So There I Was Again (Also Not Very Serious)
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Yeah - I heard that if a thread is dormant more'n 23 minutes it goes to the bottom... ten minutes later the dreaded blue screen. To revive it the originator must come back from Canada and anything else he/she's doing and write some more - after begging for space.
tis troo.
Yeah - I heard that if a thread is dormant more'n 23 minutes it goes to the bottom... ten minutes later the dreaded blue screen. To revive it the originator must come back from Canada and anything else he/she's doing and write some more - after begging for space.
tis troo.Samurai Penguin
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So there I was, YET AGAIN....
...a new serial from Nightcrawler!
From the back cover:
Nightcrawler, a college student and part-time weapons dealer, posts an innocent, lighthearted serial on a firearms board. Soon, he ends up running for his life, as everyone demands that he continue his story, pronto. What is this strange power the seemingly innocent story has over government agents and gun freaks alike? Will he ever be able to finish it while still having enough effort left to put towards his studies? Will he ever pick up that girl at the club...?
...a new serial from Nightcrawler!
From the back cover:
Nightcrawler, a college student and part-time weapons dealer, posts an innocent, lighthearted serial on a firearms board. Soon, he ends up running for his life, as everyone demands that he continue his story, pronto. What is this strange power the seemingly innocent story has over government agents and gun freaks alike? Will he ever be able to finish it while still having enough effort left to put towards his studies? Will he ever pick up that girl at the club...?
Nick1911
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Hey I though there was going to be another up-date soon...?
Nick
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Nightcrawler
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Part Fourteen
I was in the process of formulating a plan on how to deal with the chemical weapons, the Luminous Path, and Agent French. In the mean time, however, I wasn't about to keep the stuff at my safehouse. I mean, it defeats the purpose of a safe house if you have nerve gas there, you know?
So I called some friends of mine. I couldn't simply call the Pentagon and tell them I had their nerve gas. I'd end up in prison for sure. However, it had to go back to the Army, lest it fall into the wrong hands yet again.
I had an angle, though. Losing chemical weapons is extremely embarrasing to Uncle Sam, in this age of terrorism we live in. So I called some friends of mine in the military. Real spooky guys with a lot of contacts. My dealings with them had begun a year or so before, and they occasionally came to me with requests for unusual pieces of hardware (weapons with no markings whatsoever, oddball calibers, etc.). Oddly enough, I could often get it to them faster than their regular channels could, and I sold it at a discount. In return, they helped keep the Feds off of my case.
I explained the situation to my friend, whom I'll only refer to as Mackie.
"Holy [EXPLETIVE DELETED]..." was his only response at first.
"That's about it," I said. "Can you help me?"
"We need to secure that truck ASAP."
"It's here whenever you want it. I'm keeping it as well protected as I can, but the Luminous Path and French's boys are bound to be looking for it. They'll find it eventually. You have to help me get it out of town."
"If you can get it to a remote spot, we can airlift the canisters out and take them off of your hands. You can keep the truck and the spoons."
"And I won't end up as somebody's girlfriend in the Fed Pen?"
"You have my word. My superiors are going to want to keep this quiet, and they'll be worried you'd squeal if you got arrested."
"You're right, I will. I'll tell them everything I know."
"Some high ranking people would lose their jobs, at the very least."
"Works out nicely for both of us then, hey? The Army gets their gas back, and I don't go to jail. Everybody wins." Mackie laughed.
"But..." I added. "Whereever this stuff came from needs to improve its security. God only knows who the Luminous Path was selling this stuff too."
"I can assure you, my friend, some heads will quietly roll over this. I can think of one general that's going to be a second louie before this is all over." He chuckled. "So where do you want us to pick up the goods?"
I thought for a moment, then gave Mackie the coordinates of a good spot. It was well away from the highway, and had a clearing large enough to land even a big helicopter.
