, silent...and billingual for the sake of it.

One day, walking into a corner store on a "day off", he spotted an ad while he picked up a newspaper out of the bin. He scanned through the print and left the store to get his gear--he was going to compete.

His fishing boat came to a stop at 1. He got his small amount of gear and headed for 3. A figure appeared to be standing guard at the outskirts to the town. Monsoon hid and slid into his camo suit, balaclava over his face. He pulled his Max-P 5000 from his belt and climbed up the tree closest to his victim. He swung down right behind the person and drenched him from head to toe. He ran away, shocked.

Monsoon continued his way to the meeting hall, where the ad said the contestants would meet. He opened the door and put his soaker into his belt....


Force, you take it from here (I think). Commander Gaunt, please lay off, anyone can type about girls in this RP, there's no rule against it. I don't really care who has a girlfriend in this RP or not.
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Post by Spinner » Sun Feb 13, 2005 9:54 am

I don't find the parts abouts girlfriends particularly interesting, but I'm not too bothered if people want to include those parts, just so long as they don't go over the top or start posting inappropriate material. (*cough, cough* bunny *cough, cough*). ;)
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Post by bunny2002sg » Sun Feb 13, 2005 11:17 am

Originally posted by Spinner+Feb 12 2005, 10:06 AM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Spinner @ Feb 12 2005, 10:06 AM)</div><div class='quotemain'>I don't think we should have violence in this RP to the extent that some people - cough, cough - seem to want.[/b]



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I don't find the parts abouts girlfriends particularly interesting, but I'm not too bothered if people want to include those parts, just so long as they don't go over the top or start posting inappropriate material. (*cough, cough* bunny *cough, cough*). ;) [/quote]

(groan) Fine, whatever.

(The ol' fantasy-vs-reality argument... <_< )

"D'you know where Rick went?" Ed queried. They were at the hotel resturant.

"Not sure. Chased him out before getting down to business with Tim." Nat said, staring out of the window.

"You should've told him what you were going to do."

"Nah, he's too young."

"We're not old enough, either," Ed said, a tinge of sarcarsm in his voice.

"Oh, but we are..." She now gave Ed her seductive look, and he now felt himself melting. "Nat, don't start."

"Mmm? Why not?"

Ed glanced over her shoulder. "'Cause Rick's here."

"Shoot."

Rick skidded to a stop beside their table and tossed a newspaper to Ed. "Check this out, guys!"

"'Hyperactive 12-year-old zips into resturant'. Should be headline material." Ed commented drily.

Rick glared. "Real funny." He pointed at the soaking competition ad. "Been a while since we've got some action. How's about it?"

"I'm game!" Nat said.

Ed pondered. "Rock'll be there..."

Rick nearly fell off his chair. "WHAT! MY-MY-" Nat laid a finger over the boy's lips.

"I'll explain." She quickly filled him in on what Tim had told them.

Rick was getting pumped up. "We have to go."

"Not so fast," Ed said.

"Course we have to be fast!"

"You're going to fight your own brother?"

"He kicked me out! I wanna show him how good I am now!"

"You have a point, Rick, but please calm down! We've gotta plan this!"

"I've still got the helicopter keys. We'll fly there!"

"Ok, what about my Trueno?"

"We'll get another car there."

Ed shook his head. "I'm not parting with my 86."

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(the next day)

"Make sure no one scratches it." Ed told the captain of the car ferry.

"Yessir. The car will arrive at East Island as it is."

"That's good to know," Ed said, then ran for Rick's helicopter, which rotors were already spinning.

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Post by Forceuser » Sun Feb 13, 2005 2:37 pm

Force saw Spinner and Monsoon enter the meeting hall. He walked over to them.

"I see you've come to enter. Well, no point, my team's going to win!" joked Force.

"We'll see about that," Monsoons replied, fingering his Max-P 5000.

"So we shall." Force looked at his watch. "I would have expected more people than this. Well, I suppose there is still a few minutes left."
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Post by DX » Sun Feb 13, 2005 5:25 pm

Duxburian heard of a contest in one of the many newspapers he received. Already fighting in a relatively new war, he wondered whether it was worth it to leave for awhile to attend this contest. Since nothing was really happening yet out in the wheat fields, he decided he might as well go. He packed some of his usual weapons and headed for the [I think it's east?] island. Arriving by boat, he landed at a marina and walked up towards 3. On the way a small street gang popped up to harass him, but he simply pulled out a douchenator and they withdrew from the road. Duxburian decided to keep the WBl out plus his APH just in case there were any enemies of other hostile people around. There was no trouble as he approached the hotel, but he did notice 5 figures watching the lobby from a nearby hillside. He came to the conclusion that they were spying on the contestants for some reason, and decided to drive them away with a WBl. Duxburian fired a shot at the hill and the men scattered. The noise drew some attention from inside the lobby...
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Post by Commander_Gaunt » Sun Feb 13, 2005 5:41 pm

Commander Gaunt, please lay off, anyone can type about girls in this RP, there's no rule against it. I don't really care who has a girlfriend in this RP or not.
Sorry dude, just trying to inject a little humour in about how people blatantly invent girls to inflate there egos. Jeez, get a grip, I wasn't "laying on".

After his little chat with Corbec, and after making suitable arrangements, CG set off for the meeting hall
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Post by Monsoon » Sun Feb 13, 2005 10:08 pm

Dux, check your bold tag. I'm in a weird position to start typing, so Force, I'm relying on you to start what you are planning on doing.
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