GameytheGeemer

@, "Hay, zombies." Chain Mail said, his voice slightly Australian (though no where near as much as Hunter's, if that is indeed Australian), doing what he would do anyway for a good fight in this post apocalyptic world and fill in his goal of 'Kill everything dead" that he's been living by for a while. That said, it would be a suitable distraction for betta. "You best prepare to die again, because the soldier of death has come for you." He said, shooting his 2 6-shot revolvers into the crowd for 12 headshots. With no more ammo in the guns, he threw them for blunt death. He jumped into the air, and pulled out his sword out of hammerspace. "You know, if you wanted to you could help." He said, landing blade first on a zombie, cutting it in half from the brain down. "After all, almost got a whole 10% of THIS horde down." He added. (I am just going to say it's a 250 zombie horde since no number was given)

@@Frosty V, "Oh, yes, I quite agree that we should." Chain Mail said, jumping in the air and running on the back of the crowd. "At the same time, I won't be trampled to death, After all, I can crowd run." He said, pulling out his blade and showing off for a second before sheathing it. To the casual onlooker, Chain Mail was identical now to the way he was before the shift. To the deep observer, he had slightly lower cheek bones and otherwise a few negligable changes along with some scars that were covered with armor ATM.

@@Doc. Volt, Ah, but are you a nazi yourself?

@@Doc. Volt, As much as I know we're friends. I mean I know someone that is an actual nazi (though not a neo nazi, according to him they are pussies that lost the message of Nazism)

I would not only be game for anything you need help with, but I know someone else that would be able to provide much greater help than even me. We would totally be huge fans of the series.

Chain Mail is nothing like you. He may be popular, or he may not, but no matter what he's impossible to ignore; he stands out... just the way you always wanted to. He may have sometimes thought that he was special, or destined for greater things, but probably dismissed the idea as a fantasy. He's come in for his share of hurt, but gotten off with minor damage. And you've been sparing with the free handouts: whatever he gains, he's worked for. In general, you care deeply about Chain Mail, but you're smart enough to let him stand on his own, without burdening him with your personal fantasies or propping him up with idealization and over-dramatization. Chain Mail is a healthy character with a promising career ahead of him. Score Breakdown Do I Know This Stallion? 3 Yo! 12 I'm Destined For What? 4 Can't Complain 5 Spare the Rod and Spoil the Foal 4 Total: 28 I say that I was about average.

Damn, sounds a disturbing amount like Chain Mail in his history. Middle Class Citizen (Chain was probably better off because he was in Canterlot) Saw a girl picking on another girl Stepped in (mine with more violence) Got ass kicked Trained in foreign lands Became a member of the armed forces. That is awesome.

"Please tell me this isn't just a huge practical joke on ponies like me, PLEASE tell me this isn't just a huge practical joke on ponies like me." Chain Mail said when this was said. When he looked around and saw that the ponies were starting to look less and less perfect in terms of facial structure and more like ponies actually would. "YES" He said, pulling out the hoof mirror and looking at himself. He had put in his real information, so the actual changes were negligible.

@@Doc. Volt, "It bothers me when the ponies that want to prove themselves and get in the line of fire do. Listen, I don't know why you think nopony would miss you, I don't even particularly care. You have a role to play on this team and slaughtering hordes of ponies and being in danger ISN'T your role. You fly the ship to let loose the gods of war, not die in combat." He said, finishing up his sandvich. "If you want to die at the end of the war, than I'll be happy to put a bullet in your skull." He said, "But all that aside, stay out of the fights. And busting out the windows with your face." He said, picking the doctor up and teleporting to [/b]. --------------- "This suicidal nutjob says you need his help. Since it would take somepony that was an absolute moron to think that that was just the rambling of a nutjob, here." He said, throwing the doc down.

@@Doc. Volt, "Well, if it wasn't that you were the only pony that could fly the ship," Chain Mail said, now without his helmet, between bites of a massive sandwich. "I'd say that you need to stay off you're hooves. Especially since I'm not saving your life if you go suicidaly insane again." He said. "Now like I said in the note, when you get shot or stabbed in the chest, you die. It only really serves to piss me off. I'm not an idiot, if you want to hurt yourself I'll be glad to knock you out and figure out the controls myself." He added, taking another bite out of his sandwich. (Here's the basics of what the sandwich is. Also the fact that there's meat on there isn't messed up. It ties to his healing factor)

