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Topic by happyclappers 11 years ago | last reply 11 years ago
A Doctor Who fan, known as Mazzmatazz, has been legally stomped on by the BBC for creating her own patterns for the Adipose and Ood creatures.She never charged for the pattern, nor did she pretend it was official, but somebody sold a completed version on ebay, so the Beeb went OTT on her.According to TechnoLlama their action has no genuine basis in law, but she caved in out of fear of corporate lawyers.The BBC's action is a real shame, because it could signal problems for the thousands of fan artists (writers, musicians, artists) around the world who express themselves (for free) through the shared ground of Doctor Who (or any other BBC drama).The knitter's websiteTechnoLlama blog postBBC slant
Topic by Kiteman 11 years ago | last reply 7 years ago
Each year my school does a stomp class competition, you do some sort of performance, usually centered around percussion, without using any instruments or electronics. I intend to go quite thoroughly over the top this year. I'm building a 9-foot wooden T-Rex ( A scaled up version of kaptaink_cg 's instructable), and plating it with metal so it can be used as an instrument. I'm also making a Pterodactyl (same instructable). I wanted some way of making a screeching sound (something along the lines of this http://soundbible.com/1497-Pterodactyl-Scream.html) - but with out instruments or speakers. The gym has a zipline I can attach this too, and I've been playing with ideas on how I can use the moving air as it falls to make the screech. I was thinking of the kids toys, like the pipe you turn upside down for a sound - but it's not quite the right sound. I've also played with the string and oatmeal container resonance chamber idea. Does anyone have any ideas on how this sort of sound effect could be made, or have any ideas about where to look?
Question by applesnacks 8 years ago | last reply 8 years ago
Im really into guitars and have heard some things about making pedals. I have very minimal electrical expertise. i have wires and stuff in the basement and am wondering how i would go about doing said project?
Question by octopuscabbage 9 years ago | last reply 9 years ago
I'm looking to build a stomp box of sorts, and am having trouble finding a good source for foot (stomp) switches that will hold up. Neither Mouser nor Digikey seem to have something appropriate, at least based on my searches. I found DIYstompboxes.com, which seems to have decent enough prices ($5.00 a pop). So my question is, what's the best (taking into account reliability, speed, quality, and best deal mainly) place to get a foot switch that will hold up without breaking the bank? Also, when I say foot switch, I mean a button. Not a pedal.
Question by Skidion 8 years ago | last reply 5 years ago
Would this simple schematic create an effect similar to that of a Flanger guitar pedal? The diodes prevent the signal from traveling backwards. On the top, the inductor (variable and homemade) slightly delays the signal from the guitar, and it is rejoined with the original signal below it. Would this cause a wobbly effect like a Flanger? Definition of 'Flanging': http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flanging (link)
Question by josh1324 6 years ago | last reply 6 years ago
I'm very proud of us, all of us. It truly takes a thriving economy to pull off something this immense and fantastically... itself. For there is nothing smaller. This is the biggest. We have pushed the envelope off the table and have gone outside the box and stomped it into the floor. The biggest ad in the worldKeep on striving, humans.
Topic by fungus amungus 11 years ago | last reply 9 years ago
How do l build a foot switch with a single input (from guitar) to 4 separate jack outputs? Only one of the outputs can be on at any time. Each output in the unit must have an LED to indicate what one is active. Diagrams would be helpful .... thanks :-)
Topic by robertpool 5 years ago | last reply 5 years ago
If you're in the San Francisco area, try not to miss seeing Cardburg at Cell Space.http://www.cardboardinstitute.com/page2.htmlI was there last night and had WAY too much fun flying a cardboard helicopter on a string through the cardboard buildings. My friend taped some cardboard triangles to her back and stomped around as Cardzilla.(yes they are crappy cell phone pix, go see it in person!)
