Post by Nicholas Carson on Sept 13, 2011 4:35:06 GMT -5
WARNING: IF YOU ARE MUSLIM, CHRISTIAN, JEWISH OR HOLD ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF AT ALL, YOU MAY FIND THIS SLIGHTLY OFFENSIVE. THIS SEGMENT ISN'T BAD REALLY, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WHICH SENSITIVE PERSON OUT THERE MAY BE READING. I'VE CERTAINLY POSTED WORSE. XD[/b]
Date: 11 September 2011
Time: 00:01 (One minute past midnight)
Location: A neighborhood (predominately Arab) somewhere in the USA.
The orange Dixie themed Military Humvee slowly crept its way down the street, with an American flag attached to one antenna and a Union Jack flag attached to a second antenna. Inside the Humvee sat the four Outcasts, all of them dressed to the hilt in black, with each man wearing a Captain America mask (except for Millson, who sported a James Bond mask). The act to be perpetrated would require concealment of identity in case of being captured on video somehow. If caught red handed, not even the powerful Smarky Smark would be able to miracle them out of the hot water they'd drown in. There was no bravado being yelled, no verbal war drums being pounded, no festive banter, just complete and total silence. The only noises came form the engine of the beastly vehicle itself and the music (as heard in video above) that played inside the CVCs (communication ear devices). The song was without words but the tune of it expressed the sorrowful nature of the anniversary, something that the 4 men felt strongly about more than just one day out of each year. They continued to sit there in silence, their resolve full to the max, as they readied their weapons and made the last minute checks.
The objective was a local Mosque, one of immense beauty that matched the endless controversy surrounding it. In years past, the Mosque had been a scene of praise and celebration from 9:08 A.M. until Noon every September 11th. Protests had been put on, but the clerics of the Mosque would simply explain to the media and law officials that they were worshiping only, and not rejoicing over the nearly 3,000 killed in the terrorist attack on not only America, but the world, humanity itself. It was bullshit, but with the Constitution protecting them, who could argue? Nobody. Well, except for the Outcasts, who are bound by no man's rule.
Stationed in the gunner's turret, his head poking out of the top of the vehicle, was none other than the Human Fighter Jet, Dustin Delta. Mounted to his front was the "MA Deuce" or 50 Caliber Heavy Machine Gun, with many, many belts of bullets linked together in a seemingly endless yet organized line inside the truck. His number of rounds totaled 3,201 which is also the total number of people killed at the WTC, Pentagon, and Flight 93 on 9/11, minus the terrorists of course.
The Mighty Man known as Millson would be having his fun with a MK-19 Automatic Grenade Launcher, which had been affixed to a Tri-Pod and harbored a linked munition count of 312, which represented the 52 killed in the London bombings times 6 (the 6 representing the over 6 year mark since that deadly day in London on July 7th 2005).
The Psycho Kid had left his wife and kid at home for this one, having told them a lie about going to the gym or something. His mistress for the night would be twin M240 Machine Guns, each holding linked 762 rounds of sexy destruction numbered at 1,536 bullets, representing the 192 killed in the Madrid, Spain terror attacks on March 11th 2004 times 8 (the 8 representing the over 8 years since the attack). As they drew closer to the site, TPK leaned in to the ones he'd be having an affair with and kissed them, then whispered sweet nothings into their umm ears?
Carson, the driver, turned right and brought the vehicle to a stop, its headlights shining toward the objective. He quickly shut them off and turned to his co-horts, giving them a long look before nodding one single time. Without words being spoken, all of them speedily disembark the Humvee, except for Delta who remained in the turret chomping at the bits, his palms sweaty from excitement. TPK and Millson moved into position with their weapons as if they were highly trained Soldiers, even though they'd never actually served in the military. Such a thing brought a smile to Nicholas, these men would've made excellent warriors in war. As they did so, Big Nicky leaned inside the vehicle and turned on the P.A. system, then placed the mic up to the spiffy music contraption the electronics guru Delta had jimmy-rigged. The Mauler selected a song that would contrast what was to come, in lieu of the popular "America, Fuck Yeah" ballad, he selected a more gentle one, a song that has been as much a part of America as apple pie and baseball. "I'm Proud to be an American (God Bless the USA)" by Lee Greenwood.
