The Zable Fahr

[Zach]

It got the title from name of the God-Beast of Darkness from Sekien Densetsu 3 for the Super Nintendo(No released in America) I'll probaly change it later.
Note: I don't use paragraphs

I ran suddenly from the cover of the trees. "Snipers. Crud." I muttered to myself. Several bullets slamed into the ground behind me. I was half blind from the laser-sight pointed at my face. I did a cartwheel and landed behind a bunker. "Why do I always have to do this kind of stuff?" I said silently. My limbs felt like icecubes. The cold, Russian tundra was starting to take it's toll on me. Ilooked around the bunker. All I found was a pack of cigerattes. I found a liter and lit one. I took a drag and then coughed. I normaly didn't smoke but I was desperate to get warm. I climbed down a latter and came to a door. I tried to open it, but it was frozen shut. I looked down and saw a small air shaft and crawled in. After what seemed like an eternity of crawling, I finally found an exit. I stood up and looked around. I heard a loud roaring sound nearby. I silently walked out the door. "TANKS???"

That was a small demo. I'll ad more later. Give me some feedback, please.

[Beguiled]

Nice work Sage. ^_^ I'd add just a tiny bit more description about surroundings in between things the character is doing. But other than that I liked it! You should put your other one here too! The one at World's Finest. Keep up the good work!


-Angel.

[Zach]

I got away from those tanks FAST. I ran across the frozen permafrost and gazing at the hawk perched on a tree. I stopped at a tank hanger and walked inside. A enemy combatant sat in a chair asleep on the concrete floor. I slipped behind him and stole his 9mm pistol. "Blast it. No ammo." I said silently. I searched a few nearby crates. I located a few clips and pocketed all but one, which I placed into my gun. I moved quietly up the stairs until I came to a door. I heard talking coming from within. I stuck my ear to the door and listened.

"Boss, the uranuim enrichment is complete. What should we do now?" said a man. "Move on to stage 2." said a man with a bold, raspy voice. I looked thorough an window and say an man full of wrinkles and wearing a long, black trenchcoat. He was to busy chewing on a cigar to notice me. "Ah. Nothing like a cigar shipped strait from Havana." He muttered to himself. "Maybe I should take him out. No, it's to early in the mission for anyone to know of my presence" I sadi to myself. Another man walked in. "Sir, the repersenative from Russia and Cuba are here to talk to you. They want to know how much of the nuclear materials and money they will each be recieving." he said. "WHAT? THERE MAKING NUKES OVER HERE?" I screamed in my head.