Board Thread:Forum Games/@comment-31873629-20170910131432/@comment-30517583-20170913091453

I stumble out of the burnt Chinook....

With a deep shrapnel wound protruding from my stomach.

I take a bottle of Pills from my belt, and stuff the acrid, bitter-tasting solution down my throat.

I look around....All I have is my CK with 5 rounds, and the ammo stored in the crates had discharged under the intense heat. Spent bullet casings litter the crash.

It's a miracle that the grenades didn't go off...Otherwise I wouldn't be here....

However the crates containing the grenades are locked, and I can't find the keys....

I look around in despair, not finding anything of use.

Maybe something I could signal with....

No! If I do that....The helicopters up there would fall under a hail of clubs as they attempt to pick me up....

The several helicopters circling up ahead are too busy pouring volley after volley of machine-gun fire at the Brutes.

I pick up a Mark 47, brushing off the dead hand of the soldier who had died at that station.

The barrel had split open....It would be of no use.

I look around more...If I didn't ind anything, I wouldn't survive 5 seconds against just one brute.

I see a gun under the nose of the burning Chinook.... Something famili-

''OF COURSE!!! THE SHKAS!!!''

Re-taking by vigor, I sweep aside the rubble, to find a somehow intact Shkas.

But how.....Oh, I see.

I retrieve memories of the Chinook pitching tail-end into a high-rising building after recieving multiple clubs at the belly while reversing.

These clubs would have been harmless...but the driving force behind them had forced the Chinook backwards too quickly.

I angle the Shkas to the side so that the Chinook's airframe would still absorb all the recoil of the gun, but still allow me to aim properly.

I flick the safety off....

And let shit fly.

A hail of supermachinegun-fire erupts from the Shkas. Thirty bullets per second, chewing up at the enormously long machine-gun belt.....

I think I just gave up all thoughts on returning home...