Priest's Blog (33)

i'm disturbingly maligned to announce the forthcoming weapons lab creation facility, Legion Xero Weapons Division.

while initially we'll focus on comtemporary, state of the art, military grade small arms ranging from submachine guns, rifles, machine guns, rocket/grenade launchers and anti-material rifles, we will not shy away from personalized historical firearms or direct energy weapons of your choice.

if it's lethal, we're your independant arms dealer of choice.

Class 3 Organism 3, Leviathan. Holy fucking shit, do I fucking hate these things. They’re one of the few creatures that don’t seem put off by our mutation and will hunt us down if they’re nearby.

These things are the closest in appearance to what you might call the devil. They stand roughly 9 ft tall on a pair of cloven fucking hooves with curling, goatlike horns and yellow eyes. They’ve got one set of massive…

Fucking Hellhounds. Class 2 Organism 1, formally. Vicious bastards. They showed up exactly ninety days after the Revenants appeared and from all accounts, they seriously fucked shit up.

They look like an insect version of a large canine, hence the name. Long, thin legs and tail, huge claws and teeth. Their heads have no eyes, nose or ears. Apparently, they hunt using thermal pits and tasting the air, like snakes.…

There was no plague. Apparently, people seem to forget that. Truth is, it had to have been happening long before we knew about it. I mean, how else do you have a worldwide outbreak happening like clockwork?

I can’t tell you what it was like, I don’t remember. Perks of my ‘condition’, as it were. I can tell you know what I’ve learned, about the attacks, about the aftermath. Everything I know is based on the reports…

recently i was asked who i was, what unit i was in.

ya know, those questions used to be easy. you wouldn't believe me if i told you, really. but let's try it....

i'm a member of a US military funded death squad. we don't have a cool, slick name or anything. our designation is rather basic when it comes down to it. there are four of us. used to be more, but hey, war is hell, right? 

who am i? hell you probably know more than i do. several months…

We regret to inform you that Spc Damien Case lost his life while conducting urban reclaimation operations earlier this week.

The United States Army unfortunately is unable to provide specific details of his death pending the ongoing investigation that led to the deaths of Spc Case and all involved personnel of the operation.

Specialist Case served as an infantryman in various units during the five years he served with the Army. During that time, he participated…

The station was dark save for a few emergency lights spaced around the walls

which were already beginning to dim. Another descending stairway could be seen

across the floor. A quick look at each other confirmed their unspoken course of action

and they sprang forward, jumping over the turnstiles and ran down the lifeless escalators

on the train platform with their weapons raised and ready. The platform was even

darker than the station above, with fewer lights that were…

The pair of soldiers sprinted down the dark streets which were illuminated by

scattered fires or flashing remnants of electrical lighting when they were lit at all. The

growing numbers of mobs taking up the chase behind them had reached the point

where neither man wanted to run the risks of slowing the pace and retrieving their

NVGs or Tac lights. And both of them desperately hoped that they would get there in

time to catch a ride out on the last train from…

In the last few months, I've been working on building a new death squad with whom to work. and i think i've finally put together a good well rounded crew that'll be to work with and expand the body count by orders of magnitude.

two are also ex-military, so i'll be able to relinquish the leadership role and focus more on combat. one of them will serve as a SAW gunner and the other will serve in both marksman or close quarters roles depending upon operational needs. the other two are…

Current Inventory and Status:

M60: still in functional condition. replacing the feed tray cover to modern version to allow for more options with optics. having some issues with the charging handle, however. shouldn't be too difficult to fix.

Mk43 Mod 0: replaced muzzle brake, removed front sight and carry handle. currently non-functional as i'm exploring options for a custom made handguard. also waiting on new feed tray cover.

Mk43 Mod 1: replaced muzzle brake,…

With that final thought, he committed himself through the simple act of slipping into the shadows of the lobby. The muted sound of broken glass beneath his boots conspired to ignite his trepidation, but the debris vanished within a few steps, leaving him on layers of dirt atop what once had to have been someone’s idea of tasteful marble-like tiles. His newfound night vision rapidly adapted to the gloom, pushing the blanket of darkness back. Drawing his Mk43…

We should be hunting. But ever since we lost the others, Saint avoids hunting at night if we can avoid it. Especially in the forest out there, too many variables, she says. She likes it more when we find their nesting places in the day and execute them while they sleep. While I gotta say, there’s something about getting to them where they think they’re safe and killing them, I much prefer them to die fully aware that I’m the one ending them. It’s more…

The creature had been a human girl around ten years old not more than six months ago. Priest

knew this because the Revenant that had replaced whatever the girl had been had yet to mutate

beyond the second stage of its maddening life cycle.

Her skin was pale to the point of a green hue which was visible even across the twenty or so

meters separating them under the intermittent moonlight. The young girl's gaunt body was

covered with a simple white nightgown streaked…

specialist case ceased to exist during a classified operation. his identity and records are currently being erased from military databases and what remains of civilian records.

i managed to tactically acquire his laptop during the confusion following the operation. i'm assuming his role in media efforts now.

it's gonna take some time to sift through what he's told you and who he had been in contact with, but be patient. 

my name is priest. and if you thought the…

just wanted to announce that i've got some photoshoots coming up as part of some artistic endeavors i'm working on and i can't wait to show you guys!!

hey, everyone!!

long time, trying to spend more time here lately!!

just wanted to let everyone to know that i'm killing the story i was writing. i found a series of books that basically told a freakishly similar story, so i'm not gonna continue mine.

that said, i'm currently revamping the entire thing into a more cyberpunk horror story.

thoughts?

hey, komrads!

i'm finally back online on a more permanent basis, so expect me to be around to chat and participate in the group more often.

the last year has been a rather insane one for me, for more reasons that i really should get into right now, heh.  for the most part, 'blue skies burning', Case's Transmissions, and the game under development are still on hiatus until further notice.  the entire project has become too overwhelming and i'm just not ready to…

ROE is a funny thing.  it's usually dictated to us by politicians in support of some far fetched and completely unrealistic agenda.  but politicians don't wage war, warriors do.  i've worked with guys that fought in the middle easterna conflicts that told me stories of utterly asinine rules on how they were supported to fight their battles.  fucked up shit, man.  

lucky for me, my first combat experience was in Siberia and our government wanted nothing more than to win.  fortunately,…

i lay in the bed of a dark room, staring into the deeper darkness beyond the doorway several meters from the foot of my bed.  it felt like an eternity that i laid motionless, my eyes trying to pierce the shadows before they finally parted, like a curtain between my world and one i wished i didn't know was real.

the zombie that stepped through the door had to be ten feet tall.  it had to bend over to fit into the room.  the revenant's clothes were in tatters, its head skinless,…