Topic by rachel 11 years ago | last reply 9 years ago
I know you guys have been putting out fires and stomping ants lately so I hate to bring it up But, It appears that the email notices are not going out about new comments or posts. I have been checking in the discussion tab and have gotten things there but no corresponding emails have been getting through. Since you fixed this already not to long ago you probably already know how to fix it again.
Topic by Vyger 3 years ago | last reply 3 years ago
Ok so, after reviewing James Haskin's TALKBOX he splits the feed from his guitar amp through a DPDT switch and he mounts it directly onto the guitar amp.... I was wondering how difficult would it be to make a stomp box feature for this?? with maybe a few LEDs to let you know what your running.. i posted this as a question but being new to the site i'm not sure how that worked so i posted here too...
Topic by funkbass 9 years ago | last reply 9 years ago
Ice Cream Sandwiches Paper Clone Make a Mermaid Tail Easy Water Guns Ninja vs Zombie Shadow Cast Baked Potato Chips Make Your Eyes Larger 5 Minute Camera Case Ink Blot T-Shirt Easy Stomp Rocket Button Down Shirt Dress Personal Applause Sign Biofuel Briquettes Ping-Pong Ball Gun Simplify Dish Washing
Topic by randofo 8 years ago
As i said its an old flash game about a man who walks through hell and while he does monsters attack him and you must time your button press to the melody to stomp on them. the music is kind of technoish and is about 6-8 years old if i remember correctly since i played in in school. any help would be greatly appreciated
Question by christian.mckinney.52 4 years ago
I was wondering if there was any other method to power the firing coil of a single stage coilgun without using capacitors. My main reasoning is to try to reduce recharge time, and to also avoid making massive groups of capacitors and finding a place to put them. It needs to be able to be powered by some form of battery, meaning I could connect voltage to this circuit (1.2 volts up to 12 volts. I'm not picky) and shouldn't consist of hard to find components. I'm not looking for the greatest efficiency in the world, just making a step (okay, maybe a stomp) toward building a 'capless coilgun'.
Question by Madrias357 8 years ago | last reply 2 years ago
Heads up -- Marks & Spencer's in the UK actually DYES their (perfectly good if past-due) food BLUE before tossing it out, intendending to deter or prevent urban recyclers and others who think waste is immoral, from scavenging their dumpsters. Reportedly they also slash the soles of shoes that get tossed so that they can't be reused. It makes NO difference to M&S, yet company policy is to ruin the goods. Imagine stomping on a bunch of bananas you couldn't sell at the end of the day, rather than giving them to a hungry person. If waste bothers you, consider thinking twice before having dealings with Mark's and Spencer's.
Topic by stasterisk 10 years ago | last reply 8 years ago
...so as not to cause a ruckus with the very ppl I'm about to bash. ;DNggggh... I guess this is more just to vent than anything, but honestly! Can't people do a simple search and figure out why pro accounts have been instituted? It's fine to not agree, if you feel like leaving, okay then, but my stars! They start ranting and raving and just generally displaying a ridiculous amount of anger (and then calling the ones who *are* pro bad things...). I mean, I can understand strong reactions, I wasn't precisely as happy as a clam about it when the announcement came, far from it, but at least I had the excuse of not having a couple months worth of discussion, replies and explanations from the staff and owners to look at. >breathes<Anyone else getting sick of seeing all the disgruntled people stomping around yelling about their rights to have everything, for free, forever? :( I'm so tired of typing the same replies to the same complaints and questions...
