HACK 3rd Army vs GSG grenadiers

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Fine :V
We're working on a video adaptation of this as you can see, you can be a special guest :V

 

brawl me still in it bobaddie said im the tank commander in it in teh next story

 

My perspective after this:
As I dodged bullets, I managed to take out many GSG soldiers, being careful to shoot them in the foot and then in the arm, as I didn't need to kill anyone. But then, I heard a crack, an explosion, then I blacked out.

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I woke up, slowly pushing myself up. Looking up at the sky, I noted that it was nearly midnight, and that we had been fighting in broad daylight, around the morning. I wondered to myself, "Ugh, what knocked me out..." Looking around, I noticed many bodies belonging to HACK and GSG solders. I recognized the dead body of a friend, cookie_man42. "Grr..." I muttered. It was then that I noticed someone attempting to climb out of a GSG tank. A GSG soldier. But not just a soldier, a commander. His uniform marked that he was of a higher rank. As he slowly climbed out, I noticed that he was injured and very bloody. Then, it came to me. It was a tank commander. Thinking to myself, "He survived that tank explosion? How..." I pulled out my revolver and quickly went up to him, pointing the Colt Python at his head. The commander noticed me, and muttered, "D-Dammit... in no shape to fight... Get it over with..."
I paused. Never before had I actually killed someone who was helpless and dying. I thought to myself, "Why am I not shooting him yet? He's a GSG tank commander, I need to kill him..." But another part of me said, "You'll be just as bad as those GSG soldiers if you kill him..." I pointed my revolver away from him. He looked up at me, in confusion. "Ugh, I'll get you medical support. Just hold still or something." Limping away (the explosion had given me a limp), I moved over to a dead HACK medic and pulled out the medical kit. Quickly, I bandaged Block and gave him a medicine that I had found in the med kit, marked "Quick Recover." I watched as the commander, obviously tired from the events of today, drift off to sleep. Just to be sure, I moved any weapons I could find away from him, and tied him down. "That should do," I muttered to myself. I found a comfortable spot and after making sure I couldn't be spotted, I dozed off.

 

yea brawl bobaddie put me in his story he wrote put me in yours too he said im a tank commander of hack

bobaddie put more of me in the story too like bedrock and zap thanks man

and bobaddie yea like u said 2 stories is good put u put 1 its ok

 

Fixed
I can correct them for you :V

 

Well maybe its because ur on a tablet maybe i know its hard on a tablet though

brawl i like ur story too do u guys just make them up right

brawl like ur story too do u guys just like make them up and i think i posted this 2 times maybe idk i think it was glitchy lol

lol yea i posted it 2 times mostly same stuff i said

 

Please try not to double post.
I'm not sure about Roke and Bobaddie, but based on the current story, I quickly whip one up.

 

kk sorry

and a last double last time sorry lol is the vid tomorrow on friday what server number. and maybe what time the vid with zap u and other i guess

 

kk

well because like have school and all that

 

He lives in Illinois... Correct me if I'm wrong.

 

Yey, I lived. Lemme write one.

 

When can I be actually included? :L

 

Germany, I believe. Somewhere in Europe.

Oh crap I forgot to add you into my POV v:
Uh, you survived, but you're with me v:

#soon

 

My perspective:

I open my eyes. Swimming vision, splitting headache, numbness; I force my eyes open. I'm in an infirmary. Disinfectant tinges the air. Brawler is standing above me. Everything seems to be out of focus, and I cannot fathom what he's saying. He seems happy, and I catch the words "Lucky to survive" and "Pulled through". I mumble, asking him where my battalion is. His face falls.
"Umm... They didn't make it."
"Who didn't? One of my lieutenants?"
"Erm... The entire battalion"
An awkward silence falls. Brawler doesn't know what to say to me, I can tell by his pained expression. Those men had lives. They had houses, diamonds, plans for the future! But then I came along. I persuaded them to leave their peaceful survival servers, and to enlist in MC-War. The Tank Shell didn't kill them. I did.

 

Don't mind me already planning out mine and bucking's POV on this lenghty battle :3

Right I already have my POV down. And if you don't mind, here it is:

As me and my dear friend watch the battle rage on beneath us, we take aim and try to help our fellow HACK members. Fortunately for us, bucking has what I don't have, grenades and Molotov cocktails. I specifically told him to not bring them, but he didn't listen to, as usual. I fire a random shot into the many enemies on the GSG side of the battle. I'm not sure if I missed. Soon afterwards, bucking throws his grenades, but, to my surprise, not his Molotovs. So I ask him "What was the point of bringing them if you weren't going to use them?" He responds in a dull tone "It would be too obvious if I would have thrown them, and I don't even know what went trhough my mind when I took them.". We continue to fire into the crowd, but we only have limited supplies, so we ran out of bullets for our Isolaters very quickly. Once everything we brought had gone we decide to leave. Then we hear what sounds like a huge explosion.

To be continued?