Post by Tanya Zaitsev on Feb 15, 2009 18:01:46 GMT -5
Ruin and desolation. That best describes L.A. now. You could also say it resembled Stalingrad, a Soviet Russian famous city that during World War 2 became an industrial maze of death. During the 199 days the battle lasted a special type of soldier became famous and feared. This soldier was the sniper. Hiding among rubble and becoming near invisible in his environment, the sniper used extreme patience and deadly precision to strike down his opposition.
Now the year is 2012, war and ruin spreads across the world, but the sniper remains. In the desolate urban wasteland of Los Angelas, at a 4 way intersection, on the 10th floor of an abandoned office building, positioned in room shrouded in darkness, lies a lone sniper underneath a camouflaged tarp. Her name is Tanya Zaitsev and like her legendary grandfather, Visilli Zaitsev who was a sniper at Stalingrad, she too embraces the poeticness of controlling her prey's fate with the slight move of her finger. Unlike her grandfather though she is not hunting humans, but rather demons. Every day she battles against the scourge of the Earth. Whether she accomplishes long term success in the future is unknown, but for now she is content with waging guerrilla warfare as she sees fit.
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Tanya observed the usual demon patrol through her binoculars as they made their way carelessly down a road coming toward her intersection. She smirked at their stubbornness. This was the 4th patrol sent out in a month and about to be the 4th patrol wiped out in a month. Tanya quickly counted them up and judged their distance. They were about 450 yards off in the distance and there was 7 of them. Six grunts and a Blunderbore, not a group she'd want to play with at their game but in this case they were exposed and she was near invisible, on an elevated surface, and attacking at great distance. They were completely oblivious to the snipe storm they were walking into.
Lowering her head to the scope of the C-20a she steadied up, aimed at the Blunderbores head and BAM! The bullet slammed into the blunderbores skull and exited out the other side. Just as she was about to touch off the next target she realized that the Blunderbore wasn't dead. He had collapsed to the ground, but was standing up again. The bullet had by sheer bad luck missed or barely hit his demonic brain and just blown a messy hole in his skull. It was the force of the bullet that staggered him.
As the grunts looked at the patrol leader getting back to his feet another bullet slammed into his head. This time as he hit the ground dead all hell broke loose with the grunts. They started screaming/howling in their freakish little voices and running around in confusion. Some tried to stand their ground snarling and daring death to attack as if to make the swift and invisible death back down. One after another Tanya picked them off until there was just 1 that decided to get the hell out of there. As he fled he ran directly back the way the patrol came in the middle of the road flinging his hands in the air. It was actually humorous to Tanya dropping the pathetic ugly little monster.
((oopsie dootles, i had atleast 1 typo, but ive gone back and fixed it))
Now the year is 2012, war and ruin spreads across the world, but the sniper remains. In the desolate urban wasteland of Los Angelas, at a 4 way intersection, on the 10th floor of an abandoned office building, positioned in room shrouded in darkness, lies a lone sniper underneath a camouflaged tarp. Her name is Tanya Zaitsev and like her legendary grandfather, Visilli Zaitsev who was a sniper at Stalingrad, she too embraces the poeticness of controlling her prey's fate with the slight move of her finger. Unlike her grandfather though she is not hunting humans, but rather demons. Every day she battles against the scourge of the Earth. Whether she accomplishes long term success in the future is unknown, but for now she is content with waging guerrilla warfare as she sees fit.
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Tanya observed the usual demon patrol through her binoculars as they made their way carelessly down a road coming toward her intersection. She smirked at their stubbornness. This was the 4th patrol sent out in a month and about to be the 4th patrol wiped out in a month. Tanya quickly counted them up and judged their distance. They were about 450 yards off in the distance and there was 7 of them. Six grunts and a Blunderbore, not a group she'd want to play with at their game but in this case they were exposed and she was near invisible, on an elevated surface, and attacking at great distance. They were completely oblivious to the snipe storm they were walking into.
Lowering her head to the scope of the C-20a she steadied up, aimed at the Blunderbores head and BAM! The bullet slammed into the blunderbores skull and exited out the other side. Just as she was about to touch off the next target she realized that the Blunderbore wasn't dead. He had collapsed to the ground, but was standing up again. The bullet had by sheer bad luck missed or barely hit his demonic brain and just blown a messy hole in his skull. It was the force of the bullet that staggered him.
As the grunts looked at the patrol leader getting back to his feet another bullet slammed into his head. This time as he hit the ground dead all hell broke loose with the grunts. They started screaming/howling in their freakish little voices and running around in confusion. Some tried to stand their ground snarling and daring death to attack as if to make the swift and invisible death back down. One after another Tanya picked them off until there was just 1 that decided to get the hell out of there. As he fled he ran directly back the way the patrol came in the middle of the road flinging his hands in the air. It was actually humorous to Tanya dropping the pathetic ugly little monster.
((oopsie dootles, i had atleast 1 typo, but ive gone back and fixed it))
Well for one thing I want to make it clear that god must be on your side comrade, because for some unexplainable reason I didn't kill you where you stand even though I very much should have. Sneaking up on a hardend special ops agent, who's all alone, in a war zone, and just bursting into an introduction is an almost guaranteed way to die. Had you waited in the dark a little while longer that grunt probably would have made the same mistake you did except for it would be dead.