Copper Dawn Storyline & Updates

[gfgjester]

Here is the opening storyline. All updates and additons to the storyline will be posted in this thread. Any questions, PM Jester...

Any requests to be Generals? PM Wolfen...

[gfgjester]

The wind swept through the city like a hungry hawk to a field mouse. And at 18 degrees Fahrenheit, anyone with any sense was locked up tight near a warm fire. The cop was cursing his bad luck for drawing beat duty on this terrible night. His heavy coat was usually toasty warm, as was his thick black leather gloves. But this night was like no other he had seen in a long time.

As he paced along Broadway, he took a cursory glance down a seemingly deserted alleyway. Tin can echoes bounced off the brick and steel interior walls. There were several dumpsters sitting with their lids open like the mouths of hippos in a swollen Congo river. Refuse piled high; they provided the perfect playground for disease ridden sewer rats, searching for a meal. Not even the meanest of the alley cats would dare mess with these charming creatures.

Shadows ran eerily up the walls at W. 73rd near the park. Frozen puddles of greenish liquids formed from the drippings of garbage containers. They reflected the light that escaped from the cars passing on the famous avenue. In that glow, the cop saw something out of place. Whether it was the errant wave of a hand or a flash of something shiny, he thought it best to investigate. After all, it was not unusual to find some poor homeless bum frozen and stuck to the asphalt in weather like this. Best he get the poor bastard to a shelter for the night. He didn’t want to have a “bum-sickle” on his shift. Think of all the paperwork! His thoughts drifted to his wife, Sophie, sitting at home while he beat the street. She was always worrying about him. He tried to tell her that his precinct was one of the quietest in Manhattan. It never seemed to calm her down.

With his “honey” on his mind and frost on his shoulders, the cop moved farther down the alley. Then he noticed that there was more than just one bum. It was three or four bums. And they sure didn’t look like regular bums to him. These guys were dressed nice and had on expensive down parkas. Sneaking behind one of the trash can leviathans, he gained a better vantage point on the unusual group. Their attention was drawn to whatever was in a wheeled crate shoved to the edge of a loading dock. Lettering was stenciled on the face of the crate that the cop could just barely make out as he quietly shifted through the shadows. Looks like it read,

“US ARMY-CLASS 4 EMP-10 – MAGNETIC HAZARD – USE SHIELDING!”

in big, yellow letters. Something was definitely not right here. Homeland Security had been yammering about something that happened down in New Orleans. Some kind of magnetizing thing had been taken from a ship on the river. But they suspected some mercenary arms dealers. He wondered how it would have gotten in the hands of these nasty guys. If he could figure this out and let his sergeant know what was happening, maybe he could get a nice little promotion to the clean and warm precinct headquarters. Anything would be better than the past ten years of walking this beat.

Hugging as close to the edge of the receptacle as he dared, the cop strained to make out the words of the muffled conversation. One of the men had a voice that stood out more than the others. The language was definitely English, but the accent was... No. Not British or French... but German. Yes, it was German, for sure. What the Hell was a Kraut guy and his pals doing out in the freezing cold in the middle of the night looking over some old Army surplus? He planned to find out. But he knew better than to go storming in without backup. He’d just sit there, watching and listening until he could use his radio to call the desk sergeant.

As those thoughts were racing through his head, the man with the German accent raised his voice in anger at one of the other men. That man answered with a different accent. Damn, if he wasn’t some kind of Middle Easterner. For whatever he’d done, the German was extremely angry and loud.

“You idiot! What made you think you could get away with something so stupid? This operation is vital to our mission goals and as usual, your carelessness has put us all in danger.”

The Middle Eastern man replied, “But Hans, I didn’t know that the girl had ties to the Russian Mafia. She approached me at the bar and bought me drinks. Before I knew it, she was all over me!”

“All over you, eh? Did you ever stop to ask yourself just why a beautiful Russian girl would fall all over a stupid, ugly lump like you? They held out the bait and you took it. Hook, line and bra strap! The Russians have been trying to figure out what we are doing since we arrived in Manhattan. Thanks to you, they know that Black November is here in force. Sie dummer Dummkopf! Maybe we should make an example of you and show everyone just exactly how the Russians like to play? Ayeen! Babaganush! Grab him and hold him down.”

The cop watched in awe as two of the burly henchmen grabbed the Middle Eastern man and held him with his back on the ground.

“Bazul, you have been a thorn in my side since you ran from Iraq. You should have stayed there and hung with Saddam. But I have a better suited surprise for you, my friend. Babaganush! Grab some of that snow and feed Mr. Bazul a lttle snack.”

With a gleam in his eye, the cold-blooded Babaganush grabbed a handful of the frozen gray mush and proceeded to jam it into Bazul’s mouth. He continued to stuff the man’s mouth with snow until it went down his throat and blocked his airway. Bazul looked up in terror at his tormentors until his eyes fluttered closed, death a welcome escape from this frozen torture.

