Players:malek04,dvoloshin

Now,all people start!Here's what's going on:You have just fired a weapon called Project D.A.R.K.M.A.T.T.E.R.,and it was succesful.Maybe too succesful.Now aliens named Radians took it as an act of war where the climate change rapidly and it's causing them get mad because it's been harsh for them.You have to do something to keep people safe,so what do you do,negotiat or fight back?

"This is in America. And in America we don't take kindly to threats from outsiders. IT IS WAR WITH YOU. MAY THE GODS LOOK KINDLY UPON YOU BECAUSE AMERICA WILL NOT YOU ALIEN B*******."

Mooney grabbed his semi automatic sniper rifle and slung it over his back.

"Now who is with me. I don't care how many of you come but lives are at stake and ill protect as many as I possibly can."

"Now who is with me. I don't care how many of you come but lives are at stake and ill protect as many as I possibly can".

It was music to Brian's ears. "I'm with you!" he screamed. "Let's tear these aliens apart!"

He grabbed his Milkor MGL from it's locker, and filled both the weapon and his bandolier. While walking to his brother in arms, he grabbed some clips of ammo for his M9 as well, and joined the other soldier at the front of the military garage.

All the others just looked stunned, as if there was no hope of defeating this alien threat.

"C'mon guys we have to do something. seriously this is our country, our planet, our galaxy even. We have to atleast try."

Mooney looked at the group. Most of them young.

'None of them have even seen combat. What are you doing leading them to their deaths.'

"Well fine if none of you will come then i guess it is just an army of two then now isn't it."

"Lazy bunch of good for nothing..." Brian mutters as the two step out of the military garage. "So this is what it comes down to, when the planet is at stake. Me and some Mexican. Just great".

Mexican? I could've sworn he was Cuban.. ahh, what's the difference anyways. I could walk from Mexico to Cuba. Or was it swim..?

The Mexican, or whatever he is, doesn't look to pleased about the comment. Trying to change the subject, Brian says "Okay, we need to find someway to hit these alien freaks where it hurts. We'll need a lot more then simple explosives and bullets. Maybe energy weapons?"

After pondering for a bit, he murmurs "I'm thinking..." he smiles "those government scientists down at the D.A.R.K.M.A.T.T.E.R. Control Room have something for everyone".

I preffer to be called a cigar roller if you don't mind." Monney said in a sarcastic voice before nodding in agreement. "ALthough i love my sniper we need something more powerful lets get moving."

"Okay, we'll need to go down 50 floors to the sub basement, where all the scientists and their fancy gadgets are stored". Brian smiles "Yes, the scientists are stored too. They barely ever go out, and they're frail and sickly. No problem commandeering some weapons for the greater good, right?".

He eyed the elevator building which went straight down to the basement. He couldn't really see the elevator, since it was obsured by the hulking frame of two security guards, but he knew that somewhere behind that mass of muscle and killer instinct were the elevator doors.

"Alright look, there's no way those guys are gonna let us down after the stunt we pulled back in the garage. We're not exactly security clearence material either... what we need is either a distraction, or a disguise".

Brian chuckles. "Any thoughts, my cigar rolling friend? And don't worry about that sniper rifle. As I said, the guys down below have something for everyone".

Someone comes behind following them, it was an american army member wit a gun the size of a man's arm, in all length, width, and height. What do you do?

"Well it looks like someone is over compensating isnt he?" Mooney whispered to his new found friend. "I mean really that thing cud take this whole base out with one blow."

"Watch where you point that thing cowboy! It's lucky you're on our side" Brian said. However, he still wasn't sure who's side this guy was really on; humans who want to fight the aliens, or humans who want to get blown up.

Unknown guy starts to speak, "My name is John, John Hickler. My life if you want to know was boring, so I wanted to join the army for some excitement. Heres a map I have that could help you guys.":


"May I join your team?"

We'd be glad to have you John! Now, could you possibly use your map to tell us where we are?

"Thanks, if I'm correct we're in the middle of the Sahara Desert. Where we are in the desert is around Northern Niger, and where we're suppose to go is around Madagascar. And the reason was because we're around a place with people,(even though we're in the desert) enemies who come near the base like spies woudn't expect a science base to be far away from it's military base.
So well we better start moving before night comes. We're going to have to go through the desert. When you find some fat guy with brownish red hair and an Italian accent. I'll leave you with my swords, to me swords are my life, they're alot better than guns. That man will take you to a dock to Madagascar. Now who's got the water, food, and supplies?",and struts off, turns around and says" aren't you coming?", suddenly Brian goes ballistic. He falls down the army stadium stairs. Mooney and John run down to help, but too late. Brian falls into a sand machine and turns into sand. Unable to put himself together, (like Sandman) he was considered dead.