Topic by Lithium Rain 9 years ago | last reply 9 years ago
Seems there are at least 5 Instructables projects recently that are obvious promotions rather than true maker projects. I'm disturbed by this. I have no problem with someone recommending a company or product that played a role in a successful Instructable. I do this all the time. But if compensation was provided (free PCBs from JLCPCB because they are offering a fee order to anyone that promotes their service, for example) that needs to be clearly stated up front. That is the ethical thing to do. But, the Instructable needs to be meaningful! Not, "Here's how to build a 555 timer circuit using JLPCB". That's completely bogus. At least TRY to make something useful like a guitar stomp box or a multi-channel audio mixer or an Arduino relay I/O project. Not some crappy 555 timer circuit, or basic transistor circuit, or a project that has no other redeeming feature than it looks cool when assembled on a JLCPCB circuit board. Please. Raise the bar. If you are going to promote a vendor, don't be lazy, make it an interesting project that is worth my time to read. NetZener
Topic by netzener 1 year ago
As some of you may know, I've had a crush on a gal for quite awhile.For the past while I thought I had it good, she's been awful flirty as of late, and seemed to be dropping hints all over the place. So yesterday, I mustered the courage (and resources :p) to ask her out. Guess what? I was turned down flat. I was rejected. Scorned. Publicly humiliated (I did in front of a group of friends, FSM knows why...). Either it was adrenaline, or it was the FSM, but I didn't feel to bummed out. But now (last night, this morning) that I've been thinking about, I feel like the warm hand that stole my heart hath hurled it down and stomped upon it with an icy stiletto... WWWWAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! *runs to refrigerator and sobs*And the problem is, in all my misery and self pity, I think it's possible that I like her even more, *sigh* what is unattainable is what a guy seeks....WWWAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! *runs back to refrigerator* All the world is muck and gloom... So now what? Gain her love? Forget and be miserable?
Topic by KentsOkay 11 years ago | last reply 11 years ago
Well, today I went along with Caitlin's school robotics club to see them participate in qualifying rounds in order to advance to the New York City city-wide champs. Woot, they made it enough in the rankings to advance and fun was had by all. It was my first time at one of these things and it was pretty well organized considering the number of teams shuttling back and forth between rooms to do the robotics challenges/missions and presentations to judges. Kids use Lego Mindstorm NXT robot kits and build/program them to accomplish a list of tasks to be performed in the "pit". Of course, everything can go wrong from your batteries not being charged, pieces falling apart, programs not working, forgetting the laptop charger, and worrying about the school bus making it home before the snow storm. Fourth graders did research projects and presentations on how robotics impacted environmental issues. Fourth and fifth grader teams did the robot challenges and presented their robots to the judges. The FIRST program is really to have fun while using technology, learn something, and to develop teamwork and good sportsmanship. One of our teachers even wrote up a school cheer and song just for Robotics. The second pic is of another school who happened to have a live team mascot(where else can you wear a propeller beanie and be proud?). The amount of geek-strogen present was incredible. This happened to be Tetranitrate's stomping grounds but I didn't find any evidence of charred walls. I might just have to make Robohoodies for all the kids when they compete again in March. Anyone else out there doing Lego FIRST robotic league?
Topic by caitlinsdad 10 years ago | last reply 10 years ago
I'm not hugely into music, but I have just come across Seasick Steve (after an appearance on Top Gear!). The CD of I started Out With Nothing and I Still Got Most of it Left arrived in the mail this morning, and is now playing on my Zen, filed next to Walter Trout. I am gobsmacked. This man has been playing this stuff all my life, and I only just find out? That's forty years of enjoyment I have missed out on! Not only is he, frankly, amazing, but he'd fit right in here, because he makes and modifies his own instruments : From wikipedia: As well as an electric guitar and self electrified acoustic guitar, Wold owns (and plays) several obscure and personalised instruments, including: The Three-String Trance Wonder - This is a normal guitar that resembles a Fender Coronado, but with only three strings. It has an old Harmony pickup added (with duct tape) and is tuned to G, G and B using an E string in the A position, a D in the G position and a G in the B position. At his gigs, he often tells the story that he bought it for $75 in this condition in Como, Mississippi from a man named Sherman, who later told him he only paid $25 for it the day before. Wold vowed never to add another string, and that he would tour the world telling his story of how Sherman ripped him off. All in good fun as Sherman Cooper is a good buddy, who gave him the guitar having had it nailed to the wall as a decoration. A lot of the time he also adds (while picking up or putting away the guitar) that it is the "...biggest piece of [poo] in the world, I swear". The One-Stringed Diddley Bow - This is a one stringed string instrument played with a slide (He uses an old screwdriver for this purpose). It consists of a 2 foot long 2x4, with a semi-loose piece of broom wire nailed to it at both ends. It was made especially for him by James 'Super Chikan' Johnson. The 'MDM' (Mississippi Drum Machine) - A small wooden box that is stomped upon, providing percussion. It is decorated with a Mississippi motorcycle license plate ("MC33583"), and a small piece of carpet. Roland Cube Amplifier - Placed on a chair to his left and set to the 'tweed' setting. The Morris Minor Guitar - When on the TV show Top Gear, presenter Jeremy Clarkson commented that Steve's car history of over 100 cars included a Morris Minor. Steve then produced a 4-string guitar that his friend had made out of two old hub caps from the Minor joined back-to-back, playing it a little in the episode. Why are still reading this? Go, listen to it. Now.
