Rusty
1940's Finnish Sniper
- Joined
- Aug 28, 2019
- Messages
- 26
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- #1
< : : AREA 492 - MALTA : : >
(Needed for maximum immersion)
- LOG START-
"Aight uhh, so we got some intel or something that this island wasn't spared during the 7 hour war and was actually fuckin' bombarded to hell, activating some super hidden secret nukes on the island, man it looks like Fallout New Vegas up there, also it seems there are some mutated Antlions there, holy shit look at that. Barry you seeing this?"
-SENDING VISUAL MEDIA-
"Damn, now that's a mean lookin bug."
"Hey Bob, should we send another nuke to Malta to kill off these monstrosities? Wait, that would make them even meaner lookin? Shit.."
"Well now that we covered that, I guess you scary mask guys want more "constructive" logs, well I guess I should get some pictures of the Maltese Wasteland then. Well, here you go you pricks."
-YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DEAL FATASS-
"Looks neat, doesn't it? Now I hear you asking, "how the fuck did that building survive"? Don't fucking ask me, vort bullshit I guess. Well, I guess we could dispatch a few research teams there to study the corpses and the effects of radiation on the Xenian life. Wait. What the fuck do you mean someone has breached the Nexus? Well fuck him, shoot him! Alright, sorry about that. Let's get back to the point."
"So we even have some pre-war footage of Malta before UU did a fat dab on it.
-END MY SUFFERING-
"So, wait... That doesn't look right.. Wait, Bob, you sure..? Alright, man... Whatever you say. So this is the picture of Pre-War Malta... Pretty medieval-looking, no wonder the Union took out them in like a few minutes, thank god the Union uplifted us into actual civilization..."
"Wait, why are the alarms still blaring? Why do I hear footsteps? Now, what the hell is going on here?! Better finish this log soon..."
KABOOSH!
"Wait, who the fuck are you!? Why are you her-"
-The log ends here, now i can finally rest in peace after that fucking NEET died.-
< : : CONNECTION LOST : : >
(Created with copious amounts of Autism and boredom)
EDIT1: I REGRET FUCKING NOTHING
(Needed for maximum immersion)
- LOG START-
"Aight uhh, so we got some intel or something that this island wasn't spared during the 7 hour war and was actually fuckin' bombarded to hell, activating some super hidden secret nukes on the island, man it looks like Fallout New Vegas up there, also it seems there are some mutated Antlions there, holy shit look at that. Barry you seeing this?"
-SENDING VISUAL MEDIA-
"Damn, now that's a mean lookin bug."
"Hey Bob, should we send another nuke to Malta to kill off these monstrosities? Wait, that would make them even meaner lookin? Shit.."
"Well now that we covered that, I guess you scary mask guys want more "constructive" logs, well I guess I should get some pictures of the Maltese Wasteland then. Well, here you go you pricks."
-YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DEAL FATASS-
"Looks neat, doesn't it? Now I hear you asking, "how the fuck did that building survive"? Don't fucking ask me, vort bullshit I guess. Well, I guess we could dispatch a few research teams there to study the corpses and the effects of radiation on the Xenian life. Wait. What the fuck do you mean someone has breached the Nexus? Well fuck him, shoot him! Alright, sorry about that. Let's get back to the point."
"So we even have some pre-war footage of Malta before UU did a fat dab on it.
-END MY SUFFERING-
"So, wait... That doesn't look right.. Wait, Bob, you sure..? Alright, man... Whatever you say. So this is the picture of Pre-War Malta... Pretty medieval-looking, no wonder the Union took out them in like a few minutes, thank god the Union uplifted us into actual civilization..."
"Wait, why are the alarms still blaring? Why do I hear footsteps? Now, what the hell is going on here?! Better finish this log soon..."
KABOOSH!
"Wait, who the fuck are you!? Why are you her-"
-The log ends here, now i can finally rest in peace after that fucking NEET died.-
< : : CONNECTION LOST : : >
(Created with copious amounts of Autism and boredom)
EDIT1: I REGRET FUCKING NOTHING
