Chapter 1: Don't Mess With Rookie.
A small village in Maine.
"Hey, uh sarge, what are you doing in there?!?!"
"I'm kinda occupied. I'm busy repla-"
"Sarge!!!! The whole US Army just called an order to exterminate this squad!!!"
"What did you say Private!?" Sgt. Smith said as he came out of the abandoned house's bathroom”
Private Berton looked at his Sargent suspiciously. “S-s-Sarge w-what were you doing in there?”
“Uh, what did you think I was doing?” Smith replied.
US Maine Armory Outpost #2
A lonely officer walked in front of a row of armory.
He got an Idea.
“Hey, what if I opened up one of these armory rooms and took a kick a-” He said out loud as his radio came on.
“No.”
“B-”
“No.”
“Can I j-”
“NO!!”
“Whats you're prob dude?”
“Johnson, you just got here, now you are acting like... Well... You. Anyway, we found that outcast squad, they are in a missile test house.”
“Take 'em out!?”
“No, Sargent Clover says we gotta to tactical procedures and stuff. Sarge said to g- oh hold on...
Ugh, we going now, get the armory open! Also, they accidentally sent an air strike to the house.”
Johnson grabbed his keys and jammed them into Armory Vault #2.
Ruins of a village in Maine
“Hey, Prime, nice going on leading us into a house, about to be shelled!” Smith said.
“Sorry, I thought it was a good ide- wait, what were you doing in the bathroom?”
“see this?” Sargent said as he held up a fishing string. “This is what you can do with a hook, a harpoon launcher jammed into a sniper rifle and sniper training.”
Smith kept pulling the string until it he held up a key on the end marked as “AMORY KEYS”.
Before anyones eyes, except Private Berton, he saw it all. A flash of light, some ricochet noises and two half's of a key. One half was marked “ARMOP”, the other marked “\Y KEYS”.
“What the hell just happened!?!?” Preston yelled.
Private Parts (he got the nick name for being a total idiot during training. His real name is Genile)
said “Hey, I think that was a sniper with... Exploding s-she-”
“Private, this is not the time to start freaking out!!!” It took everyone at least ten seconds for them to realize that Private was dead.
Sargent remembered someone.
“Where is that one rookie? You know, the one with the “LEET Snipuh skills”.
Small St., the intact part of the village
“Damn, hit the key!” the marine said as he reloaded his rifle.
The marine took his radio out. “Target in position. Firing and- wait, I heard something...” Thats what his Sargent heard before the gunshots and a teenager yelling “I just poned your crappy skills noob!”.
Chapter 2: Remember Me?
US Maine Armory Outpost #2, Perimeter
“Johnson, I told you not to bring your car keys when you came here!!!” Garold's friend
said.“sorry, Pete! I thought the armory keys were right there!” Garold said as he looked into the distance,
Garold Johnson also known as “Gjkillah214” on his games, is an idiotic troop.
He joined the army for “chicks” instead, he got a round to the leg.
“Yo, Pete, do you hear someone talking over the hills?”
“No, I will go check though” Pete said as he walked over the hill.
Johnson looked at the hill, when he saw Pete's head coming up over the hill.
“Was there anything there?!” Johnson yelled, until he noticed that his friend had been decapitated, the enemy holding his head.
“Oh stuff, seriously?”
“IceMastah1337 owns again!!!”
Johnson looked out and saw the troop in the distance and yelled “Wait, IceMastah1337??? Dude!!! I'm Gjkillah214!!! Remember?”
Chapter 3: Cars, Not Blackhawks.
“Stop that!” Smith said as Prime threw a grenade into the air repeatedly.
“So, Smith, how do we get out of here?”
“The same way we got here, a helicopter, a UH-60 Blackhawk to be exact.”
Prime chuckled.
“Get to the cho-”
“Prime, don't even say it.” Sargent yelled.
Prime thought of something.
“Hey, didn't we lose power to when we landed?”
“Yeah, we could have got to fix it but no- we had to land here because of you.” replied Sargent Smith.
Berton came through the door with a worried face.
“Berton, what is it?” asked Smith.
“Well, the mechanic you found thought the helicopter was like a car, therefor, totally stuffting out the piece of junk.” Berton answered.
Everyone ran outside to see what happened.
“C'mun min, I cennut work in a helehcupter! I am used t' cars 'n' stuff! Stip mekin' me do this min!”
the confused villager.
Preston, with his engineering skills, told everyone to go inside.
Inside a house that was hit with an air-strike... once
Berton looked around.
“Hey, you think Prime can pull it off?” Berton asked.
Sargent was about to reply when he got cut off by a gunshot.
They all busted outside.
“Prime!!! What happened?!?! Where is the mechanic?!? Whos that with Ron?!?” Sargent yelled out.
“Uh, apparently, Ron got himself a little friend from the Internet.” Prime responed.
Sargent wasn't relived
“What the hell happened to the villager, and what was that gun shot?” Sargent asked.
Rookie (Ron) smiled happily. “Prime asked the man if he had the balls to do it, then he sho-”
“Shut the hell up!” Prime whispered to him.
“All that matters is I got the chopper fixed and we can move out!”
Chapter 4: Prime For The Win!
“Guys, s-something is wrong.” Prime said as he attempted to fly the helicopter.
“Prime, I don't like the feeling about that!” Sargent yelled.
Prime looked at them. He turned around opened a box chest labeled “AMMO” then checked to see if the villager's corps was still there, and the villager's shot up genitals.
“Wait, Prime, did you put this stuff on auto-pi”
He finished the rest... after they crashed.
Prime looked around.
“Guys, anyone here?!” Prime said.
Prime was alone in a dewy field, or he wasn't alone if you included a mechanic's body.
Prime screamed when he heard “Min! Why ded you shut meh deeck min!? Why ded you shove me in theh box!? There was tons of sharp ammo and shet!”
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