Murcielago Neox

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You should make one for munitorium and Curia as well lol

Gay is an adjective so you don't need "a" before it.

^ where did his face go? < has many faces v has not seen all of my faces

This was quoted during a stage 6 armatura exam thingy [17:25] Corsi Mousehold: They will be assisting for Phase Six. This is live combat. So before you are brought all the way into the Ordo, you have the chance at killing a few of it's members. and this was a random dispatchment of a greifer....and some frientdly units, but it was a necessary sacrifice. Good work Cheese, good work. [17:39] Cheeso Szydlowska: I REGRET NOTHING [17:39] ShadowFang Blessed: cheeso [17:39] ShadowFang Blessed: i think your in trouble >_> [17:39] Cheeso Szydlowska: Probably [17:39] Cheeso Szydlowska: I DID catch 2 friendlies in there [17:39] Tokeli Zabelin: I'M TELLING ARYTE. [17:39] Cheeso Szydlowska: and a civi or two [17:39] Zen Rothstein: Cheeso you cunt [17:39] Cheeso Szydlowska: and Keno [17:39] Typhon Perun: I think Aryte already knows. [17:39] Anlysia Gregoire: I'd suggest a regular gun next time. [17:39] Cheeso Szydlowska: I didn't want to risk missing [17:39] Anlysia Gregoire: But Keno should know better. [17:40] Tokeli Zabelin: Dammit. [17:40] Keno Pontoppidan: What the fuck [17:40] ShadowFang Blessed: quoated [17:40] Keno Pontoppidan: It wasn't me that was naked [17:40] Keno Pontoppidan: piss off [17:40] Tokeli Zabelin: Why did yougive Cheeso an excuse to blow things up. [17:40] Cheeso Szydlowska: BLAST RADIUS

btw, any comments or criticisms are welcome and encouraged

^ is Cheeso in disguise < wonders which context "job" is being used in. >Does not exist v has heard someone reply "In-YOUR-endo" when they are asked what an innuendo is.

It started as nothing more than an interview. A letter addressed to a Mr. Tjarro, indicating that I was to be interviewed at Landon’s, a nearby restaurant about a job for the government. I was eager, fresh out of College and optimistic about my opportunity. The interview, if you could call it one, was brief; three questions were asked: Are you KC Tjarro? Did you major in Bio-genetics? When are you next available? Such a short process, I had feared I was doomed to rejection, that perhaps I had been mistaken for another. And yet the next day three men arrived on my doorstep. They asked no questions, simply told me to go with them, and put me in their car. I was hired, or rather assigned, to be head of a government project. It was a Research and Development project and I was offered three checks: One for accepting, one for when I produced my first results, and one for when the project was finished. I had previously been unaware that so many zeros could fit on a check, and with little thought I accepted the job regardless of the core feeling in my gut that had I refused I would have been forced in some way into this mess. Three weeks later I was flown to Arizona, the exact location I dare not divulge. It started out well; I was the boss, the big man, with over three hundred underlings, all like me: fresh form school and hopeful. On December 3, 2003 we began our work on project REGEN. We had three volunteer subjects, four thousand species of animal in reserve for study, and all the time in the world. On January 18, 2004 we isolated over thirty chemicals that we could use in our project, substances that when present in an animal allowed them to regenerate lost or dead tissue at a rate superior to a human’s ability. We began with an agent found in Hyenas, processed it, studied it, and produced a serum that we affectionately called CURE-01. We chose one of the subjects, a man named Erdno Szoro, and he was happy to be the first person to undergo what would soon be the end of our government project, and the beginning of what was once considered the future. On that sunny morning of February the third, in the year 2004, all our lives changed. I stood before a vast array of monitors, scientists and analysts, gazing in a mix of hope and anxiety at Erdno Szoro, or what he later was called Subject 001-T of project REGEN. He looked calm, hopeful, and exited as he lay on the table, disregarding the fact that he was being restrained, he had to be still after all, considering the machinery we were using had to be precise. The room was cleared of all personnel and he was left alone as the lights came on and I pressed the button which engaged the intercom system. “We’re ready to begin Ed, just relax.” I told him, unaware of the hell that would ensue. He gave me a smile and an attempt at a thumbs-up, which failed due to the restraint of his wrist. I nodded and smiled for what would be the last time for god only knows how long. I signaled to the man on my right and he input the execution code for the first stage. Eleven people, including myself watched as a mechanical arm swerved into view, positioning itself over Ed and halting as once again I used the intercom. “This will sting a little but remain as still as you can. Another nod from Ed. I nodded and signaled once more to the man to my right. The arm then fired a laser which connected with Ed’s right arm, the discomfort on his face was plain and I remember wincing a bit as I watched the beam slide across his bicep, severing flesh and tissue with such precision that there was almost no blood. “We’re beginning stage two.” I told Ed. He did not nod. Another signal and a separate arm swerved into view and promptly injected Ed with CURE-01. He seemed to flinch and his breathing, which had already begun to quicken, now turned into a light panting. We waited exactly thirteen seconds before the monitors began to spew data. Three analysts immediately began crunching numbers and another reported what was happening, a redundant convenience since everyone was staring as the wound on Ed’s arm began to lighten, sealing almost instantly before our eyes. My excitement welled and I was about to relay the good news to Ed before another report came through. “Sir, there’s an unusual rise in subject’s blood pressure.” Insignificant, expected, nothing really worth reporting….or so I thought. “Current pulse is at 56 over 80.” Very important. I was about to ask what was going on before another monitor caught my eye, Ed’s cells under a micro camera, the cells were still multiplying, but outside of where the tissue ended. I looked to Ed and noticed he was twitching, heard his scream, watched as some gross, obscene formation crawled along his arm, coating it, surrounding tissue and spreading along his arm, now beginning to cover his chest. He began to scream as his face began to deform, shouting started among the scientists around me as I stared, too astonished to speak as his face elongated and bulged out, the gross plating covering him like the husk of an insect. The snap of his restraints made me take an involuntary step back. The animalistic roar of pain forced yet another, and the sight of a tail snaking out from behind Ed made my jaw drop. I watched as Ed turned into some unrecognizable creature, some features of the hyena were seen, but the skin was instead the hard, plate-like formation. I heard the snap of muscle and sinew as Ed tore away from the table and barreled through several feet of concrete wall and vanished from sight. I stayed motionless, dumbfounded as several people rushed past me out into the hallways, heard their screams as subject 001-T killed them, snapping them like sticks and then crashed through yet another wall. Three hours later, it was reported that subject 001-T had gotten out of the facility, thirteen witnesses were counted and I let the Head of Security rap out orders to retrieve said witnesses. Listened as twenty-three casualties were reported, and the news that subject 001-T had been retrieved and was now in containment, one that had previously been used for the Bovine materials and storage for some documents regarding some abnormalities in a previously discarded serum. I personally filed the report to the US government stating that the project was being terminated, had it sent, and then called a meeting of every Head of every department in project REGEN. Three hours later, it was agreed that we would make a subtle and secret change in some funding programs for the project and we looked to one another with emotionless determination as we left to carry out our jobs. I remember going to my office and working on the paperwork for the start of project KAIRO, and spent the better part of thirteen hours thinking on what we had done. This was beyond any law we could imagine. We had, with the best intentions, done the most horrible thing we had yet experienced. We WOULD find out what we had done wrong. We WOULD atone for the monstrosity we had created. We WOULD create the cure; the one thing we all believed would make everything better. What we did not know was that almost every one of us would die. The two remaining volunteer subjects were released without explanation. Some of my closest friends that I had made since the beginning of our operation made some calls and we successfully routed materials and funds for our plans to our facility.

