Ahhh okay. Thanks for helping me clear that up.
And yeah that'd be fine.
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Which ISA are we talking about here?
the American intelligence unit?
or the Israeli internal security force?
the American intelligence unit?
or the Israeli internal security force?
Stupid RPGuild, did weird things to this post...
Here's an example.
When I last did this RP. One of the characters had Specops training, paramilitary and mercenary background.
Another example in the game this takes alot of inspiration from, one of the characters was former IRA and a former prisoner.
I can honestly tell you, my character is going to be a former JTF2 operative who had been working paramilitary security in Rwanda up until now.
Does that answer your question?
When I last did this RP. One of the characters had Specops training, paramilitary and mercenary background.
Another example in the game this takes alot of inspiration from, one of the characters was former IRA and a former prisoner.
I can honestly tell you, my character is going to be a former JTF2 operative who had been working paramilitary security in Rwanda up until now.
Does that answer your question?
You get to choose the pistol. But only a pistol, and a melee weapon. You don't have room to take any rifles or shotguns in with you. But seeing the country is in upheaval you can pick up something like that there.
The pistol can be a modern M9 or a slightly older M1911. All up to you.
And the melee weapon can be anything from the good old K-Bar knife, to a forged 2 foot short sword or even a tomahawk. Just remember, that's all you're going in with at the moment.
And it might be days, or weeks before you might get your hands on something like an AK47. If you're lucky you may find a F2000 or a SCAR.
It's all possible, though the newer guns will be very rare. The older the weapon, the more common. You are more likely to see crappy FNFALs and AK74 carbines over M16s or QBZ95s
The pistol can be a modern M9 or a slightly older M1911. All up to you.
And the melee weapon can be anything from the good old K-Bar knife, to a forged 2 foot short sword or even a tomahawk. Just remember, that's all you're going in with at the moment.
And it might be days, or weeks before you might get your hands on something like an AK47. If you're lucky you may find a F2000 or a SCAR.
It's all possible, though the newer guns will be very rare. The older the weapon, the more common. You are more likely to see crappy FNFALs and AK74 carbines over M16s or QBZ95s
A divided South African country. Two warring factions, both alike in ideal, but both very much unable to adapt and compromise. Both willing to fight, and to die for their idea of a free country. But neither willing to give it to the other side. Both armed, both with men willing to see it through, but none of them willing to kill their neighbours.
International mercenaries. Hundreds, thousands of them. All looking for money, all of them hard, steel tough and cold hearted. They are willing to kill where the natives aren't. They can pick up the rifles and guns to kill the other side. All they want is the money they are promised. They don't care about ideals or about beliefs. Just money.
A shadowy, stealthy black marketeer. A man who seems to have his hands on every weapon in the country. He's supplied guns to both sides, and to the last remnants of the African Army that is holed up in the country. Everyone says he's the cause of the battles. Is he?
You, you are former military, or former police. It doesn't matter. You've been drifting for awhile now. But your government has found you, and offered you a deal. For any past crimes, you'll be forgiven. And for a large sum of money, atleast half a billion of your countries currency, you will be supplied with a pistol, a map, a melee weapon, and your perfered means of infiltration into the country. Your mission? Kill the black Marketeer known as the Scorpion and either destabiliize the country enough for fighting to break out and outside forces to have the reason to move in, or stop the war entirely.
Upon completion of your missions, you will be extracted, to the country of your choice, and the money wired into the account of your choosing.
Good luck.
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So yes this is heavily inspired by FarCry 2, don't like that, then hit that back button.
For the rest of you, show your interest here.
International mercenaries. Hundreds, thousands of them. All looking for money, all of them hard, steel tough and cold hearted. They are willing to kill where the natives aren't. They can pick up the rifles and guns to kill the other side. All they want is the money they are promised. They don't care about ideals or about beliefs. Just money.
A shadowy, stealthy black marketeer. A man who seems to have his hands on every weapon in the country. He's supplied guns to both sides, and to the last remnants of the African Army that is holed up in the country. Everyone says he's the cause of the battles. Is he?
You, you are former military, or former police. It doesn't matter. You've been drifting for awhile now. But your government has found you, and offered you a deal. For any past crimes, you'll be forgiven. And for a large sum of money, atleast half a billion of your countries currency, you will be supplied with a pistol, a map, a melee weapon, and your perfered means of infiltration into the country. Your mission? Kill the black Marketeer known as the Scorpion and either destabiliize the country enough for fighting to break out and outside forces to have the reason to move in, or stop the war entirely.
Upon completion of your missions, you will be extracted, to the country of your choice, and the money wired into the account of your choosing.
Good luck.
------
So yes this is heavily inspired by FarCry 2, don't like that, then hit that back button.
For the rest of you, show your interest here.
Victor followed Natalie up the wire swinging over to the pilot's side. Slamming his fist up into the underside of the man's chin, cracking his visor. The big man then grabbed the pilot's head in one big hand. Pulling him out, and hanging on the skid with him. He knew by then that Natalie had control of the heli. He grinned at the pilot who is only holding on by the strap in his helmet. Victor grins down at him, "Quite a turn around huh shit-head?" He let the man hang abit then with a rough twist, broke the man's neck. The strength of the massive man being something to behold. Victor laughed darkly then let the body drop, the man is still alive, but he wouldn't be swimming. He'd drown. Not that bad a thing really.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
Victor followed Natalie up the wire swinging over to the pilot's side. Slamming his fist up into the underside of the man's chin, cracking his visor. The big man then grabbed the pilot's head in one big hand. Pulling him out, and hanging on the skid with him. He knew by then that Natalie had control of the heli. He grinned at the pilot who is only holding on by the strap in his helmet. Victor grins down at him, "Quite a turn around huh shit-head?" He let the man hang abit then with a rough twist, broke the man's neck. The strength of the massive man being something to behold. Victor laughed darkly then let the body drop, the man is still alive, but he wouldn't be swimming. He'd drown. Not that bad a thing really.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
Victor followed Natalie up the wire swinging over to the pilot's side. Slamming his fist up into the underside of the man's chin, cracking his visor. The big man then grabbed the pilot's head in one big hand. Pulling him out, and hanging on the skid with him. He knew by then that Natalie had control of the heli. He grinned at the pilot who is only holding on by the strap in his helmet. Victor grins down at him, "Quite a turn around huh shit-head?" He let the man hang abit then with a rough twist, broke the man's neck. The strength of the massive man being something to behold. Victor laughed darkly then let the body drop, the man is still alive, but he wouldn't be swimming. He'd drown. Not that bad a thing really.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
Lords above and below, I'm sorry it took so long. I didn't mean to take so long to post.
I battled through the writers block to bring you as good a post as I could.
I battled through the writers block to bring you as good a post as I could.
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