Continue this story.

[Sirrus]

I started this story on a whim. A story about a sniper (I know, I know, boring) Anyway, I'm still going in the story itself, but here's the first major chunk. Take it from here. (Someone write a paragraph or so and the next person pick it up)

(and no 'u kil urself ur ded hurr hurr hurr' posts. A kitten gets cancer every time someone makes an idiotic post like this)

    Breathe. Don't think. Point and shoot. The sniper lay on his stomach, as most do. He was waiting, again, as most do. His job was simple. The higher ups had done all the thinking, the hard stuff. His job was to pull the trigger. The hard stuff.
    Why he had decided to do this, he would never fully understand. The fact was that right now, he had to pull the trigger, hit his target, or else he would be in a bad way with some worse people. There was a good chance that if he didn't accomplish his task, there would be someone else pulling the trigger on him.
    "Target in sight, blowing the window in five..."
    The seconds slowed. Breathe, don't think, point and shoot.
    "Four..."
    Why did I do this?
    "Three..."
    stuff. This is really going to happen.
    "Two..."
    forget. Stop breathing. Steady the gun. Acquire the target.
    "One."
    The window in front of him shattered into a million pieces as the small charge broke the window. Time slowed. The explosion had not created fire and plumes, as you might expect, but created a loud bang. His target looked at him. He looked at his target.
    Breathe. Don't think. Point and shoot.

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[Plasmus]

Suddenly,he realizes he had shot the mayor,he hears sirens,one a cop,anotehr an ambulance.
He runs for his life,waiting to be caught.But alas,he was not.he ran all the way to a cliff.
He fell.
continue THAT!

[Sirrus]

*sigh*
Why did I expect this to be serious?

[Lt Chub Chub]

I have no idea, why? The majority of people who will post in this will just post crap like that. Any ways nice start I may post a continuation in a minute or two (I'll write one after I post this).

Every thing moves as if the world were encased in Jell-O. You stare at the target, he stares at you, and your bullet speeds for his head. You know the speed at which your 50-caliber shell is speeding towards his head but it seems to just hang in the air between you and him so you stare on. What seems like forever but was really just a few milliseconds after you pulled the trigger a man pushes into your target trying to grab his wallet during the panic the window smasher charge caused in the streets bellow. stuff, you think, as time seems to speed up then fast forward. You watch as you bullet goes through the would-be pickpocket’s head and out into your targets right shoulder. You run, you run like you never ran before through the door of the rented apartment turned sniper encampment, down the stairs, and to the man whole out behind the building. You were screwed. You messed up big time and your employers weren’t going to be to happy. Not only did your target survive he now new he was a target, he also had ample time to see his would-be killers face before he was hit. If he gave any one who knew any thing a description of the shooter you would be found out, and with you your employers. They would want you dead, for as you knew all to well, dead men point no fingers.

Then you die hur dur 8D.

I would have kept going but it wasn't all that great and you would have been mad about me hogging the topic. And just a bit of advice: who ever posts next should probably say something about him scouting out the apartment before hand and having noted the sewer as a possible escape route.

[Sirrus]

You kinda of remind me of me a year or two ago, writing wise.

On a side note: a fifty caliber sniper rifle?

[Lt Chub Chub]

Dur ya.... I don't know what time pereiod theis was meant to be in and the only names of sniper rifles I could bring to mind was the German and the Russian snipers from world war two so I just said it shot a 50-cal. bullet and left it at that. Oh and sorry about the lack of indents
I was to lazy to add any in.

[Zlovicha]

As you run down the streets of Berlin, you could hear the distant sirens and shouts of the cops. You sprint into a rusty, old looking building and pull out your Mp5-Ras. You run up the stairs as fast as possible, preparing to defend yourself. Suddenly, a grenade is thrown in through the window next to you, they know you are here. You throw the grenade back and hear the distant explosions and screams of the cops as they fly into the air. The next thing you know, the cops opened a hellfire of bullets around you, shatttering anything that could be broken. As you crawl to the doorway, a stray bullet hits your gun, shatteringit apart.

I'm too lazy to write more :(

[Lord Templar]

I made an epic illustration for the story so far...

[Lt Chub Chub]

-snip-

Thanks for killing the whole paid 'sniper with lots of doubts about what he is doing' thing oh and I guess the whole 'he is good enough that he allways has a back way out even if its a sewer thing' had to go as well. [/sarcasm]

[Zlovicha]

:(

[Antallion]

u kil urself ur ded hurr hurr hurr

[CopBlock]

You whisper "stuff..",as the bullets rained down,you pulled out your glock17(only handgun name I know)side arm.You quickly looked out a window,you saw a car,you jumped for it.
"BANG"You crashed into the roof,and the car went faster,throwing you at the end of the car!You griped the liccence plate(spelling?) and swing under the car."Buzz,buzz"A cop(that is whos after us right?)was trying to call the chief on the radio he had."Sir,the target is dead."
"How?"
"He dived onto a car,fell off,was covered in glass and bleeding,and into the sewer(looked like it but he's under the car still)"
"Get all the men in there,now!"
"Yes sir!,Men get in the sewer,were hunting for a rat."
That good?
EDIT:I made it to where it can keep going from Lt Chub Chub's part or StarNaccele252's part.

[CopBlock]

Bump.

[Monty]

The end.

[onyx6]

Epilogue?