Sorry I’ve been gone so long. The new crusades began, and there was plenty opposition to be had. I was felt on the Broadcast, swam in the Creek, and had lobster in Chinatown. What does all this mean to you? Likely nothing, because you weren’t there! But to me, it meant one thing: killin. Yup, killin. The Creek was a bit intimidating at first, with all its snipers unseen and a lack of cover from above. But once I got the hang of things, me and my new best friend, the Barrett .50 Cal, made us many enemies around there. Barrett and I got so close I even no-scoped a couple unlucky bastards who tired of having their brains blown out and ran through my claymores to get at me. The kills piled up quickly. On a visit to Chinatown, I picked up a shotty, and finished a quest with it, right after finishing a quest with the M14. Needless to say, it proved to be a fortuitous expedition. This may be getting close to the end of my transmissions from the field, as we’ve lost some fighters to Liberty City, but I’ll hang in as long as I can. Shane03 out.

Did it again. Went prestige. After all, what’s the point of starting if you not gonna take it someplace? Besides, too many of those ugly badged 1st prestigers out there for my liking. I felt I needed to distance myself a bit. Not sure how far I’ll take it, but maybe to one of the nicer looking ones (4, 6 or 8). Not 10 tho. Don’t need a target on my back. Plus the big yellow cross don’t impress me. I’m already up 18 though, so it won’t be long for the next one. I thought it’d be harder, but knowing how to kill, and not be killed, and working the challenges makes it easier. I still don’t like not having the red dot sights, but I’m efficient enough to do damage. As far as the battles, I’ve done some killin, become a much better team player, as evidenced by the high number of assists (or am I just a crummy shot?). Nothing more to report … for now.

Just had my best TDM (by kills) this morning. I was hanging on, knew I needed to pull out, but my eye was still sharp and my rifle still had ammo, so I kept shooting. In a quiet moment I even heard birds chirping. Then, my mates and I ran into a Showdown, a spot I usually find myself overmatched, but I didn’t give a F@%!, so I equipped my G3C6, then prepared to double tap some heads, dig it?

The enemy was hyperaggressive, and I kept mowing them down as they entered the tunnel, 5, 10, 15 before they figured maybe they should toss smoke or a frag or something. I slowly fell back after the first five, evaded the ‘nades, droppped prone, and kept firing.

Picked up a RPD and kept going. Took a loss or two, but I was back at it with an airstrike, heli, see some tangos creeping up on my mates to their 6, put them down, then heaved a ‘nade of my own into the tunnel. Stunned combatants stumble into my line of fire: down, down, down they went. In a fit of desperation they bum rushed us, and we took losses, but by the time the smoke cleared my line was 26-3-8. Not bad I’d say.

Not the 19-2-1 I dropped months ago, but more satisfying because of the fatigue, the conditions and the fact that the G3C6 came through in the clutch. Will I choose it over the M16?

Hell NO!

But if I have to pick one up off a dead tango, I know heads will continue to roll with frequency…

Went Prestige the other day. Wasn’t sure how it was going to feel, giving up what I’d worked so hard for. After having to say yes bout 4 times, I finally flipped from 55 to 1. Fortunately I rediscovered an old friend: the M16. After struggling with lesser weapons, M and I went on some serious killin sprees.

The lack of recoil made for some accurate shots, and with my keen eye, no one was truly safe but them damn snipers. Some Noobs hung too close together; they all three felt the melancholic pain of my M, before watching their deaths on the KillCam. A couple even foolishly returned to their previous locations, to get killed again. This only led to more airstrikes and helicopters.

I’m a selective shooter, so my numbers weren’t as high as I’d like, but my deaths (and my k/d ratio) are consistently the lowest, so whatever. Thinkin about starting a clan. Right now, I’m a clan of One, which only goes so far. Maybe I will start a clan…

I kill with my MP44, with frag grenades, my P90, RPD, M5, and, when things get tight, my blade. I’ve bled in the Bog, crawled through pipes before the Ambush, lay prone with my Dragonov in Overgrown grass, ran like a madman through the Pipeline, and called in my share of airstrikes through a Downpour. Mine is the Call of Duty, the call to arms that I enjoy.

