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===My Story===  
===My Story===  
:A while back I joined some Irish Marines.  I excelled in placing and defusing explosives so the military offered me a chance to be the demo specialist on a covert ops unit.  I accepted.  The years came and went as I fought in undisclosable locations.  Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident.  My team was taken to the Malton border.  My mission was to destroy a train loaded with C4 so that no civilians could get a hold of it.  We mounted up on a jeep and went out, the streets were almost completely deserted, except for a handful of school children.  Our orders were to leave everyone we encountered, but I coudn't leave them.  We stopped to radio for an evac, and one of the girls collapsed on the floor.  Her body attracted some Zs to our position.  I panicked and opened fire.  I put a whole clip into one of them and it didn't slow down.  James got a lucky headshot on one of them.  I yelled for my squad to aim for the head.  Too late.  They were close enough to grab now, the children ran away and I found myself under a pile of corpses.  The next thing I remember was...me, like I was watching myself from a third person view.  I know I mauled many innocent people, I still have nightmares about those people.  Sometimes it was my own men I was attacking, in others I was descending on my mother while she was trapped in corner of my childhood home.  Then one day I had a stroke of luck, someone jabbed me with something sharp while I was hunting in a fancy office building.  Before I reacted my knees buckled and my entire body felt like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together.  I woke up in a sick bay of sorts, with a huge headache.  I had several bullet scars on my body.  I spent many days with a cute nurse, she was using all sorts of medicines to heal me.  When I was able to walk she handed me an old revolver and told me to go to Fort Perryn.  At Perryn, I joined up with an American combat unit who was sent in to reclaim the Fort.  I've spent nearly 7 months in that unit since then.  --[[User:Dunstan Smit|Dunstan]] 02:53, 17 February 2009 (UTC)
:A while back I joined some Irish Marines.  I excelled in placing and defusing explosives so the military offered me a chance to be the demo specialist on a covert ops unit.  I accepted.  The years came and went as I fought in undisclosable locations.  Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident.  My team was taken to the Malton border.  My mission was to destroy a train loaded with C4 so that no civilians could get a hold of it.  We mounted up on a jeep and went out, the streets were almost completely deserted, except for the snow...and a handful of school children.  Our orders were to leave everyone we encountered, but I coudn't leave them.  We stopped to radio for an evac, and one of the girls collapsed on the floor.  Her body attracted some Zs to our position.  I panicked and opened fire.  I put a whole clip into one of them and it didn't slow down.  James got a lucky headshot on one of them.  I yelled for my squad to aim for the head.  Too late.  They were close enough to grab now, the children ran away and I found myself under a pile of corpses.  The next thing I remember was...me, like I was watching myself from a third person view.  I know I mauled many innocent people, I still have nightmares about those people.  Sometimes it was my own men I was attacking, in others I was descending on my mother while she was trapped in corner of my childhood home.  Then one day I had a stroke of luck, someone jabbed me with something sharp while I was hunting in a fancy office building.  Before I reacted my knees buckled and my entire body felt like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together.  I woke up in a sick bay of sorts, with a huge headache.  I had several bullet scars on my body.  I spent many days with a cute nurse, she was using all sorts of medicines to heal me.  When I was able to walk she handed me an old revolver and told me to go to Fort Perryn.  At Perryn, I joined up with an American combat unit who was sent in to reclaim the Fort.  I've spent nearly 7 months in that unit since then.  --[[User:Dunstan Smit|Dunstan]] 02:53, 17 February 2009 (UTC)




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My Story

A while back I joined some Irish Marines. I excelled in placing and defusing explosives so the military offered me a chance to be the demo specialist on a covert ops unit. I accepted. The years came and went as I fought in undisclosable locations. Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident. My team was taken to the Malton border. My mission was to destroy a train loaded with C4 so that no civilians could get a hold of it. We mounted up on a jeep and went out, the streets were almost completely deserted, except for the snow...and a handful of school children. Our orders were to leave everyone we encountered, but I coudn't leave them. We stopped to radio for an evac, and one of the girls collapsed on the floor. Her body attracted some Zs to our position. I panicked and opened fire. I put a whole clip into one of them and it didn't slow down. James got a lucky headshot on one of them. I yelled for my squad to aim for the head. Too late. They were close enough to grab now, the children ran away and I found myself under a pile of corpses. The next thing I remember was...me, like I was watching myself from a third person view. I know I mauled many innocent people, I still have nightmares about those people. Sometimes it was my own men I was attacking, in others I was descending on my mother while she was trapped in corner of my childhood home. Then one day I had a stroke of luck, someone jabbed me with something sharp while I was hunting in a fancy office building. Before I reacted my knees buckled and my entire body felt like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together. I woke up in a sick bay of sorts, with a huge headache. I had several bullet scars on my body. I spent many days with a cute nurse, she was using all sorts of medicines to heal me. When I was able to walk she handed me an old revolver and told me to go to Fort Perryn. At Perryn, I joined up with an American combat unit who was sent in to reclaim the Fort. I've spent nearly 7 months in that unit since then. --Dunstan 02:53, 17 February 2009 (UTC)


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