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So, next episode will be out.... soon?
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"What's the situation?"
"Two blokes and a $@ load of cutlery!" |
Got this confused with the other story.
Now I get to start this one from the beginning. |
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Keep up the good work
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I'm enjoying this. Thanks.
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bump
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"What's the situation?"
"Two blokes and a $@ load of cutlery!" |
Charter Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
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*sigh*
Halffast updated his story, so I guess now I gotta become productive again. I'm working on the next chapter, but I'm not making any promises on when it'll be posted. It gets done when it gets done. |
"America is at that awkward stage where it's too late to change things from within, but too early to shoot the bastards."
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That's fine, as long as "when it gets done" means "by tomorrow".
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"What's the situation?"
"Two blokes and a $@ load of cutlery!" |
Evidently not. Keep your shirt on -- I'm sure that he's working on it. Or reloading. Or tiling his bathroom. Or something equally important. |
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Any more yet?
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Dear Swindle1984,
You are a turd. Please add a new chapter. Regards, Milsurpninja |
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Grrrrrr.....
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I've been waiting since October for a new chapter. I've re-read the story twice now! GIMMIE!
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He ran out of 'raktajeeno' again.
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Take your kids to the range with you EVERYTIME.
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Charter Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
TX, USA
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I've kinda had issues, like a relative getting cancer, a few other people dying, rearranging the house for Christmas, and trying to get enrolled for the next semester getting in my way. New chapter will be posted when I get around to it.
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"America is at that awkward stage where it's too late to change things from within, but too early to shoot the bastards."
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All comments are made with good intentions/humor intended. Hope your situation improves.
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Take care of what needs to be done, Swindle.
Know that the "dogs" will continue to pant and salivate. Michael |
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It's no longer a question of "if".... it's a question of "when"!
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Swindle,
You're doing fine with the story so far. It's coming along nicely, and you've made it interesting and engrossing. Keep it up! Take care of your priorities. When you're done with them, we'll still be here, ready to read more. Thank you! 1gewehr |
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GREAT READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have used my saturday night dedicated to reading this story! I haven't read a book that has made me have such gut reactions. You really brought me right into the story. I have been lucky enough until just now, that I haven't had to wait for the next chapter. This actually sucks now! I'm getting the shakes and cold sweats waiting for the next fix! You are a hell of a writer! I dig the movie quotes too! English mother fucker! I personally would like to request a happy ending for the main characters! Keep up the good work! Oh and hurry up! Semper Fi **************SEMI SPOILER******* I have to say I liked the way you killed off Frank originally, but I see how the revised way flows better/easier. |
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ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
In WWII, Tarawa was occupied by the Japanese, and starting on Nov 20, 1943 US Marines landed on Tarawa and suffered heavy losses. The Marines secured the island after three days of intense fightin |
Good story :)
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I love the Pulp Fiction reference "ENGLISH MOTHER FUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?"
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God gave you two ears and one mouth so you could LISTEN more than TALK.
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit |
Keep it coming.
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Charter Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
TX, USA
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SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!
At Arfcom dragway and shooting range! This Sunday night only, Swindle adds another frigging chapter! Don't miss it! Be there, or be square! SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! Yeah, despite all the crap that's been going on (one thing after another, and all of it serious), Sunday I will have time to sit down and write out the next chapter of The Survivor. I'll be moving back on campus for the spring semester, so it'll actually go up later Sunday night/early Monday morning (like, 2 am). It's gonna start out slow, and finish epic. This story is coming to an end soon, folks. After the final chapter (still a ways off, don't worry) is posted, I'll condense the whole story into one spot in its own thread so people can read it all at once. I'll also be adding a poll to this thread or something in regards to rewriting the chapter where Frank gets offed. |
"America is at that awkward stage where it's too late to change things from within, but too early to shoot the bastards."
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did you mean sunday the 13th, and miss the date, or sunday the 20th, and are well on the way to making that date?
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Originally Posted by Hemi-Cuda
They call it bird shot because it is similar to having 33 eagles fly directly into your chest, full speed, on pcp, after being summon by satan. |
Charter Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
TX, USA
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I meant the 20th, but I've got enough of the chapter written it may be posted as early as tomorow since I only have one class then. |
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"America is at that awkward stage where it's too late to change things from within, but too early to shoot the bastards."
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I'll get the coffee ready
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Swindle,
I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy your writing! Your story has really sucked me in. Cheers, Craig |
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Hmmm..... coffee is cold. Moving to hot choclate. Good read swindle! |
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Charter Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
TX, USA
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Sorry guys, some stuff came up and this is a big chapter. If it keeps getting any bigger on me, I may just finish the entire story in one go. So bear with me, this is taking a while to work out and real life keeps interfering.