Topic by Kiteman 9 years ago | last reply 9 years ago
Hi this is kaden and i have a problem with getting bullied at school below is an email that i sent to my school counselor This is in place of spending my day talking to you be because i would rather type it than talk or write it so here it goes. last year carter moved to oak lawn from wakanda and he keep saying things to me like kadens a big baby kadens a big baby or kadens stupid and stuff like that. i would try to tell teachers this but they wouldn't listen or if they did listen they did nothing but give me lunch detention and a major. i am not going to lie but obviously i responded to all of this in not the best way i could of but he just kept following me around and making faces calling me names and it got on my nerves. but that was last year but this year he has resorted to physical violence such as use my head as a personal whack-a-mo game or my body as target practice with sticks and stones but also mentally such as lying to the teachers or following me around making faces at me and stuff like that. the worst part i can't defend myself against lunchboxes because then i am the one who gets in trouble but if i let him just hit me and hurt me then neither of us gets in trouble which me and my parents think is just wrong. this next section is just other things that bother me this year… Lucas well he has a history of calling me names too like toothpick and weakling and the thing that sticks out about him was at the end of last year we made tape sculptures and he STOLE my scissors he BROKE my scissors and then he turned my scissors and a glass bottle in to a LETHAL WEAPON and chased me with it and the worst part the teachers did NOTHING he could'would've killed me if he wanted to. but then this year i walk in the bathroom at lunch he calls me weird annoying pushes me against the wall all before i even have the chance to walk away. that fixed my problem for the most part then a moth later it all started again and now a week ago i had a boy with down syndrome kiss me but that's was fixed. then that morning lucas came in my homeroom and called me those names and there were two teachers standing there that did nothing then i was having a bad day after that because i had a sub in lang arts (when theirs a sub its chaos) then i found out that carter started having science the period before me so he was always the last one out and he would always call me names or stomp on my foot (I recently found out that in elementary carter was biting my best friend on the leg) then i had lunch whop hew but then there's Jenny (jenny is a lying girl that thinks shes better than everyone else) and so i told her that library was closed for the day (they had a meeting so kids couldn't use the computers) and then she took out an arrow head and had it in the palm of her hand then she took her thumb and pointer finger and squeezed the side of my neck with the arrow head in hand and she left major marks that went away by the time the teacher saw them the next day but since my neck and face were all red (not from blood) and in tears every one kept asking me whats wrong (funny how the people that always ignore you seem all sympathetic for you if your hurt) so i just pointed to my neck and they just said oh wow then two periods later in band another girl did the same thing as jenny minus the arrow head now that i have gotten that off my chest hears some more info about this situation i have talked to the school counselor whatever he does it only worked on one kid chance (he is to minor for this story) every body else i don't think he does any thing about principle all he does is listen and and nothing else i have talked to my parents and they email the teachers so no outcome any help and please no troll answers thanks, Kaden
Question by theawesomekid 5 years ago | last reply 5 years ago