What the well why not?
The song blared loudly through the neighborhood, waking damn near everyone up, including the dead, which was what the Outcasts wanted. They wanted people to see this unfold. Before long many were stepping out into their yards with flashlights illuminating the madmen, or turning their lights on and yelling from their front doors or peering out of a window. In full view of them, Carson looked to the night's sky, staring past the moons and stars. His massive arms came up, outstretched, palms facing skyward with one hand coming to his heart and marking an X on it, a bulls-eye of sorts. Still looking to the heavens, Nicholas Carson dared Allah to strike him down, he dared whoever was up there, be it Allah, Buddha, Zeus, or the flying pink unicorn or whomever. The spit in the face blasphemous challenge went unanswered, as Big Nicky had expected, not so much for the fact they may not exist, but simply because all gods are made a bitch in front of the Outcasts' might. Carson chuckled and said but three words...
"Yeah, thought so."
Without any more delay, Nicky-Boy heaved dual middle fingers in the air toward the Mosque, the signal to commence. Hell on earth was instantly unleashed, sounding like World War Three as the weapons were brought to life, their barrels talking and breathing fire and spitting lead into the magnificent Mosque that had been such a strong symbol in the community. The volume of fire was glorious, and the tracer rounds lit up the sky, making it seem like daylight with a twinge of crimson hue. The patriotic song on the PA System fell silent under the sounds of the weapons and the explosions, the only thing that could match the noise of war was the voices of the men doing the deed. Every cuss word known to man, be it slang or proper, was heard loud and clear from the Outcasts, with Millson adding some British cursing that best go unheard by dignified ears. Their savage like hollering was laced with a mix of emotion and adrenaline and palpable disdain. Nicholas could barely contain himself as he watched TPK standing tall, the big M240s tucked under his arms, being sprayed back and forth in Rambo like spree of rage manner. He looked back toward the Humvee and saw the ever tactful Dustin Delta firring away with the god of guns, his aim true and smart, destroying the areas of the sacred building that were structurally weak. A tear of joy raced down Carson's cheek at such a awesome sight. Then, he turned back and was blessed to see Mighty Man Millson using the MK-19 to grenade rape the towering minaret attached to the Mosque. Carson took in a deep breath, trying to control the raging war boner he had going on inside his pants, the People's Penis trying hard to free itself from its confines and fuck the shit out of the body-less whore that is war.
One by one the guns fell silent, their munitions depleted. After the last round left, much of the establishment had been demolished, save for a section here and there, and the ravaged minaret had remained standing. Carson had figured such would be the case, and after helping his fellow jubilant Outcasts toss the weapons into the truck, the Lord of Lunacy opened the back hatch. The four men grabbed a pre-loaded Javelin Missile each, each missile representing the branches of Armed forces who have lost troops in the war on terror (Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines). With haste they spaced themselves out and dropped to a knee, then focused the system that Nicky had taught them to use. The horrified residents hunkered down inside their homes, praying to their false moon god or whoever, speaking gibberish. In unison, the four missiles flew from their home and screamed toward their destinations, a tail of fire and smoke making it daylight in the middle of darkness. Two of them impacted the minaret, reducing it to nothing more than powdered rubble pretty much, while the other two obliterated anything remaining, finally reducing it to a ruinous heap with no stone standing. The Outcasts heard the sirens and they were near, coercing the men to hasten their retreat. They toss the remaining objects into the Humvee then beat feet toward a get away soccer mom type SUV they had parked in the neighborhood earlier that day, because you know a Dixie themed Humvee would be easy to spot by law enforcement. Carson is the last to get into the SUV, having stayed behind a few extra seconds to set delayed explosives charges in the tricked out Humvee, and to place the American and English flags on a support prop near where the doors once stood. Delta tossed it in gear and sped away into the night, the four madmen giving each other high fives and flipping out over the criminal act they had just performed and more than likely got away with. In the distant night they pause as one final explosion rocks the night, it being the one that destroyed the Humvee and any trace of their involvement. With a proud look, Carson peered back at Millson then flipped open the DVD screen and put in a DVD full of patriotic vids and songs about England, such as "God Save the Queen", "England, Fuck Yeah", and many more... the volume at full max as they rumbled away waking up everyone.