“Humph!” said the German leader.
“I should have done that long ago. Did you all like that little display? I thought it especially touching that he should die in a manner that is the specialty of the Russian Mafia. They call it byelaya smert. The “White Death”. The same goes for anyone who betrays us... intentional or not. And watch yourselves around loose women! Now we must get this cover operation in place before time ends. While they are chasing their tails, we will be carting their cash.”

The group started to peel off and head in different directions as Hans started to laugh hysterically. They left the body of Bazul in the middle of the alley. The sinister man known as Hans finally stopped laughing. As the last to leave, he stopped at the traitor’s hulk.

“I told you not to cross Hans Unten and Black November, you son of a goat herder. You could have been rich beyond your wildest dreams. There’s only one thing that motivates people more than all this jihad baloney, my dead friend. Do you know what that is? Of course you don’t. You have left this world for your virgins! All you need to know is that we will prevail in the end.”

He spit on the corpse and faded into the darkness of the dingy alleyway, not bothering to look around. As he walked, his stifled laughter could still be heard echoing down the street.

The cop stood fast at the back of the dumpster, waiting for the cold blooded killer to leave the area. He’d take no chances this night. Apparently, this man and his group were something bigger that the cop had ever encountered. Something he would rather leave to the big boys. He keyed his radio and called for the watch commander. Who knows? Maybe this would get him that promotion, after all? Boy, would Sophie be happy.


(Copyright 2007, Gunfighter Paintball Games)

[gfgjester]

WELCOME TO IHOP!

COME HUNGRY... LEAVE SNAPPY!

It's have been a while since we were closed down by those damn hya-ah environmental-animal rights groups. But now we BACK! We were purchased from Buddha-Phat by non-descript group of investors who wear rags wrapped around faces and heads, (undoubtedly to avoid the sand contamination), who give us the dina..uh, I mean, dollars to open our fine establishment. What IHOP stand for? Why International House of PANDA, of course!



Our is located at New York Manhattan City. We right near large food suppl-I MEAN Central Park Zoo! You eat our meat, then go see menu-UH-er, NO, uh... mean ANIMALS. Yes, animals with children. Your childs. Very nice zoo. We are by no means money laundering operation for terrorist front. Did I say terrorist? I meant SHOPPING CENTER MOGUL!

In any case, come by IHOP. Panda so tasty that you want to snap your fingers at waitress and say, "Hey woman! Take that rag from your face!" Well, maybe not, but you feel like snapping fingers at SOMETHING! That why we have original saying, "Come hungry, leave SNAPPY!"

We see you when you come here for meat! Or maybe clandestine meetings in which you drink thick, black expresso like coffee drink that scalds the top of your mouth, you panzy that belongs in hills of Pakistan?...

Sakmanah Dazul
Manager - IHOP

Babushilla Finoosiah
Asst. Manager - IHOP who Sakmanah is fooling around with behind his #1 wife's back against the law of Allah and for which he will be punished with the Dance of the Seven Goats!

This is a satirical GFG game storyline update. It probably offends someone, somewhere. We apologize, but say, "Get over it. It's a joke and part of our game".

[MilesMcGee-FHS]

Originally Posted by gfgjester

Any requests to be Generals? PM Wolfen...

yes i request myself to be a general

in all seriousness though how much is it for a regular registration and for a case of paint? Now that were are a legitimate school club we have alot more members and not all of them will have the luxury of reffing.

[gfgjester]

I'll get with Woody today, Miles and get back to you...

[Wolfen]

Cool...ok Miles you are now in command of the TASER forces. I will send you a player list as we get closer to the end of early registration.

Early registration is $65 includes entry, ID, lanyard, game patch, all-event fill ticket, Friday Night Player Party (Pizza), Saturday Evening Meal and entry into the Early Registration Prize drawing. Pre-Purchased paint is $60 per case.

[Wolfen]

Oh, by the way...Generals do not pay entry fee and have a case of paint included with thier General position.

[MilesMcGee-FHS]

er... ok i was just joking about that but sure ill take the position if you need it filled. I need to talk with Mr Charlie and make sure he can live without me working for the weekend. Also, we are working on constructing a tank with two A-5's with response triggers as the main gun. Were planning on having it ready for Copper Dawn so if you would like to write it in we can try and bring it.

[gfgjester]

Cool! And the tank just works itself in as it goes. I did want to let you know that Scott and Keith may be bringing the Assasin Nation tank down for this game, so it will be great fun! Now we need to get your opposition lined up. And we have someone in mind who will make it really interesting!

[MilesMcGee-FHS]

ha ok cool!

My mom just called me and I told her about it.....shes not too thrilled seeing as I have this Princeton ACT review thing that saturday so I'm really going to work it out with them and see what happens. It goes from 9AM till 12:45 so I'm going to see if i can leave early. Ill keep you guys posted. Mrs Kerri approved me to be a General though so thats all lined up. Now i just have to get past my parents.