ive been thinking for a while without doing much actually but i have something to say about the prolouge, im changing it so that it makes more sense compared to the ideas in my head yo check out the edit, its coming soon!!!

regarding the sitcom crisis im screwed for most of the summer. theyre both on vacation and though i have both phone #s and the yboth have mine but if i call itll be awkward. sooo im fucked for now.

im too tired to make a real post, but i would like to say that my chances with kat are fucked until midsummer at least, im gonna have to wait for her to contact me if anyhting.

and that the empowered is being changed seriously soon brcause im a lazy dumbshit. i hste it but otherwise im just gonna get bored and leave it. ill come back soon
teh st0n0r.

sooooo.... i know youre probably all bored with my life... (or jealous HI EVAN1!!! =)) but ive still got to work on getting my notebooks typed upa and corrected. so in the meantime...

in aart class carman told me that on a field trip to another school he talked to hailey who now thinks i dont like her for some reason. i hope its not my crappy attempts at playing hard to get, and i definetly hope she doesnt think i like kat....
also i thought that she was avoiding me today becuase i didnt see her after second period later i heard that she was oon the trip. ssoooo.... thats it i guess

please dont get pissed at me for not having a lot of the story on here or about it being completely out of order... im just trying to pace myself so i can get home workand stuff done.

as usual plz comment even if it is to complain, it helps to know that someone is interested.

stoner out.

Im not very well caught up recently, but here's a short piece of back information about the dexus supersoldier projects initiated by BSCI. Id like to thank people for at least looking at my blog pages. several people from my school like the story so far and ive gotten at least one positive comment on NG.

BSCI CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION:
To: Dexus-0004-delta
From: Dexus-1337-alpha
Transmission start
Summary: possible test subject for project P-X9 "MAMUTE"
Status: Dead, though body is virtually perfect and most internal organs remain intact and functional.
Alliance: NWO Peacekeepers
Unit: PK IV Corps, Laguz Brigade, Junker division
Honors: Platoon leader, supply handler, Division Quartermaster
Privileges: Direct access to weapon/munitions/supply stores, considered as officer,
Rank: Master Sergeant (under consideration of lutenientship before death)
Appearance: Subject is a 7'6" male Caucasian, 250 lbs., brown eyes, naturally bald, original hair color appears to be brown, 32 years of age at time of death. All limbs are intact and heavily muscled
Skin abnormalities: covered with scar tissue and multiple PK IV unit tattoos, if they are valid subject has served in at least two branches of the armed forces and 8 units, including 3 elite forces; Helldroppers Airborne Division, Laguz Brigade Elite aka Stormriders, and Nuclear Knights experimental weapons scientific unit.
Bodily condition: impressive physical state at less than 8% body fat, despite major scarring on nearly all skin surfaces and multiple bone fractures in the legs.
Cause of death: severe electrocution/ cardiac arrest caused by direct exposure to Tesla cannon fire, also defensive wounds on arms have been noted.
Valid test subject?...
End transmission.

Reply:

To: Dexus-1337-alpha
From: Dexus-0004-delta
Yes, test subject is considered Valid
Reassigning...
Subject designated to: OMEGA project
Type: THOR (Asu. Inf.)
Individual unit #: 14
Team grouping: 103
--Subject I.D.: Omega 14-103 THOR-
Nexus 1337, you are authorized to initiate resurrection, infection, and, if successful, augmentation.
Nexus 0004 out.

this is a part of a parallel sereis of events that goes on alongside the main story. itll tie in around the end of the book. enjoy, and comment plz!

Master Sergeant John "Kerry" Walden of the Laguz Brigade trudged through the snow of camp Marquisette carrying a "Blanka" .50 cal MG over his shoulder and a matching ammo box in the other hand. The butt of his rifle clicked against his helmet with every step, the new symbol beneath his chevrons shone in the light of the half moon and the dim streetlights around the base. He had just received commendations for his last mission and told that he was up for his Lutienentship. That was good for him, more pay, less danger. But he didn't want to leave his old squad behind; Harris and Carlyle had been with him since the beginning and the three had each gotten Medals of Self-Sacrifice last year when they were injured taking down three WGE "Lightnings" with just a 75mm cannon and their Klinton20 assault rifles. About fourteen or fifteen others had died defending the building they were in from advancing WGE aerial units. Their former squadleader Sgt. Rob Wesley and his brother Kurt included. He missed his old sarge, Wes had taught the rest of them that you win a war by surviving, and taught them how to stay alive...

