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Target AcquiredMidnight. It was dark, but yet, he was awake, and the adrenaline was rushing through this veins. He only wore his camouflage outfit, his equipment would make him too heavy. He hadn't slept the entire night, this event had kept him awake. Now, he was making his way through the forest, with his rifle on his back.Target Acquired by vanWiggen
He slowly slid down the rocks, into the river, and swam towards the other shore. There, he started to make his way up the mountain, through the bushes.
He had spent three hours on his journey, and now he had arrived at his destination. He laid down, brought his rifle in position, shut his left eye, and peeked through the scope.
There. Down the mountain, his target was standing in a small building. He didn't think anymore, his training had taken over. He waited for the right moment, and waited, and waited...
He pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through the air, the window... and through his victims skull. He quickly packed, got up, and threw himself through the bushes, di
Drakojan Skies =2= First ContactDrakojan Skies =2= First Contact by RyzGaz
06:55, April 18th, 2518.
Fithkaran Peninsula, Kagrumez.
The team scattered - grabbing their weapons, just as Byrd ran in front of them.
"Stop! If we open fire, that thing will tear Ross to bits!"
Moore lowered his rifle and layed it down, slowly, as not to alarm the Drakojan. He held his arms wide apart, to signify he was harmless and moved forward slowly towards the Drakojan. His brown, almost orange skin had textures of black tiger stripes, the underbelly a very dark brown, almost black. He wore standard tribal gear. An earring from which long cloth strips dangled from, highly decorated wrist and arm bands with Akeshi tribal writing and runes and a necklace with various little items, possibly decorations reflecting his rank. The only weapons he carried were long, thin, needle-like spears which he wore on a belt around his right upper leg, meant to quickly drain the blood of a wounded animal and a tribal wristgun on his left
Dzerzhinski's Heirs Ch.2On a lonesome road on the land, Private Jimmy Sanchez cursed the bad luck his Regiment had. They had the order to move into Berlin, because for some reason, someone in a higher office decided to reinforce the garrison. For reasons way beyond his understanding, his US-Army Infantry Regiment was allowed to do the trip by road. However, both karma and wasteful american motors being a bitch, some douche had miscalculated the amount of fuel needed for the trip and the entire convoy was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Also known as Pommerania.Dzerzhinski's Heirs Ch.2 by redprussian
Finding fuel now, was the priority because it would be embarrasing if the entire unit would need to be refueled by the commies, because of a buerocratic accident. The problems with finding fuel were plenty. First of all, the lack of suburbs. All the cities were centralized and planned through, just like in the FRG. It was a very German thing to concentrate infrastructure in urban centers/large villages and leave the nature around it untouched by urbani
This is the gallery you submit all your weapon art they can be weapons you have made up your self they don't have to be real ones.
This is where you submit Art work featuring a soldier ... or more, Again they don't have to exist so if you have made your own country as my brother Darksnipermatt has you can draw your soldier in the uniform of his/her imaginary country.
This is where you submit art of Vehicles like tanks and so on again they can be completely made up
This is where you submit pictures involving monster and so on Like a werewolf soldier or a soldier battling a dragon for example. But they don't just have to be werewolves and dragons they can be any thing even some thing you made up as long as the picture has a military theme to it!
Have fun creating your art work!
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