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"America is at that awkward stage where it's too late to change things from within, but too early to shoot the bastards."
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Hey man, real life is more important. Just remember you've got a lot of fans who appreciate your work, so when you've got the time we'll be waiting.
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"What's the situation?"
"Two blokes and a $@ load of cutlery!" |
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So whats the ETA of it?
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Swindle1984,
I was sitting around yesterday waiting on a job to come in and read your story. Good job, I am really digging this story line. I have a suggestion....how about a letter from Blake to Penthouse Forum like so: Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought it could happen to me....I have been holed up in a nuclear missle silo for so long and the woman of my dreams popped into my arms one day. I watched her on one of my many cameras throughout my house, which in itself was a turn on. When we finally "hit it", it was like nothing I had ever experienced before...... Whaddya think? |
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Well Hung American كافر
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Charter Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
TX, USA
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I'd actually mail it in for a laugh, but then the cops and some guys in white coats would probably be knocking on my door a day or two later. I've decided that it's taking too long to do the whole chapter as I had intended, so I'm gonna divide it into chunks just so you guys have SOMETHING to show for all your patience and support. |
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"America is at that awkward stage where it's too late to change things from within, but too early to shoot the bastards."
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Blake slammed the box of frozen meat onto the counter and shook his hands vigorously to get some feeling to return to them. He'd spent ten minutes in the walk-in freezer looking for this very box, and he was darned if he was going to get frost bite over it.
"Sweetie, I'm telling you for a fact, the next time I hear someone using tacospeak, I'm shooting his ass." Beth rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh before walking out of the kitchen into the room where the girls were getting a movie ready. Sarah walked in and stood at Blake's elbow watching him cut the box open and remove the individually packaged steaks from within. "Why do you have that smile?" Blake chuckled as he set the steaks down and closed the box up again and replied, "Because I'm probably the only living man who consistently wins arguments with his woman." Sarah stared at him quizzically, then shook her head and headed back to the living room, muttering something like, "you're weird". Blake just chuckled to himself again. She'd get it in a few years. Now this, he thought, was going to be a dinner worthy of a king! Or at least, comparatively so, given what most people would be going through after the attack. For a microsecond, Blake considered the fact that he and his would be eating well while the people he'd allowed to live above them were subsisting off of MRE's, water, a handful of vegetables, and whatever game they shot. His conscious twinged for about as long, and then he simply didn't give a crap. He'd been saving this dinner for a while. He had even more exotic foods stored away and it wasn't too different from the skillet dinners, canned goods, or instant meals they'd been living on before, but he decided that tonight was a special occasion, and for no real reason other than he wanted it to be one. Tonight, they were having steaks, instant mashed potatoes, homemade brown gravy, and canned whole corn. Nothing elaborate, but it was a special treat indeed. He cracked open a Dr. Pepper as he set the steaks in the microwave to defrost and dug around in the pantry for a can of corn. ------------------- Dinner had been superb. The potatoes were a little bland, the corn tasted slightly metallic due to the long time it had been sitting on the shelf, but the steaks were excellent. They'd all sat on the couch, eating off tv trays, and watching The Princess Bride, which the girls had voted on. Afterwards, while the girls cleaned the dishes and Blake did his evening check of the silo and its systems, Beth got on the radio for her daily contact. Blake nearly choked on the piece of pockey he'd been eating when he thought no one was looking when Beth came running up and tackled him from behind, squeeling. "What the crap?! What's wrong? Or, what's right, I guess?" "It's over! It's over!" Blake put his hands on Beth's shoulders to stop her from bouncing up and down for a few seconds and asked, "What's over?" "The national emergency! FEMA, the National Guard, and the President all declared the national emergency over! They're even restoring power and water to most of the major cities! They say everything should be back to normal in just over a year! There's only a couple areas that are still under martial law, but they're small and Europe has been sending food and supplies and- it's over!" Taking a few seconds to let it sink in, Blake finally grinned and hugged her tightly. "That's great! It only took them, what, a little over two years? And here most of us crazy survivalist types thought this sort of thing was permanent!" Beth resumed bouncing up and down and squeeling, then paused for breath. "It means we can go home!" Several seconds passed, with Blake standing there awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. Beth continued grinning for a moment, then it all drained out of her face. "Oh. Right." They seperated from one another and Beth wandered back to the radio, while Blake turned around and mechanically checked the silo's systems. Great. That was going to bother the crap out of him for days on end. --------------- They had informed Bob and his group of the announcement, including local announcements about how it was safe for people to return to their homes in town. They spent several days packing and wondering how to get back home. Blake didn't care much, just as long as they eventually left. He just wanted things to go back to just the four of them in the silo. He and Beth had remained silent on the issue of going home, which Blake thought was stupid since she probably didn't have a home still standing and, like most of his family, all of her family had