Sad pup eh? Me too. World Maker Faire 2013 in New York City. I am dissapoint. Only noteable for us is trying out the augmented reality system by Jeri Ellsworth. Instructables did not represent. Autodesk did not represent Instructables. @carlbass The assimilation is complete. #SADROBOT #NOSHIRT. We went to Maker Faire today, I took along Caitlin and her two school buddies. I knew to input the GPS the coordinates of the offsite parking lot entrance where you get the shuttle bus to the actual Faire entrance. 10 clams at the door. Driving around the park is like GTA. They seemed to have the parking lot better organized with more people to direct cars to open spots and the efficient school bus lady who counted off groups of people to load the buses as soon as they pulled in. I suggest more speed bumps/potholes and sharper turns for the bus drivers to negotiate. Entry was quick and simple with preprinted tickets - still that extra surcharge for getting them online though. It was a pleasant surprise that there were some vendors giving out free food samples today. An applesauce in a resealable space-food pouch and an iced tea drink. On the return trip, the shuttle bus driver begged you not to leave behind litter like those green applesauce pouches and kids. Which by the way, all in good to set up recycling stations to throw out trash, but why not mark the one for trash, trash, soiled paper cups were thrown in the paper because the one I think for trash had a big list of other things and not trash. Food vendors seem to have been spread out on the periphery of the grounds so they don't create that big logjam in the center to impede flow to the rest of the areas of the fairground. Prices were still at tourist levels considering the captive audience. Not too many posted prices and if you have to ask, you can't afford it. They did have some vendor kids throughout hawking cold drinks. The Beer Garden seemed to be the centerpiece of the Faire. The play/activity area geared for the younger/toddler set seemed to be expanded and set more apart from the more advanced maker stuff. We did the inside tour first since it was nice weather to spend the rest of the day outside. There was the esoteric mix of individual projects. Art and game machines from mounds of electronic discards. Projects and kits looking to launch on kickstarter. And the always hidden in the back room e-textile projects. The upper floor gallery room is always the best because it contains the light up projects, usually from NYU ITP. Jeri Ellsworth had a prototype of her augmented reality glasses. An interesting project was having cross polarized glasses to see the image on a matched LCD display which no one else can see without the special glasses. One project used the light output from the laptop display to "burn" the secret message image onto one of those glow-in-the dark phosphor sheets. I'm not sure if the pancake-bot made it to the Faire this year. The performance space was closed off. I guess they couldn't book Arc Attack which was there first two years of World Maker Faire. No real Burning Man kind of stuff or major steampunkery. Outside, 3-D printers galore, everyone has one, way too crowded. Hackerspaces showing off their stuff. Giant tent if you want to line up to learn to solder. Coke/Mentos show late in the afternoon. Giant mousetrap show and circus aerial acrobat training rig going on. Giant tent if you want to make a stomp rocket that they shoot off with a compressor.Giant line too. Didn't the Disney imagineers tell them a zigzag snaking line is better for crowd control and keep the customers happy? Didn't see any quadcopters in the air. Maybe all flights grounded with the recent local fatal accident with an R/C helicopter. Some kind of go-kart racetrack. Usual stalls of handmade jewelry, t-shirts, soaps, candles, someone had a more detailed ugly doll. Guy with his found object stringed instruments played them well. Maker Shed shop was the usual. Dark and expensive. No real discount there. But it brings us back to this. After what seemed like miles of walking around back and forth. I had to ask information if Autodesk had a booth presence at Maker Faire. They said yes, back by the 3-D printer village tent. I think we missed them going through the tent and found them on the outside end. The plywood hut sponsored by Sketchup didn't seem like where the Instructables people were. I was looking for the orange Instructable banner. Looking to see there were no Robot shirts around, I asked the Autodesk people there, any Instructables people around? No, confused, do you work for Instructables? No, they are not part of my group. Jessy and Camille are not here and will be back soon. Well, okay, maybe they sent Jessyratfink out as part of her Autodesk peer-recognition award. that would be cool to meet her, Caitlin thought the same, they sent Jessyratfink to Maker Faire? We wander