Not told it was their HQ... dude just said were taking you to a building. And i assumed the commies would be attacking you guys so i knew i had the advantage. had no idea that they wouldnt be attacking so the shitfest insued
How about we all talk this out in Teamspeak so we avoid a blowup of comments on here? Ill be in room 18
to answer this quote... i went back to the apartments to get whatever yall left on the ground, and one of my other friends that was afk was there. i told him what happened. then i got geared from my barrell and made my way back. i never saw 20+ people, i literally saw 4 ppl in a field, so i took the chance.
My POV is that, i had kos rights on them because they held me and my friends up and killed all 3 of my friends. They kidnapped me and brought me to that red barn building near where you were. They made me fight some old man and cut MS-13 in my arm. Then they start freaking out because the commies were coming, so they tell me to run. Little did they know, i had a stash nearby with a ghillie suit, and a supressed M4. The character i am playing currently is known for cunning moves and holding grudges. So with them killing my friends, and forcing me to fight, and cutting MS-13 into my arm, i felt the urge to retaliate. I knew i had the advantage because they were already a mess to begin, and i had a ghillie suit. So i decided to make the choice to try to pick them off one by one. I had no idea you guys would be talking with them too. I had a scout overwatching me with binocs that confirmed the identities of the men that killed my buddies. So sat there, waited for the right time, and took a shot at the guys in red. Because that was what they were wearing. Shots start springing off and other shots from the barn start springing off. I was not sure who started shooting after i did, i took a few shots, and flanked over to the east, where another gunfight ensued. I waited around, got the identities of the men in the woods, and i proceeded to attack the men.
With his mom dying from childbirth, and his dad who was murdered by the Mexican Cartels, Jordan lived a struggling and painstaking life trying to survive in the harsh world he lived in. Living in a foster home until he was 18, he never really got the satisfaction of being able to just do nothing. He was always working, trying to put food in his stomach, and buy other things. He knew some people that sold drugs and helped put him on so he could make a little extra money on the side. Throughout the months of selling dope to people, he never really noticed anything same. People are still the same whether they are drug addicts or not. He always had that feeling of someone wanting to rob him. A few people tried in the past, but didnt get away with much. He met some friends throughout his history of selling drugs and they decided that they needed more money. And that these massive businesses shouldn't have all this money. Soon after he was 18, him and some friends decided to start robbing banks. After about 4-5 successful bank robberies, they decided to go big time.
* Ty sits in a chair in some abandoned house, sipping on a glass of whiskey to take the pain away from his gunshot wound *
* He has thought long and hard about what he is going to say *
" Hello, i am reaching out to all my friends, far and wide. "
" I am contacting you today about a proposal, a proposal that could set the course of our lives for good. "
* He takes a sip of his whiskey *
" Most of you know by now that there is a group out there called the PAU. They don't want nothing but pain from others. And they seem to get it quite often "
" I myself have seen their works in the making, and have watched close friends die because of them. "
" It's a never ending malace that must be stopped. I am asking of anyone to come foward, gather our arms and fight this power that wants nothing but to hurt us. "
* He pauses for a moment. Thinking to himself " Will this even work? " *
* He presses the button on his radio again, holding it down *
" If you wish to fight the people that want to harm you, contact me privately "
" But mark my word, this will not be an easy fight. It will takes weeks, maybe months to wipe out the PAU, but it is possible "
* You can hear him slamming his glass of whisky on the table through the radio as he signs off *