So, everything arranged, Corwin and I once again set out with the truck. I'd had it for two days, and was more than happy to be getting rid of the gas. We drove it to the designated area, under the cover of darkness. The contact point was off of the highway, down a dirt road, along the edge of a large field on private property. Fortunately, the roads were all plowed and truck was unlikely to get stuck.
It was about a half hour's drive from town before we got to the arranged meeting point. I stopped my car, and Cowin stopped the truck right behind me. It was after six in the morning now, and the sun would be coming up before too long. I was anxious to get the goods out of there.
Getting out of the car, I looked around. The road ran parallel to a large field in the forest. I looked up the road, and down the road, and there was no one to be seen. The other side of the road was lined with thick forest, and I couldn't see anyone in there, either.
"Are they here?" Corwin asked, looking around in the twilight. "I can't see anyone." I grinned.
"YO, MACKIE!" I yelled into the darkeness, my breath forming a cloud in the cold morning air. A moment later, no less than eight dark figures, bearing weapons and wearing snow camouflage, stepped down from the snowbank and into the road. They had been not fifteen yards from us.
"Damn," Corwin said. The figures split up and encircled the truck, taking up defensive positions around it. One of them, a tall man bearing a scoped M14 rifle with a white-painted stock, slung his weapon and approached me. Corwin stepped back uncomfortably, but I looked at him and he relaxed. I knew this man.
"Hey, Mackie. Long time no see." Mackie took off his snow mask as walked up to us, and grinned.
"Glad you could make it."
"You guys got the drop on us pretty good."
"Feh..." Mackie replied. "We heard you coming two miles away. You call that covert?" He laughed.
"Where's your ride?" I asked him. "Unless you guys are planning on man-packing the canisters out of here."
"It's coming," he said. "We radioed as soon as we ID-ed you." As if on cue, I could hear the tell-tale thwup-thwup-thwup sound of a large helicopter approaching. A moment later, a dark gray MH-53J helicopter appeared over the treeline, and came to a hover over the field. Its tail was facing us as it set down in the snowy field.
The rear door of the Pave Low helicopter opened, and several guys ran out, plowing through the snow in the field, with sleds of some sort in tow. They opened up the back of the truck, and using a handtruck carted the drums of gas onto the sleds. Then, two men pulled each sled back through the snow to the helicopter. All four canisters were loaded on board in short order.
When the loading was complete, Mackie signaled his guys to get back onto the chopper. They quickly and quietly boarded the Pave Low.
"Well, this has been fun," Mackie said, "But I've got to be running. What are you going to do with the truck full of spoons?"
I grinned.
"Bait."
I was in the process of formulating a plan on how to deal with the chemical weapons, the Luminous Path, and Agent French. In the mean time, however, I wasn't about to keep the stuff at my safehouse. I mean, it defeats the purpose of a safe house if you have nerve gas there, you know?
So I called some friends of mine. I couldn't simply call the Pentagon and tell them I had their nerve gas. I'd end up in prison for sure. However, it had to go back to the Army, lest it fall into the wrong hands yet again.
I had an angle, though. Losing chemical weapons is extremely embarrasing to Uncle Sam, in this age of terrorism we live in. So I called some friends of mine in the military. Real spooky guys with a lot of contacts. My dealings with them had begun a year or so before, and they occasionally came to me with requests for unusual pieces of hardware (weapons with no markings whatsoever, oddball calibers, etc.). Oddly enough, I could often get it to them faster than their regular channels could, and I sold it at a discount. In return, they helped keep the Feds off of my case.
I explained the situation to my friend, whom I'll only refer to as Mackie.
"Holy [EXPLETIVE DELETED]..." was his only response at first.
"That's about it," I said. "Can you help me?"
"We need to secure that truck ASAP."
"It's here whenever you want it. I'm keeping it as well protected as I can, but the Luminous Path and French's boys are bound to be looking for it. They'll find it eventually. You have to help me get it out of town."