EOT
Date: 11 September 2011
Time: 00:01 (One minute past midnight)
Location: A neighborhood (predominately Arab) somewhere in the USA.
The orange Dixie themed Military Humvee slowly crept its way down the street, with an American flag attached to one antenna and a Union Jack flag attached to a second antenna. Inside the Humvee sat the four Outcasts, all of them dressed to the hilt in black, with each man wearing a Captain America mask (except for Millson, who sported a James Bond mask). The act to be perpetrated would require concealment of identity in case of being captured on video somehow. If caught red handed, not even the powerful Smarky Smark would be able to miracle them out of the hot water they'd drown in. There was no bravado being yelled, no verbal war drums being pounded, no festive banter, just complete and total silence. The only noises came form the engine of the beastly vehicle itself and the music (as heard in video above) that played inside the CVCs (communication ear devices). The song was without words but the tune of it expressed the sorrowful nature of the anniversary, something that the 4 men felt strongly about more than just one day out of each year. They continued to sit there in silence, their resolve full to the max, as they readied their weapons and made the last minute checks.
The objective was a local Mosque, one of immense beauty that matched the endless controversy surrounding it. In years past, the Mosque had been a scene of praise and celebration from 9:08 A.M. until Noon every September 11th. Protests had been put on, but the clerics of the Mosque would simply explain to the media and law officials that they were worshiping only, and not rejoicing over the nearly 3,000 killed in the terrorist attack on not only America, but the world, humanity itself. It was bullshit, but with the Constitution protecting them, who could argue? Nobody. Well, except for the Outcasts, who are bound by no man's rule.
Stationed in the gunner's turret, his head poking out of the top of the vehicle, was none other than the Human Fighter Jet, Dustin Delta. Mounted to his front was the "MA Deuce" or 50 Caliber Heavy Machine Gun, with many, many belts of bullets linked together in a seemingly endless yet organized line inside the truck. His number of rounds totaled 3,201 which is also the total number of people killed at the WTC, Pentagon, and Flight 93 on 9/11, minus the terrorists of course.
The Mighty Man known as Millson would be having his fun with a MK-19 Automatic Grenade Launcher, which had been affixed to a Tri-Pod and harbored a linked munition count of 312, which represented the 52 killed in the London bombings times 6 (the 6 representing the over 6 year mark since that deadly day in London on July 7th 2005).
The Psycho Kid had left his wife and kid at home for this one, having told them a lie about going to the gym or something. His mistress for the night would be twin M240 Machine Guns, each holding linked 762 rounds of sexy destruction numbered at 1,536 bullets, representing the 192 killed in the Madrid, Spain terror attacks on March 11th 2004 times 8 (the 8 representing the over 8 years since the attack). As they drew closer to the site, TPK leaned in to the ones he'd be having an affair with and kissed them, then whispered sweet nothings into their umm ears?
Carson, the driver, turned right and brought the vehicle to a stop, its headlights shining toward the objective. He quickly shut them off and turned to his co-horts, giving them a long look before nodding one single time. Without words being spoken, all of them speedily disembark the Humvee, except for Delta who remained in the turret chomping at the bits, his palms sweaty from excitement. TPK and Millson moved into position with their weapons as if they were highly trained Soldiers, even though they'd never actually served in the military. Such a thing brought a smile to Nicholas, these men would've made excellent warriors in war. As they did so, Big Nicky leaned inside the vehicle and turned on the P.A. system, then placed the mic up to the spiffy music contraption the electronics guru Delta had jimmy-rigged. The Mauler selected a song that would contrast what was to come, in lieu of the popular "America, Fuck Yeah" ballad, he selected a more gentle one, a song that has been as much a part of America as apple pie and baseball. "I'm Proud to be an American (God Bless the USA)" by Lee Greenwood.
What the well why not?