I live in upstate NY lol. Gets old when people find out I'm from New york and immediately assume I mean NYC.

Hello Kryo

I'm not sure what to say, lol XD

I know there are the obvious tactical differences in the different weapons, but being new I've had some difficulty in choosing what weapon I need to use in different situations, especialy with the limited weapons I have. Please post any notes or tactics you think are useful, I'll post some things I've noticed. Schola Carbine: Not really as useless as it seems. While inferior in several situations. I've found that during the initial attack of a large number of enemies when lag comes up and bullets begin to become ineffective due to physics lag, switching to the Schola carbine seems to somewhat help get past physics lag. I noticed this when I was at the sniper tower and my Occi was not getting through when several hostiles showed up. I switched to the carbine and sucessfully sniped a couple hostiles. Occi vs SCAR: While there is the obvious difference in reload time, I noticed that the Occi has a wider spread of rounds than the SCAR when in automatic. (or at least it seemed that way, I have yet to actually document or record the spreads) and found that when firing on an enemy that moves alot, the Occis spread fire helps snag them during their fancy dodges and flips. The SCAR however seemed a better sniper weapon, even in automatic mode. If I missed anything or you have your own comments please feel free to post them.

Understood, thank you for the clarification.

Not even at the entrance?

That's exactly what I was referring to, a det pack a few meters in from the entrance on our end.

Again, thank you for your warm welcome. Also if you noticed my sig you know I'm going to japan thisa friday so if you have any travel advice or just generic comments please feel free to share them.

I've noticed that the tunnel is popular in use during large engagements or in attacks including individuals whom frequently attack Ordo. And I wished to ask if we were allowed to place a satchel a few meters inside the tunnel from our end prior to the engagement or upon contact and use it if the attacker or attackers clustered at the tunnel. I figured we could perhaps use this in lag situations as well such as yesterday's lagfest where they came out of the tunnel and our bullets stopped before hitting them, a det pakc may have lessened the severity of their attack and saved alot of bullets. Was just curious if this was allowed, over and out. sincerely, Murcielago Neox a.k.a. "Pantera de la cazadora"

Thank all of you ^^

um...thanks Ron, I'll keep that in mind?

Recently accapted into Ordo and graduated from Schola, it is an honor to be a part of the group.