@@Doc. Volt, "Well fuck." Chain Mail said, picking up the miraculously unbroken beaker after the doctor passed out. Regardless he teleported to Thunder nearby. @, "The doctor said put this on the 'Black Rainbow'. Here." He said, laying the beaker on the ground at his hooves. "Should nullify the effects of the more than likely chemical toxin in the air." He added before teleporting back to the doctor. @@Doc. Volt, "Now." He said, picking up the doctor and putting him on a metal operating table in the back of the lab. "Let's see who's crazy." He said, setting the leg bone properly. He had PLENTY of experience with doing this, more usually on himself though. When the bone was set, Chain splinted it with the metal rods around. After that, he looked at the less major injuries. Namely the bullet holes. "Well, looks like somepony wasn't moving around enough to force them out on their own." He said, pulling out his field knife. "Why am I talking to an unconscious person?" He asked himself as he sterilized the blade. Silently, and with medical precision, he plunged the red hot knife into the doctor's muscle tissue, and dislodged the lead bullet. He then used the med kit that was also laying around to stitch up the holes as he did with the mystery pegasus. He repeated the process, and put a note on the doctor's chest before he went to go make an everything sandwich. "Don't be a fucking idiot. I have a healing factor to keep me from dying while getting shot hundreds of times. And armor. Armor that stops bullets, and glass. And I don't have to deal with broken limbs for that same reason." It said.

"Well, I'd say that it's time to finish this off." Chain Mail said a moment after blowing up the second tank. "Let's see what this button can do." He said as he pushed the button hooked up to the main cannon. A second later he had to grab his ear as the missile exploded 30 feet in front of him. The blast was so loud that it could more than likely be heard all the way from the airship. "Three tanks disabled, two left." He said, firing the AA rifles on the other 2 tanks that were locked between the rubble. The drivers were killed by the BFG's massive bullets. Now that he was done with the tanks, he teleported back to the ship. "Well," He said seeing the doctor and his state near enough to the broken window. "You must have one hell of a healing factor to keep doing crap like that." He said. "Or be absolutely insane." He added as he walked to the kitchen. He had felt all the tiny bullets that actually went through the armor (all 10% of the ones he was hit with) had fallen out at some point, so he needed some food to go ahead and heal up.

@@Doc. Volt, The doctor, had he stayed behind, would be slightly shocked at what would happen when he went after the tank. "Well," He said, as soon as he saw the smoke. He was in the air, so it was only a second after it arrived in the air though, "I am prepared for tanks." He said, summoning his Anti-Tank rifle (since they were invented (like tanks) WW1) and aimed at the head tank. He silently ran the calculations in his head, and shot at the tank. A single split second later, he teleported in front of the tank, but behind the bullet, and used his enhanced (but not super strength, just enough to break through aluminum) strength to punch through with the bullet. While he doubted that anypony was watching, if they were this was a clear use of applied physics, something that the doctor especially would understand. But that thought only crossed his mind for a split second. He then grabbed the driver by the throat. "I'd say that it was a dumb idea to make your tanks out of aluminum. But then, I'd be wrong. It's actually genius, if you don't happen to go against ponies that know how to murder tanks." He said before throwing the body of the tank driver under his own tank's treads. He died immediately. Now, Chain Mail was at the head of one of the tanks. He turned around, and fired the external 20 mm Anti-Aircraft gun on the outside of the hulking armored vehicle at the tank next in formation. As could be expected, it blew the next tank the fuck up.

@@Doc. Volt, "Well, if you're going back into the fray, don't expect that AA gun until AFTER the fact." Chain Mail yelled as he once again swan dived off the ship. Unlike last time, he teleported higher in the air than he was before, simulating falling infinitely, otherwise known as the closest to flying he could get. Granted, it was really clunky and inprecise compared to even the worst of the pegasi's, but it was enough to get around. @@Wayzer (Next post I'll be awkwardly killing some of the ponies before I take one of their jet packs. I'll have that for about 3-4 posts of slaughter before it explodes as an IED)

@, "Fine." Chain Mail said, finishing up the 20 or so soldiers mad rushing him because they ran out of ammo. "Where is the doctor? I get the feeling that if he told you to tell me to do something he's in trouble." He said, firing shots from Sonata at the advancing soldiers. "Eh, I could probably find him on my own." He said, teleporting in the general direction that Moonlight came from. (Sorry for the short post, I have to go in under 5 minutes)

(Yes, yes he did. Why?) Because he was a tad further away from the blast, he was thrown a bit off track by the shock wave from the blast. He used that to as much of an advantage as he possibly could. He fired all of his bullets into the crowd as he had before putting his guns back into his flank holsters. He made a dash at the AA rifle. He was met by the hulking gun man, who was more than likely on far more than a few steroids. "Well, look at this. I get to kill some punk in a suit." He said as he pointed the rifle at Chain Mail. Before he could shoot it though, Chain Mail broke the gun with his hooves and stabbing the grunt in the face. "Now, let's finish up the rest of the cavalry." He said, slicing the head off of about 3 heads at once as for whatever reason they were operating on hoards of evil logic and are in a rather tight formation that was still around in wars in the 1800s.

