Twiddilywink's Story

twiddilywink · 04-25-2008, 11:04 PM

“I’m hit!” That was the only thing that was running through my head at the time. I couldn’t focus and I knew this was going to be the end of me.

It started out like this. I was new to the army, a recruit coming in from a small town in the U.S. I didn’t know anyone, but luckily I wouldn’t see much action since my squad was stationed in a snowy town off of Europe. It was a grave time.

We constantly just sat around all day since we were the 17th. The 17th was just the squad that they put most of the misfits or the people forced into the war because of a family trust or because of a mental issue. Luckily, I was just stationed there because I had to fill a member there who died from boredom, or at least they say.

There was Frank, but we called him Djinn since he could fit into the smallest of places. He was short, but I’ve come to like him since we were both smaller and were always pushed around. The big guy who was supposed to be our leader was named Doug, but again, he had a nickname that he went by which was Chili since that was the only thing he ate. He wouldn’t work but they say he was supposed to be one of the best soldiers until he lost his brother and went into mental overload. One of the members who were here on a family trust fund was Timothy, who we called Princey since he was supposed to have some royalty back in Europe. The comedian guy who always tried to cheer us up was Harry, who was known as Badger for some reason. The last guy was named Umbra since he was a tall African, but nobody really knew his name. I was named Twiddilywink since I grew up on the game and it was a present I received when I first entered the army, which was before the PAC killed my parents on a raid. That was why I was here.

“Why was I stationed in such a dump!” complained Princey as he walked through our camp. Our station was a dump I had to admit. We never decided to set up any defense if we were attacked since the PAC weren’t even interested in the place or anywhere around it. Only reason why it was an outpost was because it was the main entrance to a huge city, but why travel by land when choppers are three times as fast and are stealthier?

“Why don’t you just go back to your mansion and have a doughnut?” said Chili while he was cooking himself some more food.

“Just shut up you overgrown monkey! I would love to leave but I haven’t served three years yet! Once I do, I’ll be out of here quicker than a vulture that smelt what you were cooking up.”

“Guys!” screamed Djinn, “knock it off, we all don’t want to be here, but we decided to serve our country so that is why we are here.”

My squad mates never got along and I bet they never will. The only other one than Djinn that I don’t mind is Umbra since he never talked. Life at our place really sucked.

For the next couple weeks it was the same, six months was like this, but then it changed.

At first all it sounded like was one of Chili’s farts, but then it got louder and started rumble the ground. “Hey what’s going on?” asked Princey with a concerned look on his face.

“Sounds like armor…” that was Umbra. “I’m certain about that; I have heard it too many times.”

“Nobody’s armor is that heavy. It must be a pretty fat guy.” exclaimed Badger as he walked out of his tent still half asleep.

“Don’t be stupid. I think we might finally see our first action boys,” said Umbra heading towards camp from under his tree. He walked into our main office and went to our boxes we never seemed to open. “Where is a crowbar?”

“Catch,” I said as I threw him a bar to pry open the boxes. I would have never guessed what was in them. It was like a whole entire arsenal for a whole army if I hadn’t thought better. “Why do we need all that?”

“Why else do you think you joined the army?” asked Chili as he popped a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and headed towards the supply crates. “Let’s see what we have.” Princey walked in with a nervously and looked at the equipment.

“Why did you guys open that? We were told to only open them if we were seeing combat...”

“Guys get your equipment on and let’s head out. I hope you all remember what you trained to be in boot camp. Princey, Djinn, and Twiddilywink, you guys are our medics. Badger, your our engineer. Now please don’t go and get us killed. Umbra, I hope you know how to use this, but you are our sniper. I’ll grab the support and let’s hope we can stop them.”

“Rodger!” we all said reaching in to get our equipment. Everyone got there stuff and headed out, but once I reached in, there was only a small box that said “To Twidds, Love Mom and Dad.”

“Oh, look what the baby got!” said Princey as he grabbed the box from me. “Oh look! It’s a special gun, for a special person! HA!”

“Just give it to me and get geared up Timothy!” I said while ripping it back. I was nervous when I opened it, half expecting to get some kind of childish toy, but I would never of guessed what I saw: Dear Twidds, we have just saw the first signs of the PAC, your father was captured but returned saying they are heading your way. We are worried that they are going to take us so we give you this. It is a new kind of gun your father built while he was working as an engineer for the army. It’s a STY-1200. I hope you can use it for your best interest. Love Mom. The gun was the most beautiful kind of machinery I ever saw.