"If you can get it to a remote spot, we can airlift the canisters out and take them off of your hands. You can keep the truck and the spoons."
"And I won't end up as somebody's girlfriend in the Fed Pen?"
"You have my word. My superiors are going to want to keep this quiet, and they'll be worried you'd squeal if you got arrested."
"You're right, I will. I'll tell them everything I know."
"Some high ranking people would lose their jobs, at the very least."
"Works out nicely for both of us then, hey? The Army gets their gas back, and I don't go to jail. Everybody wins." Mackie laughed.
"But..." I added. "Whereever this stuff came from needs to improve its security. God only knows who the Luminous Path was selling this stuff too."
"I can assure you, my friend, some heads will quietly roll over this. I can think of one general that's going to be a second louie before this is all over." He chuckled. "So where do you want us to pick up the goods?"
I thought for a moment, then gave Mackie the coordinates of a good spot. It was well away from the highway, and had a clearing large enough to land even a big helicopter.
So, everything arranged, Corwin and I once again set out with the truck. I'd had it for two days, and was more than happy to be getting rid of the gas. We drove it to the designated area, under the cover of darkness. The contact point was off of the highway, down a dirt road, along the edge of a large field on private property. Fortunately, the roads were all plowed and truck was unlikely to get stuck.
It was about a half hour's drive from town before we got to the arranged meeting point. I stopped my car, and Cowin stopped the truck right behind me. It was after six in the morning now, and the sun would be coming up before too long. I was anxious to get the goods out of there.
Getting out of the car, I looked around. The road ran parallel to a large field in the forest. I looked up the road, and down the road, and there was no one to be seen. The other side of the road was lined with thick forest, and I couldn't see anyone in there, either.
"Are they here?" Corwin asked, looking around in the twilight. "I can't see anyone." I grinned.
"YO, MACKIE!" I yelled into the darkeness, my breath forming a cloud in the cold morning air. A moment later, no less than eight dark figures, bearing weapons and wearing snow camouflage, stepped down from the snowbank and into the road. They had been not fifteen yards from us.
"Damn," Corwin said. The figures split up and encircled the truck, taking up defensive positions around it. One of them, a tall man bearing a scoped M14 rifle with a white-painted stock, slung his weapon and approached me. Corwin stepped back uncomfortably, but I looked at him and he relaxed. I knew this man.
"Hey, Mackie. Long time no see." Mackie took off his snow mask as walked up to us, and grinned.
"Glad you could make it."
"You guys got the drop on us pretty good."
"Feh..." Mackie replied. "We heard you coming two miles away. You call that covert?" He laughed.
"Where's your ride?" I asked him. "Unless you guys are planning on man-packing the canisters out of here."
"It's coming," he said. "We radioed as soon as we ID-ed you." As if on cue, I could hear the tell-tale thwup-thwup-thwup sound of a large helicopter approaching. A moment later, a dark gray MH-53J helicopter appeared over the treeline, and came to a hover over the field. Its tail was facing us as it set down in the snowy field.
The rear door of the Pave Low helicopter opened, and several guys ran out, plowing through the snow in the field, with sleds of some sort in tow. They opened up the back of the truck, and using a handtruck carted the drums of gas onto the sleds. Then, two men pulled each sled back through the snow to the helicopter. All four canisters were loaded on board in short order.
When the loading was complete, Mackie signaled his guys to get back onto the chopper. They quickly and quietly boarded the Pave Low.
"Well, this has been fun," Mackie said, "But I've got to be running. What are you going to do with the truck full of spoons?"
I grinned.
"Bait."
Jim March
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"He impatiently ate anchovies, as he waited with baited breath..."
Chupacabra
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Nick1911
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wow... just when you think you've hit the climax, another cliff-hanger..
Keep it coming, Nightcrawler,
Nick
Keep it coming, Nightcrawler,
Nick
GigaBuist
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Well, given the number of times this thread has bumped up to the top and the sheer number of posts attached to it I just had to read.