But it wasn’t always fun, and it isn’t always fun. I’ve been blown to bits more times than I can count (but I put it up around 3000, give or take). I’ve been shot in the head, fallen down missile shafts, had my throat slit, taken shots from my teammates and blown up those same teammates with a single grenade. It’s not a pretty job, but someone has to do it. Some people don’t necessarily approve of me being in this line of work, or even that so many have to do it, but I gain a certain joy from knowing that not everyone is cut out for this.

To my peers, holla if you see me someplace in the field. To my enemies, I got you in the crosshairs, and don’t worry, you’ll go down as KIA, unless I hit you with a grenade. Then, my friend, MIA it is…

- Ryu Out

Hell yeah!

Whassup! You reading Shane Surtain, the rookie WR about to shock the world, baby! I got drafted in April by none other than the San Diego Chargers, yo! Do you know what that means?
It means I just got one of the plushest jobs in the BIZ! I get to pancake fools for LT (that’s LaDainian Tomlinson to the non-initiated).
The whole experience has been wild son! I ran a smokin’ 40-yard-dash (4.36), but I had a cramp during the lifting portion of my workout, and could only put up 225 6 times. I can do WAY MORE THAN THAT son! So scouts think I’m weak, but fast. They also better know I’m hella smart: I aced the Wonderlic, kid! I hear even Tom Brady ain’t do that, and everybody think HE smart (maybe not EVERYBODY. I mean, he did knock up Bridget Moynihan, and F it up so bad she naming the boy after HER and not him!).
The regular season is nearly upon us, and training camp has actually been a blast, and you never hear anyone sayin that! I get to pancake the hell out of Quentin Jammer everyday, or just plain dust him off. In one-on-one drills, he may be tough, but in the game, I smash his little ass. I finally caught a touchdown in our preseason game against the Seahawks. Marcus Trufant weak ass couldn’t cover me with a blanket and a handgun! I juked him inside, flagged P-Riv (Phil Rivers, to those who don’t know), headed to the pylon and caught that joint yo! Some cornerback tried to tackle me. ME!?!? I waved his little ass off and took it in. The only play that topped that was when I smashed two defenders as LT was running the Z FLANK, JUKE STABSTEP, Y BLAST 23 GO, which is really just him running offtackle left. LT juked some fool in the backfield, as I flattened some hapless Rams corner (who CAN CONFIRM I’m stronger than 6 reps on the bench), then took on Leonard Little (or some other big ass defensive tackle) as LT broke down the sidelines for a 99 yard score.
All I got to say is it’s gonna be a hella good year son!

- Peace, yo!

She handles it well

As i’m taking a quick rest, Rachel is continuing her search for Alma, the Greater Fiend chick, who apparently sprouted wings and some other, more violent parts. So she kicks ass a bit, mainly human this time, and collects hella funds for doing so.
She goes on a shopping spree (women and shopping: no surprise!) and buys earrings or all sorts for the battle ahead. These earrings ain’t just cute though; they’re power ups. She needs them, cause some of those pissed off black ninjas show up, to loosen her up for the final battle with this weird German-lookin cat with twin Berettas and the biggest trifocals I’ve seen since 1985.
Before they fight, he teases her about her sister. He kicks ass some, shoots her full of holes and sends her to training for a bit. But before she eventually vanquishes him he runs, like a coward…
The sprits awaken me later that day, telling me to return to the scene of my last victory. So I do so, find plenty of goodies, including a new ninpo magic, and wind up, after some twists for sure, fighting but who? Alma. This chick is UGLY! She obviously got the brains, if you feel me. She’s packing magic, wild blue tendrils, pointy yellow, um, ta-tas and some serious skin discoloration. She hurls beams from the monastery at me, as well as pink orbs of deadly energy.
A little bit of stick and move later, I got her where I want her. But before I can strike the fatal blow, Rachel shows up, and asks to let her do it. I back off, and Rachel flakes, but not before this chick blows her top, literally. Blue light shoots from her head and blows the roof off the building, sending the city into panic. I tell Rachel to get away from me, and I dip. But damn Doku shows up and kidnaps Rachel, talkin’ bout using her cursed blood. All I know is this: If he harm the twins, I’m going to cut his blue glowing balls off!
But promises aside; I have work to do.
After my little battle with Alma, the whole city is put on lockdown, and bayonette-waving soldiers are swarming the streets looking for a Master Ninja with hella skills and a bad disposition, (and also SO PRETTY!). So, I’m creepin’ on a come up for real. I take some hits from these crazy fools - who love to try to degut you with the blades on their weapons - but deal with them. The heat is on, and I even sweated one bead of sweat, and almost killed a civilian who jumped out from an alley. Just playin, but it is seriously tense.
Bradley Fighting Vehicles are all over the place, with bug-eyed military men ready to leap out and fire bazookas at me. I can’t say I avoided them all, but I did WAY MORE DAMAGE to the soldiers than they did to me. I have the severed heads to prove it. After all this is said and done, I get to the gates to the rest of the city, and have to face soldiers behind Gatlin guns, bazooke-wielding snipers and a couple regular ol’ foot soldiers. Then, for dessert, I get another battle with fat-metal man, who now smacks me with his gun, has this brutal blitz thing, can create an energy field around his big fat ass, along with air suport (missile-loaded helicopters.).
Again with the stick and move, and again he’s dead. For my troubles I get a stronger bow, and entrance into the rest of the city, to who knows what?

