M'aiq the Liar

Well, for me atleast the good ones involve a very healthy dose of realism (ex if you take 5 5.56 rounds to the chest, and you are a pony, and quadrupeds organs are all located in the frontal cavity that I just filled with 5.56 NATO, that you die). Also I dislike marry sues, and people who act un-realistically to adverse actions (ex. the god of chaos himself shows up, and your OC not only knows him, his weakness but also how to summon Khorn to fight him)

Sociology, 3 years as a cop gives you a different view on people, and that tends to lend to butting heads with the largely liberal professors at my college.

"Alright, lets take this barn people, high speed low drag, I want kill shots only, no suppression fire today. Cyborg guy, since you can cloak, I want you to over our six, cloak up and keep tabs on that house, last thing I want is some old hag running out with a scatter gun." rattled off Ssg, Freeman, "Clyde you're on me, lets move, ricky fucking tick." And the 3 overly armed, very pissed off humans made towards the farm, ready to raise most un holy hell upon these horse things, all in the name of the god fearing Marine Corp.

"We're gunna hold up in that barn, wait for nightfall as these fuckers sure as shit don't have IR or nod's, soon as night falls we moons out goons out, roll over to that stupid looking pink building, preform a text book smash and grab, and exfill with those kids." replied Ssg. Freeman. "Yes, it should work fairly well, our observations of the creatures shows that they have no reasonable tech to speak of, nor do they have the biological advantages our last enemy had" voiced Clyde as we walked up behind the group. "Exactly, weaker than xenomorphs, dumber than humans, provided they don't start pulling plot contrivance out their collective asses, this should be fairly easy" said the staff sergeant, as he walked towards the barn, rifle raised in ready.

"That is why we are trying to get them out stealthily, and we need to move ricky fucking tik, the Are you feeling lucky, is on auto orders to lock into our last communicated position, which I may add, is here, and commence orbital nuclear bombardment." "So", the Ssg. continued "if we don't get those gets out, and get back aboard the ship within 48 hours, this entire continent will be a radioactive crater. And if they somehow disable our ship well......" The Ssg. trailed off "..if that happens, I would not want to have four legs when the USCM shows back up, with a hard on for killing, and real pissed off that some 4 legged freak took out one of their ships" "So, we are all carrying m41e rifles, with AP rounds, 100 round mags and 7 mags per person, and that doesn't count the 2 m56, auto aiming, son of a bitch blasting smart guns we have up on overlook on that hill." "So, you gunna help us get those kids or not?"

What you don't know? USCM pulled out man" Replied Ssg. Freeman, "Humanity, after the last xenos war just gave up man, no point in fighting for a dead planet" Clyde's robotic voice crackled over the vox "Sergeant, both bravo fire team and I are in position, we can fire on your order" "No need, I think this guy just may work with us" he called into his own vox. "Look man, I dunno if you are synth or not, and I don't really care, our mission is to get any and all humans left in the infected area out, if you want we can get you off world" He looked at the synth man, he looked overly edgy, but he had a gun, and anyone with a weapon could help. "We are going to take shelter in this barn here until sundown, then we will move in to grab a couple of kids we saw sneak into town, you are welcome to help us or not, I don't really care, either way, we are getting those kids out"

"hey sarge" Chase voice crackled over the vox, "you some kinda huge heat signature following you, can't make out what it is, but its throwing out heat like a damn reactor" "copy that, thanks for the heads up chase" Ssg. Freeman continued towards the orchard, knowing he was being followed, hoping what ever it was would follow him, and not notice Clyde staying back and to the left, trying to flank around the mysterious heat signature, giving them a total ring around it. As he made his way towards the orchard, he noticed the pink thing, that wouldn't stop fucking bouncing talking to the other 4 legged freaks, they were loading up some kinda covered wagon. Good he thought, know that the owners are gone, the squatters can have some fun. "Hey sarge, that heat sig.'s about 200 m away and closeing" "shit sarge...were that heat sig. was some android looking fucker just appeared, look's like he has some kinda cloak" The Ssg. turned and sat down, hell he though, another human would be great to add to the party, and shit another android;bye bye horse fuckers. A voice called out to time"Hey! Hostiles?" the voice called out, the SSg. replied"We're friendly, long as you arn't ona those horsey things"