“Get out here right now Twiddilywink! They’re getting closer! I just talked to the commander and he said he will be sending us airdrops but it will take a while. Get out here soldier right now!” yelled Chili as I heard everyone setting up their gear and a perimeter.

“Sir, the mines are set on the main road and are ready to go. I saw Umbra head out and get into cover and he just reported in that he sees around 10 tanks, 3 transports, 1 attack chopper, an APC, and about 50 infantry soldiers!” reported in Badger as he got in cover with his AA and AT guns mounted and stationed for attack. Next, Princey came running in with still looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Sir, our airdrops came but there was a surprise in it. They sent a soldier with us who looks like he is half asleep and is drunk. On his badge it says something like HotJuicyBurger. What should we do with him?”

“Well gear him up and ship him out! We need another soldier! Set him up as engineer, but give him a medical hub with anti-alcoholic patches in it, also, he can have some medical gear because there is never enough medics on the field” yelled Chili because obviously he was stressed out.

“THEY’RE HERE!” yelled badger as he shot his first rocket at a transport. Clean hit and it was down. It felt as if every time you took out one of them, two more would come in and fill that space. The tanks were now coming and as the first round was fired, it felt as if the whole world stopped. I saw the huge caliber round coming at me but then I tried something I didn’t think would work, but it was worth a try. I shot my gun at the cannon and on contact, a huge explosion occurred. I probably saved our whole squad, but we lost the one drunken guy who came in. I felt pity for the man considering he just came, but then we never even exchanged a word. It’s better to leave the dead silent.

“That was a nice shot Twidds!” said Chili as he fell in behind me killing two PAC soldiers both hurdling the wall. “Never knew that could happen, but at least it saved us! Badger!”

“Yes, sir?” reported Badger with smoke covering most of his face.

“What are you doing soldier?”

“Well, I am trying to….”

“Rhetorical question, now get in that AA and take out that thrice accursed gunship! Its getting close and I think it has a gunner ready to shoot us!”

“Rodger, sorry sir,”
“Umbra, report in,” called Chili through the com link in the helmets.

“Not good sir. It looks like the tank are within 200 meters and it looks like they are going to start striking on sync like an artillery strike.”

“A what?” asked Princey who finally spoke up since the start of the PAC attack.

“Well, I was playing this game a while ago called Battlefield 2. Instead of what we think of as an orbital strike, they call it an artillery strike.”

“Well that game was made in 2005, for all we know, that’s a load of crap. Now go out there and help Umbra because I think he is getting hit.”

“Rodger, sorry sir.”

The fight went on for some time longer. Umbra kept reporting in like “an eye in the sky” and kept us posted while we fought up close. I can’t even count all of the soldiers I had to melee or stab when they got close. It was a bloody day on this freshly snowed battlefield. It was worse than any dream. That was when it happened. I let my guard down. I went up to kill an enemy soldier when my gun ran out of ammo. As I reached for a clip from my supply belt, a stray bullet from a tanks gunner, (who was probably aiming for Badger since he was locked on with his AT gun) hit me square under the ear. As I was blacking out, all I could see was Princey’s horrified face as I lost a severe amount of blood, resulting in a black out. Princey was crying and sobbing since he was never accustomed to blood, or as we teased him “buh-lud”.

twiddilywink · 04-25-2008, 11:19 PM

Okay i updated it. I'll type some more tomarrow probably.

jonathanshifty · 04-25-2008, 11:35 PM

cool good story keep going. i love all these stories people are making up. we should think about making a movie

Towuaway2 · 04-25-2008, 11:52 PM

onderful! Awesome! Keep em coming!

**xrisonfire08** · 04-26-2008, 11:08 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by jonathanshifty

we should think about making a movie

Oh yea. Some TG 2142 machinima would be awesome. I'd help, if I knew how.

sights · 04-26-2008, 01:01 PM

Well, we could arrange a meeting between TG members, and "plot" a script, and then play by it.

Like if it was written in the story : " I hid behind a building from the towering scrap of metal PAC uses for a walker " , we should film the scene with FRAPS with the Twiddily hiding behind a building from the PAC walker

What do you guys think?Can it be done?

