Post by Voodoo on Jan 24, 2008 16:13:08 GMT -8
i wrote this up in school for an essay and got 1 point off of a perfect score. this is kind of a Frankenstein of events, i started writing it after the game at sniperz den a little bit ago so i took the idea of the package, altered it a butt load and kinda took on the field as the base of the story. teacher kept a copy to use as example for his future classes on action writing.
Smoke in the air, I reached under my goggles and pulled my ski mask up over my nose. With a resounding thud, my marker dropped to the ground. Knowing that I’d be hit, I tucked the package under my arm. The events of this day in my life emanate throughout my mind.
The first thing that I remembered was that we arrived at the field well before any of the competition. Gearing up, we headed to our teams command tent. Reading the briefing cards, we found out that the objective was to simply take out the enemy command post. The squad to whom I was assigned was to was to flank from behind. Easy enough I thought. My squad took off down the back trail. The entire field was a hill. Years of unmanaged, overgrown underbrush made the trail difficult to pass. Tall trees provided cover from the bearing sun’s heat. Occasionally, the frap of a of a gun shot could be heard. Like sloths, the team moved along the back field toward the enemy’s command post. I noticed about eight creeping down the hillside towards us. Standing still to get a more focused look, made me an easy target for the first shot. I ducked behind a tree, there was nothing much that I could do. The position I was in was uncomfortable, and inconvenient. The battle was a colorful blur to me. When my radio sounded off, the only thing I could do is pay attention and listen, for my team’s sake.
The objective had changed. As the gun fire slowed, I was able to hear the echo of the orders over the radio. This was odd in that I was the only person in my squad to have a radio, and our team had its own private frequency. I peeked out to see why the fire had slowed. Out of the eight men who moved down the hillside, only three remained. Pointing my marker at the three, I told them to show me their identification. Demoralized, I shouted back that they were our own. We had been in a hindering fire fight with our own forces. If this were a night game, I would have had them all tagged with IFF tape, saving us valuable time and ammunition. But without the IFF tape and an Inferred scope, it was pointless. That was beside the point now, the event will still press on. After the nine that were eliminated returned from the respawn point, we discussed the new objective. Changing the objective is never liked by the players, but is tossed in just to mess with us anyway. The new objective was to bring the “Package”, which was nothing more then a heavy, brown, cardboard box to our designated half of the field.
We clawed our way up to the top of the hill where the package was. A battle was already in full swing as we crouched in the wood line. Actually able to see the arm bands of our enemy we picked out more then a few and ran toward the package. Trailing my teammate with the package, I toss a smoke grenade next to a few metal barrels for him to run in. He was much faster then I was. Tossing another smoke grenade next to the already lit one, I slid behind the barrels. I noticed the packed on the ground next to me. The hissing of the smoke grenades was the only thing I could hear. The constant berating of rounds above my head kept me grounded. Smoke was inhibiting my breathing, so I pulled the ski mask up over my nose. The gun in my hand was heavy, so I dropped it on the ground. Ignoring the inevitable, I grab the package, tuck it under my arm, and run. I only needed to make it half way I told myself. The world seemed to move in slow motion as I hurtled over barrels, sand bags, and tree stumps. I look back to see if there was anything going on behind me. A rookie’s mistake. A paint ball caught me on the goggles of my mask. I dropped the package and trucked off of the field. Looking back as the final whistle blew, I could see the package well onto the enemy’s half of the field. We had lost the battle.
what do you guys think? asking the people who really do do this stuff more then i do.
Smoke in the air, I reached under my goggles and pulled my ski mask up over my nose. With a resounding thud, my marker dropped to the ground. Knowing that I’d be hit, I tucked the package under my arm. The events of this day in my life emanate throughout my mind.
The first thing that I remembered was that we arrived at the field well before any of the competition. Gearing up, we headed to our teams command tent. Reading the briefing cards, we found out that the objective was to simply take out the enemy command post. The squad to whom I was assigned was to was to flank from behind. Easy enough I thought. My squad took off down the back trail. The entire field was a hill. Years of unmanaged, overgrown underbrush made the trail difficult to pass. Tall trees provided cover from the bearing sun’s heat. Occasionally, the frap of a of a gun shot could be heard. Like sloths, the team moved along the back field toward the enemy’s command post. I noticed about eight creeping down the hillside towards us. Standing still to get a more focused look, made me an easy target for the first shot. I ducked behind a tree, there was nothing much that I could do. The position I was in was uncomfortable, and inconvenient. The battle was a colorful blur to me. When my radio sounded off, the only thing I could do is pay attention and listen, for my team’s sake.
The objective had changed. As the gun fire slowed, I was able to hear the echo of the orders over the radio. This was odd in that I was the only person in my squad to have a radio, and our team had its own private frequency. I peeked out to see why the fire had slowed. Out of the eight men who moved down the hillside, only three remained. Pointing my marker at the three, I told them to show me their identification. Demoralized, I shouted back that they were our own. We had been in a hindering fire fight with our own forces. If this were a night game, I would have had them all tagged with IFF tape, saving us valuable time and ammunition. But without the IFF tape and an Inferred scope, it was pointless. That was beside the point now, the event will still press on. After the nine that were eliminated returned from the respawn point, we discussed the new objective. Changing the objective is never liked by the players, but is tossed in just to mess with us anyway. The new objective was to bring the “Package”, which was nothing more then a heavy, brown, cardboard box to our designated half of the field.
We clawed our way up to the top of the hill where the package was. A battle was already in full swing as we crouched in the wood line. Actually able to see the arm bands of our enemy we picked out more then a few and ran toward the package. Trailing my teammate with the package, I toss a smoke grenade next to a few metal barrels for him to run in. He was much faster then I was. Tossing another smoke grenade next to the already lit one, I slid behind the barrels. I noticed the packed on the ground next to me. The hissing of the smoke grenades was the only thing I could hear. The constant berating of rounds above my head kept me grounded. Smoke was inhibiting my breathing, so I pulled the ski mask up over my nose. The gun in my hand was heavy, so I dropped it on the ground. Ignoring the inevitable, I grab the package, tuck it under my arm, and run. I only needed to make it half way I told myself. The world seemed to move in slow motion as I hurtled over barrels, sand bags, and tree stumps. I look back to see if there was anything going on behind me. A rookie’s mistake. A paint ball caught me on the goggles of my mask. I dropped the package and trucked off of the field. Looking back as the final whistle blew, I could see the package well onto the enemy’s half of the field. We had lost the battle.
what do you guys think? asking the people who really do do this stuff more then i do.