Glad I did.
I'd love to see an amature movie made out of it though. The car chase might have to be scaled down (budget concerns)... or you could be really cheesey and find another movie with something similiar and cut between your own footage in theirs. I'm thinking the cheesier the better.
I did like the Airsoft + CG idea for brass and muzzle blast... but given this is THR there's probably a 100:1 ratio of airsoft guns to the real deal among people that'd be interested in helping out. I could be totally wrong though. Given that it'd wreek of cheese and being obviously home made it's only proper that the shoot outs are horribly pasted together so that you never see the target and the shooter in the same frame. Think A-Team shows and stuff from the '80's. It could be done safely (even with live ammo and plenty of room)... but I have no idea what you'd do for hearing protection. Never seen Rambo with muffs on.
Oh, Nightcrawler... the "cheese" comment's aren't directed at the story so much as they are what I'd picture the final outcome to be in the event that my unskilled hands ever tried putting it to film
It would be interesteing to see what the result would look like if individual teams when out across the USA (or world) and shot various scenes. You could have 8 guys in one area being the BG's in a particular scene while 2 guys in another area were the good guys... then try and mash them together. Obviously the sets wouldn't match -- but that'd be half the fun. Trying to find something that "almost" works.
Skunky can dress in drag by his lonesome off in CA and play the part of the Triad woman.
I did something similar about 12 years ago for school project on the Panama invasion. Some scenes were stuffed animals, some were me and another kid doing CQB type stuff in a basement, and some of it was Rambo III. Quite entertaining. Wish I still had it on tape.
Glad I did.
I'd love to see an amature movie made out of it though. The car chase might have to be scaled down (budget concerns)... or you could be really cheesey and find another movie with something similiar and cut between your own footage in theirs. I'm thinking the cheesier the better.
I did like the Airsoft + CG idea for brass and muzzle blast... but given this is THR there's probably a 100:1 ratio of airsoft guns to the real deal among people that'd be interested in helping out. I could be totally wrong though. Given that it'd wreek of cheese and being obviously home made it's only proper that the shoot outs are horribly pasted together so that you never see the target and the shooter in the same frame. Think A-Team shows and stuff from the '80's. It could be done safely (even with live ammo and plenty of room)... but I have no idea what you'd do for hearing protection. Never seen Rambo with muffs on.
Oh, Nightcrawler... the "cheese" comment's aren't directed at the story so much as they are what I'd picture the final outcome to be in the event that my unskilled hands ever tried putting it to film
It would be interesteing to see what the result would look like if individual teams when out across the USA (or world) and shot various scenes. You could have 8 guys in one area being the BG's in a particular scene while 2 guys in another area were the good guys... then try and mash them together. Obviously the sets wouldn't match -- but that'd be half the fun. Trying to find something that "almost" works.
Skunky can dress in drag by his lonesome off in CA and play the part of the Triad woman.
I did something similar about 12 years ago for school project on the Panama invasion. Some scenes were stuffed animals, some were me and another kid doing CQB type stuff in a basement, and some of it was Rambo III. Quite entertaining. Wish I still had it on tape.
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Agent French got him
Movies made on the "cheap" and "cheaply" made movies are not one in the same...I can show a couple of examples of directors that had no money but went after there dream anyway...
IIRC correctly a few years ago a young director had his friends and family make a 15 minute movie called "alone in the woods" to show some investors...They decided to fund the movie "Evil Dead" several movies and years later he decided to do a little movie called Spider Man..yea I am talking about Sam Raimi
ANOTHER example:
YEARS AND YEARS ago a young man from New Zealand (I think) decided to make a horror movie...He didnt have any money to throw around so he got EVERYONE involved with the picture..most people had to pull double duty as actors and Photographers and set design etc...IT was SOOO bad that the Director had to star in it as one of the main good guys and ONE OF THE MAIN BAD GUYS!!!!!...STILL it took 4 or 5 years for the movie to be made...that film was called "BAD TASTE"...several years later he made it big...That man was called Peter Jackson and ya wanna guess what movies he directed?? Does lord of the Rings..."RING" any bells??