Towuaway2 · 04-26-2008, 01:19 PM

hmm not a half bad idea. Get a private server temporarily. And then mane use battle recorder. Have a nice story to it. Also we are going to need a lot of ppl playing all the roles, which is mostly enemy soldiers. If we actually do this, I'm sure it will be very nice!

twiddilywink · 04-26-2008, 03:17 PM

If you guys want, we could see if joller and towuaway and i want to all work together since we were the story writers and we could make a resonable script i think. We could use TS for writing it and for the sounds in the movie. We could ask Lyra if we could put it on his utube account because then it would be like a legendary movie lol

sights · 04-26-2008, 03:54 PM

Yeaaaaah, and thanks, SIGHTS , for the awesome idea rework

Vinman13 · 04-26-2008, 04:02 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by jonathanshifty

cool good story keep going. i love all these stories people are making up. we should think about making a movie

Ya we should definatly make a movie that would be sweet

**brain21** · 04-26-2008, 04:33 PM

Dude, a movie would just be plain old EPIC. I could edit it for you guys.

Towuaway2 · 04-27-2008, 08:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by twiddilywink

If you guys want, we could see if joller and towuaway and i want to all work together since we were the story writers and we could make a resonable script i think. We could use TS for writing it and for the sounds in the movie. We could ask Lyra if we could put it on his utube account because then it would be like a legendary movie lol