The song blared loudly through the neighborhood, waking damn near everyone up, including the dead, which was what the Outcasts wanted. They wanted people to see this unfold. Before long many were stepping out into their yards with flashlights illuminating the madmen, or turning their lights on and yelling from their front doors or peering out of a window. In full view of them, Carson looked to the night's sky, staring past the moons and stars. His massive arms came up, outstretched, palms facing skyward with one hand coming to his heart and marking an X on it, a bulls-eye of sorts. Still looking to the heavens, Nicholas Carson dared Allah to strike him down, he dared whoever was up there, be it Allah, Buddha, Zeus, or the flying pink unicorn or whomever. The spit in the face blasphemous challenge went unanswered, as Big Nicky had expected, not so much for the fact they may not exist, but simply because all gods are made a bitch in front of the Outcasts' might. Carson chuckled and said but three words...
"Yeah, thought so."
Without any more delay, Nicky-Boy heaved dual middle fingers in the air toward the Mosque, the signal to commence. Hell on earth was instantly unleashed, sounding like World War Three as the weapons were brought to life, their barrels talking and breathing fire and spitting lead into the magnificent Mosque that had been such a strong symbol in the community. The volume of fire was glorious, and the tracer rounds lit up the sky, making it seem like daylight with a twinge of crimson hue. The patriotic song on the PA System fell silent under the sounds of the weapons and the explosions, the only thing that could match the noise of war was the voices of the men doing the deed. Every cuss word known to man, be it slang or proper, was heard loud and clear from the Outcasts, with Millson adding some British cursing that best go unheard by dignified ears. Their savage like hollering was laced with a mix of emotion and adrenaline and palpable disdain. Nicholas could barely contain himself as he watched TPK standing tall, the big M240s tucked under his arms, being sprayed back and forth in Rambo like spree of rage manner. He looked back toward the Humvee and saw the ever tactful Dustin Delta firring away with the god of guns, his aim true and smart, destroying the areas of the sacred building that were structurally weak. A tear of joy raced down Carson's cheek at such a awesome sight. Then, he turned back and was blessed to see Mighty Man Millson using the MK-19 to grenade rape the towering minaret attached to the Mosque. Carson took in a deep breath, trying to control the raging war boner he had going on inside his pants, the People's Penis trying hard to free itself from its confines and fuck the shit out of the body-less whore that is war.
One by one the guns fell silent, their munitions depleted. After the last round left, much of the establishment had been demolished, save for a section here and there, and the ravaged minaret had remained standing. Carson had figured such would be the case, and after helping his fellow jubilant Outcasts toss the weapons into the truck, the Lord of Lunacy opened the back hatch. The four men grabbed a pre-loaded Javelin Missile each, each missile representing the branches of Armed forces who have lost troops in the war on terror (Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines). With haste they spaced themselves out and dropped to a knee, then focused the system that Nicky had taught them to use. The horrified residents hunkered down inside their homes, praying to their false moon god or whoever, speaking gibberish. In unison, the four missiles flew from their home and screamed toward their destinations, a tail of fire and smoke making it daylight in the middle of darkness. Two of them impacted the minaret, reducing it to nothing more than powdered rubble pretty much, while the other two obliterated anything remaining, finally reducing it to a ruinous heap with no stone standing. The Outcasts heard the sirens and they were near, coercing the men to hasten their retreat. They toss the remaining objects into the Humvee then beat feet toward a get away soccer mom type SUV they had parked in the neighborhood earlier that day, because you know a Dixie themed Humvee would be easy to spot by law enforcement. Carson is the last to get into the SUV, having stayed behind a few extra seconds to set delayed explosives charges in the tricked out Humvee, and to place the American and English flags on a support prop near where the doors once stood. Delta tossed it in gear and sped away into the night, the four madmen giving each other high fives and flipping out over the criminal act they had just performed and more than likely got away with. In the distant night they pause as one final explosion rocks the night, it being the one that destroyed the Humvee and any trace of their involvement. With a proud look, Carson peered back at Millson then flipped open the DVD screen and put in a DVD full of patriotic vids and songs about England, such as "God Save the Queen", "England, Fuck Yeah", and many more... the volume at full max as they rumbled away waking up everyone.
EOT