Ssg. Freeman made his way down the valley, careful not to disturb any rocks, the last thing he wanted was to start his own small scale war in the middle of happy candy town, or whatever the fuck they called it. He spotted a apple orchard, not very far from the hill his men were posted on. Great he though, a farm, should be run by a small family, understaffed and underfed, if by some miracle he did get caught, He doubted they would raise much of a fight. Most farmers didn't. "Hey Clyde, see that orchard over there?" Clyde responded over the Vox with a "affirmative, looks like a decent area to bed down for the day, close to town and that barn would offer a great vantage point" "ya, that's what I thought, alright lets move, last thing I wanna do is gun down some candy colored freak and start another xenos war" . The two made their way to the orchard, hoping that whoever ran it was as stupid as those in town, if so their mission would be easy as pie....

"Shit, Chase I think we're gunna have to wait until night fall" said the sergeant to pfc. chase, the fire teams born again christian. "Why even waste our time and amo saving those kids man, there's a forest over there, and I can guarantee we can find a clearing to land in"said Cpl. Weichelt, staring blanking through his electro-binoculars, observing the quadrupedal freaks in their daily routines. "Those kids are our only ticket outa here, sure we can get back aboard the Are you feeling lucky, but without those kids with us, they'll never let us past the quarantine blockade." Chase thought to him self, ya know, the sarge had a point, it was his christian duty to save every last human soul he could, and with humanity on the out and down, they needed every last on of gods children if they are to survive. "The sergeant is right weiy, those kids need, no have earned to be saved, we cannot abandon anymore of gods greatest creation" Chase said with a aura of religious fervor. "Alright, so it's settled, Chase, Weichelt you two stay here on the m56's and cover me and the synth as we go into town, we're gunna sit on the outskirts until nightfall, then show these ponies how a good smash and grab works" the SSG. said, begging to ready his equipment. "And the synth should be able to engage them, as ponies are not subject to protection form the 3 laws of robotics, but if he does bust a gasket and logic assplodes, I want you two up here covering my ass." "Rodger that sarge" "Copy that" the two enlisted men replied, as the SSG. and the android, cleverly named Clyde began working slowly into the valley, finding a place to wait out the day.

Stranded. That is what they had been, after that synth went phyco and blew the nav. computer. His fire team had been traveling for a few days now, after that crash on the out skirts of Vancouver, or whatever they called it now. The company said they wanted all remaining humans evac'd, but he knew the real reason why they were here. Why the wey-yu synth when nuts, and why their ship just so happened to burn out 3 clicks from the drop zone. They wanted them to get caught, the crazy bastards wanted to see what these things do to humans, and what better way to find out then hot drop a fire team of pissed off marines on 'em. They had taken out a couple of them, a few got to close after getting of that damn'd x. They still had a decent amount of munitions left, but getting in a war with something that died so easy....well Freeman didn't like it. Didn't seem to bode well with the karma, it's like shooting a fly with a bazooka, just seemed like wasteful overkill. They had made good time, great time actually, near'd this town they called "ponyville", they covered their tracks well, not that this was overly difficult, these horsey things weren't overly intelligent in field craft. And then he saw them, the kids. Hiding in some bush behind one of those...things... those stupid kids, getting that close to a town, it's like they want to get caught. A couple of 'em zoomed around over head, but they didn't seem privy to the fire teams most basic of camouflages. Freeman brought up his electro-binoculars, and scanned the valley below, most of them seemed concentrated in the town,but those kids. Those stupid, stupid kids..caught right in the middle of their town. So he scanned again, looking for a easy route in, he hoped this extraction wouldn't be as loud as the last one.

http://america.aljazeera.com/watch/shows/the-stream/the-stream-officialblog/2014/1/9/west-virginia-chemicalspilltriggersstateofemergencywaterban.html According to most major news sources, a chemical leak as rendered most tap water in this affected area toxic. So to all those bro's out in that area, avoid stores as they have already ran out of bottled water, and avoid using your tap.

Hahaha, well it's certainly not the worst way to spend time

you forgot to add the "BBQ", but yes I feel a large, continent spanning acronym can, and will put people off and may even effect support for the cause.