there should be a connecting paragraph here, but it was lost in transfer from my brain to the computer

walking through the winds of the dying blizzard he could hear the same music coming out of the officer's club as he walked down the supply lane. Did they only have four songs on that ancient MP9 player or something? Always the same bloody music playing, over and over again, never a change. Yet in the enlisted men's bar he almost never heard the same tunes twice. Bizarre, a shame he might never be able to go back to the enlisted men's place, where there was never bad company, and there were few drinks on the menu, but they were all cold- whether they were supposed to be or not. A great place to relax though recently all the men, officers and enlisted- himself included- had been getting nervous. Intel said that the Krimson Rayne had been gathering around the British Plateau area, over 60,000 men and around 12,000 air and groundcraft, including six Titans and the 3,000 man Wild Geese elite force aboard their own Titan the "Nesting Heron". What was the high command thinking? Camp Marquisette should have another three brigades of soldiers at least, and it would need five and a Titan to defend it against a full force attack from the Flash...
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Less than forty miles west of him the commanding officers of the Krimson Rayne's titans the "Nimbofortress" and the "Manticore's Gaze" agreed with John's opinion and were preparing for the full assault that he had feared.
They knew that Camp Marquisette would be necessary for gaining a foothold in the rest of the European Plains. This blizzard had delayed them too long and now, as it waned, they would attack. Under cover of the storm they would be able to close in on the camp before its airfleet could intercept them, or even take off. The "Manticore" would come from the west, straight into the camp to drop in infantry and ground vehicles and the "Nimbofortress" would circle around to the south to prevent any the NOW units reinforcing from or escaping to Jacob's Rockwall.
The "Secret Garden" and the "Talon IV" would be there in a day's time. The Talon had taken heavy damage to the outer armor and its fighters were mostly gone or damaged from a battle around part of the "Air Wall" when a pair of NOW titans had ganged up on it. Now its reactor was functioning at less than 20% and it needed to set down for repairs.
The "garden" was slow simply because it was enormous, even for a titan. At 20,000 feet long and around a mile wide it was nearly twice as big as the second largest titan in the Flash's air fleet, the "Cradle". The garden lived up to its name; it was basically a flying farm. Where most titans had ship bays and turrets, it had plant fields and animal pastures. Unfortunately it didn't originally have much room for protective measures, so it was refitted with extra titan shells on each side which had smallish airbays and some turrets. It was not only the pride of the KR air force, but the lifeblood of their army. To lose the garden was to lose their main source of food for the whole KRAF.

here should be another connecting paragraph but it's missing too. sorry

Spotlights, Tesla Cannons, and tracers filled the night sky, disrupting the falling snow, as dozens of airships from the hulking "Manticore" swooped low, blasting away with Storm Chainguns, Hellhound rockets and the occasional green blur of a Thunderhead Lance. But Camp Marquisette would not go so easily, not while the Laguz brigade still controlled it! Scores of soldiers, ducking down beneath the blazing guns and the flaming bits of debris, rushed towards their positions, manning spotlights and anti-air turrets to fight back against the forces of the Krimson Rayne.
John slid behind a fallen pillar as a Thunderhead blew through the side of the pig-rig he had passed by just moments before. The truck blew in half as the munitions in the back ignited sending shrapnel up into the night sky where it spread into the chaos of the battle. John swore loudly as he ran across the field to join his squad again.
"Kerry! Head down, ya dumbass!" Carlyle yelled, waving from behind some sandbags. Harris blew a hole in an advancing walker with his HOP grenade launcher. Next to him the new guy was shaking as he fumbled to reload his own gun. There were another dozen familiar looking soldiers in the same area, all settling down in defensive positions. A sergeant in their midst saw him and gave the shout for covering fire.
John threw the Blanka to Carlyle as he slid the last few feet to the sandbags.
"Set that shit up now Carl, everyone else try to keep the geese off us!" he ordered turning to the sergeant "What the hell is goin' on here?!"
"It's the KR sir! They got a transport Titan on us! They're dropping tanks and walkers! We think they're mainly targeting the airfield but the barracks are in danger too."
"What you getting' from brass sir?" Harris asked from his place behind the rail.

another missing connection. dammit!

