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Typhoon Xanadu, Rawr.
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Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: United States of America
Posts: 2,566
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I'm most likely going to edit some of your stories and add a bit of Typhoonroxyournon-existantsox.
Edit: Based from Jo's BR story.
Twelve wars had passed since the release of the Armageddon Pistols. Zone had become an infamous galaxy of blood and gore. The release of the Armageddon pistols had sent waves of shock throughout the worlds and changed the tides of war forever, but these still weren't enough to end the continuing death and pain. The speed of the AP's wasn't great enough to deal with large waves of troops streaming in through a small area, and this was becoming the new tactic of battles around the galaxy. Soon, the medical-scientists and engineers had gathered together once again to solve this problem. They had dealt with the last problem well, and were expected to do the same this time around. There was many obstacles to overcome, but the largest was the funding. Sure even if they could gather up the money to buy the resources they still had to find someone that had them.
Months into development of the new weapon they were running low on solid projectiles. Soon, they had found a solution that would help. Plasma! By super-heating the solids in plasma to expand they could increase the size of the projectiles lowering the amount of substance needed. When the projectile hit it would burn, and cool down and shrink at a later time, normally falling out. This increased the area of possibility for fatal infection to do it's work.
Have created a ground breaking new type of ammunition, they were finally ready to start work on the prototype weapon. From this they took ideas from the existing rifles, the power of the kv24, the accuracy of the SMG, and the speed of the prototype kv24's. Thus creating the Plasma rifle. The end result was a weapon no experienced fighter would dare get near.
Having let down soldiers everywhere with this less than powerful weapon they attempted again attempting to solve the problem, improving upon the plasma rifle in every possible way. They increased speed, power, accuracy and lowered the weight, but put a large price tag upon this weapon. At first, few people bought it, realizing it may be another disappointment. After the death toll from this weapon continued to grow, it became apparent that it was a weapon unlike any other. On the icy planes of Iricia the thinner metal on the weapon turned a frozen-blue color that stayed long after the weapon had thawed, thus giving it the title "Blue Rifle".
Edit2:
Revised IXI's story.
Steadily the amount of global disputes were coming to an end, thought not in a good way. Most of the inhabitants of EVERY planet had been eradicated with the release of the Blue Rifle and the AP's. The once immortal soldiers were no longer fighting for their faction, choosing instead to work as soldiers for hire, to whoever valued their safety the most. One by one they each took on a job in the different planets using their skills as assassins and leaders. Players becoming more desperate to survive day by day. At some times it was the embodiment of hell, women and children failing in a futile attempt to survive. Day after day the death count rose, without firing a single weapon thirty people were dying every 10 hours.
In the 12th year of the 34th war a large asteroid was seen hurtling toward Iricia. Many of the inhabitants said it was an escape from the cruel existence they knew. Surely it would hit the frozen landscape and shatter the icy mass that is Iricia, killing all life. Iricia has a thick layer of pollutants surrounding it creating something like an atmosphere. When the asteroid hit this barrier it started to burn up and slowly descend towards earth. It was said to be raining dirt for months, some said it was a higher being seeking retribution for all of the blood that was shed upon the tundra of Iricia. What happened then was most amazing. The dirt and gravel from the asteroid was made of iron, lead, tin, and carbon. Enough to partially replenish the planets resources. Most say it was a message from a higher-being, something along the lines of "I have punished you, and now you will receive a second-chance for I am forgiving." This became known as the Replenishment.
They reformed again, mercenaries settled down and started lives that involved less travel and hassle and soon formed again into nations and factions. People vowed never to destroy their environment again, to stop the senseless war's from devastating this planet and taking their second chance at peace, and in the upcoming months it was a promise that no side would keep...
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