hell ya
that is great lol

04-25-2008, 11:04 PM	#1 (permalink)
twiddilywink Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 214	Twiddilywink's Story “I’m hit!” That was the only thing that was running through my head at the time. I couldn’t focus and I knew this was going to be the end of me. It started out like this. I was new to the army, a recruit coming in from a small town in the U.S. I didn’t know anyone, but luckily I wouldn’t see much action since my squad was stationed in a snowy town off of Europe. It was a grave time. We constantly just sat around all day since we were the 17th. The 17th was just the squad that they put most of the misfits or the people forced into the war because of a family trust or because of a mental issue. Luckily, I was just stationed there because I had to fill a member there who died from boredom, or at least they say. There was Frank, but we called him Djinn since he could fit into the smallest of places. He was short, but I’ve come to like him since we were both smaller and were always pushed around. The big guy who was supposed to be our leader was named Doug, but again, he had a nickname that he went by which was Chili since that was the only thing he ate. He wouldn’t work but they say he was supposed to be one of the best soldiers until he lost his brother and went into mental overload. One of the members who were here on a family trust fund was Timothy, who we called Princey since he was supposed to have some royalty back in Europe. The comedian guy who always tried to cheer us up was Harry, who was known as Badger for some reason. The last guy was named Umbra since he was a tall African, but nobody really knew his name. I was named Twiddilywink since I grew up on the game and it was a present I received when I first entered the army, which was before the PAC killed my parents on a raid. That was why I was here. “Why was I stationed in such a dump!” complained Princey as he walked through our camp. Our station was a dump I had to admit. We never decided to set up any defense if we were attacked since the PAC weren’t even interested in the place or anywhere around it. Only reason why it was an outpost was because it was the main entrance to a huge city, but why travel by land when choppers are three times as fast and are stealthier? “Why don’t you just go back to your mansion and have a doughnut?” said Chili while he was cooking himself some more food. “Just shut up you overgrown monkey! I would love to leave but I haven’t served three years yet! Once I do, I’ll be out of here quicker than a vulture that smelt what you were cooking up.” “Guys!” screamed Djinn, “knock it off, we all don’t want to be here, but we decided to serve our country so that is why we are here.” My squad mates never got along and I bet they never will. The only other one than Djinn that I don’t mind is Umbra since he never talked. Life at our place really sucked. For the next couple weeks it was the same, six months was like this, but then it changed. At first all it sounded like was one of Chili’s farts, but then it got louder and started rumble the ground. “Hey what’s going on?” asked Princey with a concerned look on his face. “Sounds like armor…” that was Umbra. “I’m certain about that; I have heard it too many times.” “Nobody’s armor is that heavy. It must be a pretty fat guy.” exclaimed Badger as he walked out of his tent still half asleep. “Don’t be stupid. I think we might finally see our first action boys,” said Umbra heading towards camp from under his tree. He walked into our main office and went to our boxes we never seemed to open. “Where is a crowbar?” “Catch,” I said as I threw him a bar to pry open the boxes. I would have never guessed what was in them. It was like a whole entire arsenal for a whole army if I hadn’t thought better. “Why do we need all that?” “Why else do you think you joined the army?” asked Chili as he popped a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and headed towards the supply crates. “Let’s see what we have.” Princey walked in with a nervously and looked at the equipment. “Why did you guys open that? We were told to only open them if we were seeing combat...” “Guys get your equipment on and let’s head out. I hope you all remember what you trained to be in boot camp. Princey, Djinn, and Twiddilywink, you guys are our medics. Badger, your our engineer. Now please don’t go and get us killed. Umbra, I hope you know how to use this, but you are our sniper. I’ll grab the support and let’s hope we can stop them.” “Rodger!” we all said reaching in to get our equipment. Everyone got there stuff and headed out, but once I reached in, there was only a small box that said “To Twidds, Love Mom and Dad.” “Oh, look what the baby got!” said Princey as he grabbed the box from me. “Oh look! It’s a special gun, for a special person! HA!” “Just give it to me and get geared up Timothy!” I said while ripping it back. I was nervous when I opened it, half expecting to get some kind of childish toy, but I would never of guessed what I saw: Dear Twidds, we have just saw the first signs of the PAC, your father was captured but returned saying they are heading your way. We are worried that they are going to take us so we give you this. It is a new kind of gun your father built while he was working as an engineer for the army. It’s a STY-1200. I hope you can use it for your best interest. Love Mom. The gun was the most beautiful kind of machinery I ever saw. “Get out here right now Twiddilywink! They’re getting closer! I just talked to the commander and he said he will be sending us airdrops but it will take a while. Get out here soldier right now!” yelled Chili as I heard everyone setting up their gear and a perimeter. “Sir, the mines are set on the main road and are ready to go. I saw Umbra head out and get into cover and he just reported in that he sees around 10 tanks, 3 transports, 1 attack chopper, an APC, and about 50 infantry soldiers!” reported in Badger as he got in cover with his AA and AT guns mounted and stationed for attack. Next, Princey came running in with still looking like he just saw a ghost. “Sir, our airdrops came but there was a surprise in it. They sent a soldier with us who looks like he is half asleep and is drunk. On his badge it says something like HotJuicyBurger. What should we do with him?” “Well gear him up and ship him out! We need another soldier! Set him up as engineer, but give him a medical hub with anti-alcoholic patches in it, also, he can have some medical gear because there is never enough medics on the field” yelled Chili because obviously he was stressed out. “THEY’RE HERE!” yelled badger as he shot his first rocket at a transport. Clean hit and it was down. It felt as if every time you took out one of them, two more would come in and fill that space. The tanks were now coming and as the first round was fired, it felt as if the whole world stopped. I saw the huge caliber round coming at me but then I tried something I didn’t think would work, but it was worth a try. I shot my gun at the cannon and on contact, a huge explosion occurred. I probably saved our whole squad, but we lost the one drunken guy who came in. I felt pity for the man considering he just came, but then we never even exchanged a word. It’s better to leave the dead silent. “That was a nice shot Twidds!” said Chili as he fell in behind me killing two PAC soldiers both hurdling the wall. “Never knew that could happen, but at least it saved us! Badger!” “Yes, sir?” reported Badger with smoke covering most of his face. “What are you doing soldier?” “Well, I am trying to….” “Rhetorical question, now get in that AA and take out that thrice accursed gunship! Its getting close and I think it has a gunner ready to shoot us!” “Rodger, sorry sir,” “Umbra, report in,” called Chili through the com link in the helmets. “Not good sir. It looks like the tank are within 200 meters and it looks like they are going to start striking on sync like an artillery strike.” “A what?” asked Princey who finally spoke up since the start of the PAC attack. “Well, I was playing this game a while ago called Battlefield 2. Instead of what we think of as an orbital strike, they call it an artillery strike.” “Well that game was made in 2005, for all we know, that’s a load of crap. Now go out there and help Umbra because I think he is getting hit.” “Rodger, sorry sir.” The fight went on for some time longer. Umbra kept reporting in like “an eye in the sky” and kept us posted while we fought up close. I can’t even count all of the soldiers I had to melee or stab when they got close. It was a bloody day on this freshly snowed battlefield. It was worse than any dream. That was when it happened. I let my guard down. I went up to kill an enemy soldier when my gun ran out of ammo. As I reached for a clip from my supply belt, a stray bullet from a tanks gunner, (who was probably aiming for Badger since he was locked on with his AT gun) hit me square under the ear. As I was blacking out, all I could see was Princey’s horrified face as I lost a severe amount of blood, resulting in a black out. Princey was crying and sobbing since he was never accustomed to blood, or as we teased him “buh-lud”. __________________ \|TG-Irr\| Twiddilywink Alpha Platoon is where to be :D Last edited by twiddilywink; 04-25-2008 at 11:20 PM.