Battle Walkers were being dropped by the transport ships and advanced on the camp's outer limits, their stubby legs jerking forward like fat pigeons to bread crumbs, chainguns ripping at the entrenched infantry.
Marquisette's Assault Tanks took up their places where walls had fallen, replacing them as they cut down both infantry and walkers that came too close.
The Marquisette Airfield was bustling with activity, pilots and ground crews racing to get their ships in the air, engines and propellers whirring, munitions and fuel being topped off before they took off, thrusters burning at launchpads as they lifted and scattered to meet the WGE aviators. The mooring lines of gyropters were cast away as the great balloons lifted up into the firestorm, bullets ricocheting off their armored gasbags and gondolas as their rocket batteries prepared to return fire to the "Manticore" and its fighters.
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thats it for now. we get to meet Wil Ventures next time! keep your hopes up!

this really fucks it up.

now the two of them are fighting.
in an odd misunderstanding during gym class hailey sorta called kat a bitch so now haliey is pressuring me not to hang out with her as much, and kat is just acting wierd recently

so anyway im sorta having even more problems talking to Kat than I usually do.
and im not having a lot of luck calming hailey down about it...

so sorrry if youre here for the story, my next post will definetly be about it.

look on sunday for a parallell series of events that coincides with the other. and after that the crew has a bit of a problem in a Sol'Aris nightclub and wil Ventures (pronounced with an accent over the u "ven- chur-s") joins the gang.

okay, odd thing going on now, both hailey and kaitlin are flirting with me. and at least six people have asked me if im going out with hailey and i dont know what the fuck to think

so the reasoning behind this is that we were all on a field trip to boston for some weird reason. basically i might as well have been walking arm in arm with hailey for about six hours. I wasnt, but she was at my side for almost all of them. and i bought her lunch.

there isnt much to say about this but also she made a few comments about "if we were going out would you..." followed by some random thing about saving her life and stuff. I guess that it would make sense that she got shot at, fell off buildings and was attacked by wild animals often but it seems sorta like tha way someone in the mafia would choose a boyfriend.

sorry about not having the story out more but i havent had a chance to transfer the files to this computer yet.

- Ed "teh stoner" stone

WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This has been one of the greatest months of my life, since april 5 (my birthday) my life has been awesome: my ipod finally works, ive gotten all my damn homework done, i (finnaly, embarassingly) beaten metroid prime, boxhead the zombie wars, thing thing 4, and last stand 2 came out, I have led zeppelin PAJAMAS for the love of god! but i think this is the icing on the goddam cake people!

I have 2 girls expecting me to ask them to the end of teh year dance!

this should be impossible for someone in my social group, but here i am with 2 possible dates. and theyre both pretty good ones. so heres my story.
i am played by morgan freedman- o damn im not old, black and super badass... arright fine ill play myself....

Names may have been changed (probably because i cant remember how to spell them). events may have been changed. (to make me look smoother in social situations. my problem isnt talking to girls so much as they dont take me seriosly (i hate that word how the fuck do i spell it??!!) because of my friends probably, or they think im gay, emo or both (not that i think theres anything wrong with either). theres nothing wrong with being semi-goth. (tho i cant wait to get my hair dyed green!))

so i was at my loccker and a popular girl who im sorta friendly with walks up and asks:
"are you going to ask hailey M to the dance?"
me: (grunts, kicks binder) "ummm... i dont go to dances"
Liz: "why not?"
Me: (grunts more, kicks other binder, pulls out backpack, mumles indecisive answer)

liz walked away, then i realized exactly what the conversation was about.
why would liz ask that? to the best of my knowledge liz and hailey arent friends or even have classes together. furthermore, why would she think id do that
at the end of that period hailey walked past me so we walked together to health. during this half-school length (1/4 mile but at a casual speed takes around 2-3 minutes) we started talking around halfway there.

Hailey: "have you noticed that kaitlin has been flirting with you in gym class?"
me: "huh?"
"yeah, you two always hang out there, dont you?"
"wait, you think shes flirting with me?"
"why do you think she always tries to get you to go with her"
"yeah well i thought-"
stops outside of health "look, dont say anything about this to her, okay?"
"okay"
and so i entered health even more confused, and havent been able to talked to hailey since.

the next day i had double chorus with kaitlin we talked a bit, but nothing out of the usual, i made her laugh, she made me laugh, it mighve been romantic if joey hadnt been there the whole damn time, and if mr savage wasnt across the hall. oh and if kat' wasnt constantly stopping to give people she hated the finger behind their backs. i helped ; ).

a few points to make here:
1 kaitlin recently broke up with her boyfriend (ive met him twice, nice guy, but probably isnt as badass as me.
2 kailin and i have been friends for a few years, since 6th grade i guess. (when i saved her and joey from <snort> bees (funny story actually) we started actually talking and stuff out of normal context.
3 hailey and i are just friends idk y anyone would think that we were, yeah anyway thats just my awkward sitcom-like expierience.

4 i would really like to go out with kaitlin
5 i dont think that hailey knows what the fucks up here so... yea,
6 ive sorta liked kaitlin for the last 2 years and that has amplified since she dumped b=her BF around april (happy birthday Ed!)

so thats all i guess.
too bad im not goin to the dance.