been vaporized in one of the nuclear attacks. However, they finally decided that the best thing for the girls would be if they found their parents or closest living relatives. Beth thought it best to keep it a secret from them so as not to get their hopes, and Blake agreed. Personal information wasn't supposed to be given out over the radio during an emergency, but Beth inquired about it and the operator at the other end said he'd see what he could do to get permission. A short time later, he gave the go ahead and she gave him both girl's full names and addresses. According to the operator at the other end, it would take anywhere from several days to two weeks to track down relatives. That was fine with Beth. Next she asked about arranging transportation for some other people who wanted to return to their homes. The operator told her to get their names and addresses and if their homes were still in habitable condition, they could arrange transportation in several days. If their homes weren't safe to live in, they would be put up in a nearby hotel that had power and water and allowed to salvage personal possessions from their homes while someone tried to find the nearest living relative or friend who could house them on a long-term basis. She thanked him and signed off, grabbed a pen and sheet of paper, and went up into the house to spread the good news and get their home information. ------------------------------ Days later, the operator at the other end finally got back to them with information on the girls. Melissa's father, William Gillespie Jr., had been alive as of three months ago, but died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the wound. All other relatives had been missing since the attack and were presumed dead. Blake had Beth pass on to him that when it was reasonable to get around to it, he'd like adoption papers to be drafted. The operator snorted and replied that it was an unlikely formality; so many people had died and hooked up since the attack, that the government had basically just stopped giving a crap about official marriages, adoptions, etc. It would have been too much paperwork for a beuracracy that loved paperwork before the nation had lost chunks of its infrastructure. He also informed them that in three days, some time around noon, transportation for Bob and his friends and family would arrive to take them home in the next county over. --------------------- Three days passed, and it was actually just after two in the afternoon by the time a battered school bus and a HMVEE with a National Guardsman manning an M-60 on top pulled up in front of Bob's cabin. Blake wanted as few people as possible to know where he lived and had convinced Bob and the others of the importance of being on their own property when transportation arrived. Several soldiers disembarked from their vehicle and cautiously approached the group standing there. Bob stepped in front of the group and interposed himself between the soldiers and civilians. "I got only one question for ya. Are you going to take our guns before you allow us on that bus?" A corporal, apparently the soldier in charge, shook his head. "No sir, that isn't necessary. We've had way too many issues with people shooting at us over that, so unless you have a felony record, we let everyone keep their guns. Our only requirement is that you keep every firearm unchambered before boarding the bus." Bob pondered this for a moment, then shook his head and ejected the clip from his M1 Garand. The others followed suit, unloading their guns, but it was notable that guns that could be left loaded but unchambered were done so. Once the National Guardsmen were satisfied that the guns were as safe as they were going to get, they let everyone onto the bus with their things. The corporal turned to Blake, who had conspicuously not unloaded his FNC, and had not joined the others in boarding the bus. "Aren't you coming, sir?" "Nope. I'm staying here. I like it out here. It isn't exactly quiet, but it's better than most places, I'd imagine." The corporal just shrugged and the troops mounted up again, both vehicles struggling to get turned around in the narrow drive before returning to the paved road and driving away towards town. Once he was sure they were out of sight, Blake pulled his ATV out from behind the brush he'd hidden it behind, started the engine, and drove back to his property, feeling rather pleased with himself. --------------------------------------- The man lowered his binoculars and made a final note in his notepad before rolling the window back up. "All right, we've confirmed the property is still occupied and the man matches the description of the property owner close enough. Let's get back to town; I'm starving." The other man nodded and put the SUV back into drive and pulled out of the clearing across from Blake's gate. |
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FIRST ONE IN!!
THANKS! ETA IBTE in before title edit |
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WOOOO!!!!!!!
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Welcome back. Thanks for keeping with it and I hope all has improved on the home front.
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Thanks, man. I was jonesing for a while. Feel much better now
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A chance to cut is a chance to cure
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thanks for another chapter
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MANY Thanks
hang in there with the real life stuff thats been going on good luck in school yes it was worth the wait i just wish my nails grew back quicker |
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Good stuff mayne ! now i got a taste again and I NEED more lol. Keep it up, i really enjoy this !
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Thanks for another chapter.
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Left us with the GD cliffhanger ending!!!!! Thanks for the newest chapter! Keep up the good work! Can't wait for the next chapter.
Semper Fi |
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ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
In WWII, Tarawa was occupied by the Japanese, and starting on Nov 20, 1943 US Marines landed on Tarawa and suffered heavy losses. The Marines secured the island after three days of intense fightin |
Major cliffhanger factor!!
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Take your kids to the range with you EVERYTIME.
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Any more chapters!
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