its true though. you've been gone for a bit
the chats full and hard to read the info
but it also makes them FULL 🤢
why delete em? it makes the message wall unique
Why don't you go and delete the posts in between history and after you do that I will continue, Noah.
heh, yeah. and now mario.
I've been working on mine for like 2 years already and I'm not even really a 3rd done
thats true. Things like books are hard to stay commited too if you're not fully into the process
Everyone who says they are going to commit to a long-term project on here never actually does. Look no further than Nathaniel. Disappeared without a trace and never finished his story. Or Matt. Same thing. JJason just gave up on THOBM2, and through it all, I have been writing a story on MCC as a response to a question someone asked half a decade ago. She’s gone inactive long since, but through it all, I’ve persevered and kept up a story I never said I would commit to. I’m not trying to brag, but other than a pause in my personal life to take time to write a different story, I’ve kept up my commitment of writing consistently. Not bragging, but if I can do it this easily, why is no one else? Please, somebody come and prove me wrong.
I'm not kidding im mad at him
hey don't get started Angel and JJ😑 I know you both love each other but please not here🙄
Who invited the jerk *glares at JJ *
as soon as I get my computer again I'll post more
Vatz wiped sweat from his eyes, cleared his throat, and spoke into the tiny voice-activated boom mike at his lips: "Victor 6, this is Vortex, over?"
His voice had cracked. Calm down. They just had to get out of here. That was it. But now their exfiltration had gone out the window. No bird to swoop in, land on a rooftop helipad, and whisk them to safety. No nothing.
A black rose of smoke backlit by fire bloomed across the intersection, driven by wind thick with the stench of cordite.
With a sudden lurch, the fifty-ton tank rumbled closer, its 152mm smoothbore main gun swiveling menacingly, tracks grinding over the bodies of the rifle squad-the tanks first victims-who'd been hit as they'd dismounted from one of the Strykers.
"He's coming around! Everybody get-"
Team Sergeant Nathan Vatz never finished his sentence. The Russian T-100 main battle tank on the opposite end of the intersection finished it for him. Vatz slammed onto his gut, sliding across the rain-slick pavement as the office building fifty meters ahead exploded with a thunderous boom.
Shards of concrete, glass, and mangled metal arced into the cold night and fell in a hailstorm on the blackened remains of the HMMWV's and a pair of eight-wheeled Stryker infantry combat vehicles, behind which Vatz's special forces team had taken cover.
You know what? I'm too impatient
Once people join this group, i will type out the first chapter.