The M.P.A.W.45 is the Multiple Purpose Assault Weapon and is standard issue assault rifle to all the BioSystems soldiers with either a reflex sight or a 1.5 to 3.5 zoom tactical scope and a laser sight or flashlight on the end. It can be optimized with several types of ammunition including; knockout darts, armor piercing rounds, incendiary rounds and a grenade launcher which can fire explosive, teargas, smoke, flashbang, EMP or sonic grenades, its sort of like a cross between the real life FAMAS, the SC20K from Splinter Cell (bullpup configuration=sweet) and the S.C.A.R. from CRYSIS (AWESOMEST GAME LIKE, EVER1!!1!1) only futurey-er. Kroze carries a modified one around with a bunch of tactical attachments.
Then there's the LSA68 and MLSA19 or Light Semi Auto 2668 and Modified Light Semi Auto 2719, a standard 9mm pistol used by basically everyone and its modified 11mm counterpart, both have silencer and laser sight attachments. The latter was invented by the empowered.
The Hemsly 1401 .50 cal machine gun has been around since the 2500's and is still used. It is called the "Blanka" because of the noise it makes when fired (it sounds like the BAR from CoD:FH).
The Klinton20 assault rifle is left over from the last war and is overused despite its age.

The man had his MPAW so close to my face that it might as well have been shoved up my nose. And I could not afford a third nostril, not after I came so far...
His squad members, all 13 or 14 of them were all within three or four yards of me, one grenade could take them all out... but that wasn't an option for me now.
One of the men, a big one, shoved Mia over onto the ground next to me where she lay, breathing heavily.
"Unconscious, one of our shockers must've clipped her, I noticed she was breathing when I checked." He said, it sounded like he had recently sandpapered his throat.
"Good, now as for you," he motioned me "give me your weapons."
Fuck, I thought but I started to do as he told. I took out my MLSA's one at a time and showed him they were empty then moved onto my Mac30's and dropped them all on the floor next to my rifle. The man pulled the slide back to him centered his weapon on my face and started to squeeze the trigger.
"No, wait! I can't fucking take it anymore! Don't fire!" said the shorter soldier on his left. He fumbled with his facemask and helmet and tore them off revealing a small face with dark curls obscuring the top half.
The whole squad of soldiers and I looked at him.
"Castillo, I don't even know why the hell you're in this goddamn army and now you're trying to lead it. What the hell?"
"I joined the army to protect my family and I didn't even end up doing that. If I can save one more life it'll be worth dying." He walked across the floor to where I stood and turned to face the rest of them who stood silent. "Fine then you can die too, but first, I meant all your weapons. The sword too."
My last defense, gone already? Not likely. But I went along with him and slipped it from its sheath, grabbing the tip as it slid over my fingers. I held it out to him, hilt first. He reached out to grab it and...
"Just kidding." I whispered.
I flipped my sword at the same time as I lifted it up to slash at the man behind me then brought it in a sideswipe at their leader, taking him and another in one blow.
"Wh-" he kept moving his lips but only a gurgling noise came out along with about a gallon of blood; that seems to happen to people who piss me off.
In the next swipe I shoved my sword through the eyehole of the big one's mask and twisted, his weapon dropped to the ground and his heap of a body fell on top of it. Castillo took up the rifle of the man behind us and hit a Biofuel canister next to one of the pig-rig's, which exploded into a raging inferno and took out four soldiers and several pig-rig's.
Another raised his MPAW. I shoved the flat side of my blade into the action and the bolt flipped out when the action slid forward with the first shell. I kicked him and he stumbled back reaching for his LSA, and drew it but with another quick strike it dropped to the floor along with his hand. He bled furiously and stopped moving.
The remaining three began to run; one would've made it to a door but the soldier who stood up for me fired a burst from his rifle and brought him down. I saw the second going for a loading bay door and looked up from it to the matrix of chains, wires and pulleys, following the one from the door to a chain hanging above a flaming pig-rig.
I ran up the hood, shoved my blade into the chain and, bringing my full weight to bear, broke one of the links sending the half-open, 3 ton door plummeting directly down onto the second man with a reverberating thud and crunch.
Now the final soldier, where was he? And where was this Castillo guy who had helped me?
I heard a yell and turned to see that one of the soldiers was bleeding hard from the stump of the hand that I cut off. He was hardly a danger to me so I guess I didn't notice that he was alive earlier.
But he was a danger to Mia, who in her meditative state was helpless against him and her face was pale compared to the bright, shiny blood on the LSA pressed against her cheek.

-Ethan Stone