Chain Mail, took a moment of what seemed like absolute insanity and ran full speed (about 80 MPH so approaching average Pegasus speed. He was aiming himself directly in the middle of the hoard of soldiers that were gathering. "Like I said, my specialty is killing." He said, firing his twin pistols into the group. It wasn't like he could hear anything over the roar of the wind. This was exhilaration at it's point. He landed in the middle of the group, the three or four soldiers behind him were sliced in half by Sonata. "Let's see how many of you want to die." He said, spinning the blade like a saw blade. He dove into the crowd, getting hit by bullets all around him. He barely even noticed them at this point. They were like bee stings to the other bullets he had been hit with. He ripped out one of the black clouds soldiers throats out. He kept on killing, making a strait line to one of the anti-aircraft rifles.

@@Doc. Volt, "I think you'll find yourself outnumbered on this matter Doctor." Chain Mail spoke up. "Besides, while he's wounded he isn't in need of any more immediate medical treatment. After all, if you took 5 minutes to calm down and examine him again you'd see that I already stitched up the deep wounds. He said as he walked out of the room. "As for your prior question. How the buck should I know. Never done it before." He said as he shut the door. @@Wayzer,

@@The Time Pony, "And finally, the last of the 'ponies' are here. Didn't expect someone supposed to be a back up saboteur to make such a ruckus." Chain Mail said, teleporting to the outside are where the commotion was. "Still, can't blame him." He said, picking up the injured changeling. "After all, I'll be the one interrogating him." He said, not caring if he was overstepping any bounds. "After all, it'll be the perfect opportunity to wear my actual armor again." He said, thinking about the chest he arranged, at the price owing one of the guards, with the armor he went to Trotanmen in. Life was good sometimes. ---------- (I really hope Time will go with this since he's passed out) When Crimson woke up , he would be tied to a bed by all 4 hooves, his more serious wounds already stitched and his minor wounds left otherwise untreated. If he woke up in under an hour, he would have Chain Mail, in his 'terminator' armor over him. "Well, I know who and what you are. Now, why are you late. And better yet, why are you here?" He asked. If he takes more than an hour, he'll be really bored since we'll be killing ponies then. @@Wayzer,@@Doc. Volt, Think that for his armor, but all of the yellow is metal and a darker shade of orange.

@@Doc. Volt, "I don't know if you're paying attention. But we are all in the ship. Save yourself if you're still out there to tell us to get into the ship. So I would assume YOU would be the one to have to be the one to tell Molestia that you were the down fall of this entire mission?" He asked, poking easy holes in the doctors logic and statement.

@FrostyV "Well, seeing as how they were all civilians, I'd say they were using sub par equipment. But so you know, the pony you said would pay is more than likely Celestia herself." He said with his usual gruff voice. "And trust me, I know that it would hit me where a normal pony would die. Let's just say, there's more than 1 pony on this ship with scientific testing in their background. I'd be able to walk off a normally fatal injury in 20 minutes tops. Until then I'd be a mindless killing machine. Trust me, you'd be dead before the gun hit the floor." He said, thinking about all the ways he knew to kill. "As for me, been around guns since about a month after I killed my first pony, so 13 years now." The 19 year old mass murderer said as he put his still cocked gun back in his robes.

@@Frosty V, "I was held in a maximum security prison for 2 years. About a week ago, the guards were talking about you. Most the ponies in the group actually. Your story stuck out, after all, how many mercenary have personal connections." He said, an almost laughing tone in his voice. "Also, that gun. It would only serve to shorten your life. After all, the Trotanmen Massacre had me riddled with more than 1 bullet hole." He added, pulling his own guns out, but not cocking them. After all, his were always cocked. (I know that Tienanmen Square didn't happen until 86, but it's along the same line. City was getting rebellious, he went in to kill them and was arrested. He was shot about 70 times while killing the ponies though.)

@@Frosty V, Being mostly the only pony in the world that could probably take on most any of these ponies in hoof-to-hoof combat, he sat down in the same general area as Jaeger (Quick question is it pronounced like yay-ger?). "So, I take it that you're this Jaeger chap I've heard about." He said as a statement. He also wasn't looking for friends. Just to confirm his Intel. "A mercenary that popped up since I earned the name of the 'Terminator'. On this mission to find your lost fiancée." He said, not knowing or caring whether or not his code name would be recognized. He pulled out his vodka and poured himself a shot.