ZOMBIE FORUMS

I vote we make Gias our officiall cook!

*walks away from Pilot's newest plane while whistling. A loud explosion and several clanks can be heard several minutes later as wreckage from the plane rains down on the pavement.*

:o Noooo!
*Runs to wreckage*
Why must the good die so young, why? *sobs uncotrollably*

thank you Private wolfy

When the hell do we get our orders?

**Sees bizzar zombie like thing charging full tilt in his direction. Does a quick 'what the fuck?' look then draws .357. Unloads all six shots into zombie, wich dies(again). Then it occurs to him who in the unit would have the skill and sadism to create such a thing, and why she would do so. He starts running for a hiding spot...**

*Ebricht emerges from the Vehicle Warehouse (all vehicles now rebuilt, cleaned and ready to go. MPs have been assigned to guard the so as now more "accidents" can ruin the vehicles) and starts dusting himself off. Half way through, he finally notices the burning wreckage of the recently destroyed plane*

Gahd dummit! Now how are we suppose to get our arses off the ground to the Drop Zone?!

*starts grumbling incoherently as he helps put out the flames and starts loading up the useable pieces for spare parts.*

*Just about done, sounds of gun-fire can be heard and a quick look around reveals Private Fitt unloading his pistol into a running pile of flesh. After all shots are fired, the pile of flesh collapes to the ground and Ebricht see's Fitt running like the Devil was after him towards the nearest foxhole.*

*shrugs and finishes loading the parts onto a flatbed truck and vanishes into the Vehicle Warehouse yet again. A look back confirms that Pilot is still standing there in shock*

::Runs up and finds her zombie-creature dead before she got the chance to kill it herself. She looks at it in surprise, then begins to tremble, then throws her head back and screams with unholy rage at having her kill stolen. She then runs screaming into the vehicle warehouse while wilding swinging Chompy, and the MPs get the hell out of her way rather than try to stop her. Various sounds of mass destruction are heard.::

Who said I did it?
[size=0]I swear if any of you tells you'll find a new surprise in your bunk.[/size]
Is anyone else worried that our medic is causing more casualties then the rest of the platoon when we have no orders?

Stumpy!

*Choas finished carving an oddly shaped stick. He then procedes to atach a granade to the end of the stick, pull the pin and throw it into enemy lines*

BOOM

No. Not bothered by Gias, really. Seen worse actually.

Uh, I would guess we're in England. I don't think those were the enemy lines.

*Pulls himself together*

Damn and that was my favorite plane too.

*Walks away whistling, ignoring the chaos. Returns a few hours later in a large carrier*

Good thing I keep a spare, anybody want a ride? I'm bored and we might as well do some pre-mission scouting.

Private Gias.... the company Whore.....

It works differently sorta. We pay you to stay close to us and, uhhhh, comfort us. We pay her to leave us the hell alone.

*On the plane.*

If that didn't make it to enemy lines then I would want to get out of here.

One person, come on peopple dont you recognize plot advancement when you see it, get in here!

*approaches Pilot's new carrier while loaded down with lots of ordnance*
Where do I stow these?
*points to a large pile of grenades and rifles*
And anyone need to load up before we go?

Also on the plane--Todd causes Pilot to panic by rushing up front to look out the window.

"Heyyy, I wonder what would happen if we dropped a fire extinguisher on the bad guys?"

Pilot glares at him. "Last time you got involved with a fire extinguisher, I lost a tank. As far as I'm concerned, you're dangerous with anything whose contents are under pressure."

Todd frowns. "Aw, come on, where's your sense of humor? It was only that tank . . . and a few planes . . . and . . . okay, I see your point," he says, seeing the death glare Pilot was giving him now. "The tank was my fault, but I'm not taking responsibility for any of the others, dammit! I wasn't even here for half of them!"

"Get out of my COCKPIT!" Pilot shouts. Tood meekly complies.

"Shit, why's that guy so damn tense?!" he says, sitting back down.

Revolutio hops onto the plane giving it a kick for good luck. Naturally he hits his head on the hatch just as he was considering putting on his helmet.

Grumbling softly he sits down and begins knitting socks out of his reserve-chute. Ya never know when I nice pair of socks might come in handy afterall.

"Are we there yet?"

"So take-off now or wait for more?"