- Ryu Out

I trained. And I trained some more. I mean, I really whupped some shadow ninja ass! I slashed and leapt and flung imaginary enemies all around that damn crpyt. And you know what? It paid off. I powered up the twins, Death and Warrant, and commenced to kickin’ undead dino ass. Because I really hate dinosaurs. REALLY. I mean like really, really, like really … you get the point.
So, from there, I’m headed to get a brief breather (30 minutes maybe, cause, damn, even I need a break from this crazyness!), while getting an update on Rachel’s situation. Rachel, since last I’ve seen her, has cleaned up after being swallowed by the slimy tree trunk, and looks quite stunning as she kills overwhelmed soldiers. She even picked up some sorcery, but hasn’t had the chance to use it.
I’m quite interested to see how she does with her crazy half-dead sister. I’ll keep you posted.

- Ryu out

So check this out: I go into the monastery grounds through the hole the slimy tree trunk left, and find more pissed off Fiends, running around. I slice them, they die. Then I head into the structure.

It’s all flying butresses and stain-glass windows. No time for a art history lesson though, cause the Fiends have picked up a leader, and it’s a floating grim-reaper with a sickle, and the ability to phase in and out, reappearing behind me. After a bit of hacking, they’re dead. There are books about the history of Fiends, which I take … because I do enjoy a funny read … and move onto the bishop’s room with the safe. The code to unlocking it lays on the desk, but there’s plenty opposition before I get there.

After spraying the walls green with Fiend blood, I open the safe, take the book, place it in the shelf (I know, how typical!) and leap down the crypt it opens to fight some glowing spirits. These spirits give good cash, so I kill, leave the room and kill again, and again, and again … for a while.

Then I go see my blacksmith, and power up my lunar (staff) and the twin blades. I’m also buying plenty of potions, cause my gut tells me it’s about to get hairy. And it does! A giant boulder chases me down a narrow path, lined with spikes (a la Indiana Jones), leading me into a room with a spiraling path and a HUGE FREAKIN’ skeleton of a T-Rex or something. I get bad feelings about this one… So, down the path, minor opposition - especially with my new and improved lunar - until I get to the room with the shiny cup (they callin it the Holy Grail, any more of this and I’ll swap my ninja gear for a whip and a stupid hat).

In here there are big angry red mosquitoes, which die by my boomerang shuriken, followed by some big bony zombies, which try to get my brain. They even packin weapons - big ass axes and bow and arrows, as if eating my brain wasn’t enough. My path back is lined with them, and they never stop coming. So I do what any halfway intelligent ninja master would do - I run. After a battle to get back to the big room, I place the Holy Grail on the special altar, and viola! I get to face one big, now suddenly alive, dinosaur. I’m really sick of freakin dinosaurs! He shows me I require a bit more training, but not before I kick a lil ass along the way.

- Ryu out