IIRC correctly a few years ago a young director had his friends and family make a 15 minute movie called "alone in the woods" to show some investors...They decided to fund the movie "Evil Dead" several movies and years later he decided to do a little movie called Spider Man..yea I am talking about Sam Raimi
ANOTHER example:
YEARS AND YEARS ago a young man from New Zealand (I think) decided to make a horror movie...He didnt have any money to throw around so he got EVERYONE involved with the picture..most people had to pull double duty as actors and Photographers and set design etc...IT was SOOO bad that the Director had to star in it as one of the main good guys and ONE OF THE MAIN BAD GUYS!!!!!...STILL it took 4 or 5 years for the movie to be made...that film was called "BAD TASTE"...several years later he made it big...That man was called Peter Jackson and ya wanna guess what movies he directed?? Does lord of the Rings..."RING"
any bells??Nick1911
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K it's been 24 hours since you've been heard from nightcrawler...
(the black helicopters must have got him )
-Nick
(the black helicopters must have got him
)-Nick
Nightcrawler
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No update tonight. Too much going on.
Going to talk to a man about an important job opportunity in the morning...
Going to talk to a man about an important job opportunity in the morning...
Nick1911
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In that case, hope you have good luck and get the job
Samurai Penguin
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Yet another example:
Kevin Smith put "Clerks" pretty much entirely on his MasterCard. I saw it when it was playing in University theatres and laughed various anatomical bits off for 90 minutes straight. And look where he's at now. You don't need a Hollywood budget if you've got great material...!
Kevin Smith put "Clerks" pretty much entirely on his MasterCard. I saw it when it was playing in University theatres and laughed various anatomical bits off for 90 minutes straight. And look where he's at now. You don't need a Hollywood budget if you've got great material...!
walking arsenal
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good stuff, you ought to find a publisher maybe
Jeepman
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Hung around TFL for a long time.... never registered learned a lot, been hanging around here since the beginning.... never registered learned even more! My inbox is full of notifications daily from other forums I actively participate in. This was too good to pass up, I had to suscribe to this thread!
Cheers
JM
Cheers
JM
Nick1911
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wow... I'm the first one that gets to say it...?
WELCOME!
Welcome to the highroad, Jeepman!
Nick
WELCOME!
Welcome to the highroad, Jeepman!
Nick
Let me be next - Welcome Jeepman... jump right in. And please monitor the traffic on C-span-2 starting at 9:30 today and the link below to observe and decry the gymnastics and geriatrics of the US Senate Dems as they work to pass a bill which they (Dems) are attempting to amend to death (including AWB extension) with tomorrow's vote.
http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?threadid=68228
-IB
http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?threadid=68228
-IB
Nightcrawler
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Well, good news, everybody. It's looking like I"m going to get that job. They're going to send me the "getting started" package where I get my passport, etc.
So, aside from having to put my car in the shop AND finding out that, after taxes, I owe the feds and the state about $200, I'm having a pretty good day.
Probably be an update tonight.
So, aside from having to put my car in the shop AND finding out that, after taxes, I owe the feds and the state about $200, I'm having a pretty good day.
Probably be an update tonight.
Kingson
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I just found this thread today and just finished reading it. It was good. My parent come down tonight to take me out to dinner right in the middle of reading this and I almost had them wait untill I finshed reading it but my girlfriend probably wouldn't let me so I had to wait until dinner was over to finish it and now I want more please.
O by the way do you not make that much money from the arms deals to get a good car with some armor or do you just have the Olds to blend in and look like a poor college student?
O by the way do you not make that much money from the arms deals to get a good car with some armor or do you just have the Olds to blend in and look like a poor college student?
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