04-25-2008, 11:19 PM	#2 (permalink)
twiddilywink Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 214	Re: Twiddilywink's Story Okay i updated it. I'll type some more tomarrow probably. __________________ \|TG-Irr\| Twiddilywink Alpha Platoon is where to be :D

04-25-2008, 11:35 PM	#3 (permalink)
jonathanshifty Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Virginia, USA Posts: 302	Re: Twiddilywink's Story cool good story keep going. i love all these stories people are making up. we should think about making a movie __________________ GO MANCHESTER UNITED ALL THE WAY! HAIL CRISTIANO RONALDO in game name= TG Shifty.P 2nd in the US with bianchi lmg for most kills 7th in the world with Bianchi LMG for most kills K/D of 31/1 with bianchi LYra=stop aimbotting shifty

04-25-2008, 11:52 PM	#4 (permalink)
Towuaway2 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: St. Paul, Minnesota Age: 15 Posts: 498	Re: Twiddilywink's Story onderful! Awesome! Keep em coming! __________________ "MESS WITH THE BEST, DIE LIKE THE REST!" \|TG-Irr\|TOWUAWAY2 Reaperassult- "Ponys are awesome!" DocGuo- "Stop dyeing Tow!" O'neil- "Put that shotgun away tow!"

04-26-2008, 01:01 PM	#6 (permalink)
sights Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 82	Re: Twiddilywink's Story Well, we could arrange a meeting between TG members, and "plot" a script, and then play by it. Like if it was written in the story : " I hid behind a building from the towering scrap of metal PAC uses for a walker " , we should film the scene with FRAPS with the Twiddily hiding behind a building from the PAC walker What do you guys think?Can it be done? __________________ It is art when you kill one person... and terrorize a hundred.

04-26-2008, 01:19 PM	#7 (permalink)
Towuaway2 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: St. Paul, Minnesota Age: 15 Posts: 498	Re: Twiddilywink's Story hmm not a half bad idea. Get a private server temporarily. And then mane use battle recorder. Have a nice story to it. Also we are going to need a lot of ppl playing all the roles, which is mostly enemy soldiers. If we actually do this, I'm sure it will be very nice! __________________ "MESS WITH THE BEST, DIE LIKE THE REST!" \|TG-Irr\|TOWUAWAY2 Reaperassult- "Ponys are awesome!" DocGuo- "Stop dyeing Tow!" O'neil- "Put that shotgun away tow!"

04-26-2008, 03:17 PM	#8 (permalink)
twiddilywink Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 214	Re: Twiddilywink's Story If you guys want, we could see if joller and towuaway and i want to all work together since we were the story writers and we could make a resonable script i think. We could use TS for writing it and for the sounds in the movie. We could ask Lyra if we could put it on his utube account because then it would be like a legendary movie lol __________________ \|TG-Irr\| Twiddilywink Alpha Platoon is where to be :D

04-26-2008, 03:54 PM	#9 (permalink)
sights Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 82	Re: Twiddilywink's Story Yeaaaaah, and thanks, SIGHTS , for the awesome idea rework __________________ It is art when you kill one person... and terrorize a hundred.

04-26-2008, 04:33 PM	#11 (permalink)
brain21 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: West Vancouver, BC Age: 15 Posts: 662	Re: Twiddilywink's Story Dude, a movie would just be plain old EPIC. I could edit it for you guys. __________________ "SIGN UP FOR THE NEW IRREGULARS SOLITAIRE PLATOON HERE! MUST BE PLAYED ON WIN2000 or 98!" - Axis \|TG-Irr\| Brain21

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