around to check out the other stuff and come back. Still no sign of Robot shirts. I ask again and I get sent to a guy who I think is named Jesse. I think he just happens to be in the Consumer Group who says the other guy Andy is more familiar with Instructables. They thought they had a box of some instructables stuff, who knows what happened to it. He did thank us for wearing our Robot shirts though. Gee, I was hoping there would be some Robot shirts for Caitlin and her friends, at least Robot stickers. We came to Maker Faire this year as redemption for last year when that Autodesk henchman kicked the crate of shirts under the table when he saw us get close to the booth. Caitlin uses that as an example of "Not nice, Mr. Moustache-man." It disheartens me Instructables seems like some corporate step-child. I can feel the that vibe going on. I don't think Robot carries brand recognition anymore. No one asked about our Robot shirts as we walked around. Some hackerspace also uses a yellow robot as their logo. We may pass on Maker Faire next year if there is no need to see any real Instructables staff. Doesn't Randy need to go visit his mom or something?
Topic by caitlinsdad 5 years ago | last reply 5 years ago
Well i hate to bother anyone but can you please take some time to read this book i worked hard on ? i spent countless hours of my free time over the weekend developing the plot and creatures so can you please take some time out to read the whole thing tell me what it needs or what would be good i already am 16 pages into the sequel so tell me if this is good so i can post the sequel ! enjoy Times come by Alby Chapter 1- beginning It was the night I would never forget,the night.......i....the......the last night I would enjoy life. It was spring of 2017 the night air was heavy in my lungs and you could faintly smell the BBQ and charcoal smoke from cookouts that died down hours ago I could here people talking and having a good time but I think my drink I grabbed the wrong beer it was Sarah's it was spiked I never would have noticed who did it at least it wasn't her to drink it. I simply enjoyed the sky line of Chicago filled with sky scrapers and mirror like office buildings it all seemed like a Bokeh picture to me the drug is taking affect on my body I feel dizzy . I hopped on the train, it was empty as for the weather gave a good reason to walk but I needed to get home safely. In about 30 minutes I was home. I clumsily walked up the stairs and almost fell it took about ten minutes before I opened the door, I then plopped down on my bed and ran to the bathroom and regurgitated everything I ate that night. i starred at the ceiling. I saw every detail to the nearest centimeter and then blurry the specks the marks swirled in my vision and I felt weightless for a while. I starred at the clock and noticed it was about 4:00 am and cursed myself for going to that bar with Sarah I threw up all over my bed. I tried to grab the phone to call the paramedics but I fell and hit my head on my night stand. I passed out from the concussion i fell into a deep sleep a very deep sleep. Chapter 2 Change I wiped the crust out of my eyes and felt my head a sharp pain rippled thru my scalp it was a Gash about two inches in length. i walked into the bathroom I pulled the faucet but all that came out was a wisp of air. I snatched a baby wipe and cleaned off my face I cleaned my wound with alcohol the sting ive gotten used to I used to get hurt pretty bad in the army, I got shrapnel in my knee and they sent me home the first year. I noticed a dead silence on the street I thought they probably closed it off for some type of repair. I put on my white tee shirt and noticed its softness and how it fit snug on my semi-muscular figure I was in good shape for a twenty-four year old, my mom would always tell me most of the people in America are fat but I guess she loves to tell stereotypes for what they are. I put on my jeans and not forgetting the belt this time either. I snatched my keys off the kitchen counter and headed for the door. I walked outside and paused too look at the empty streets filled with litter and carnage . My mouth wide open in amazement I asked myself what happened and pondered the different reasons riot,panic,fire what could cause such a mess, I walked towards a police squad car and smelled something rancid I slowly proceeded, I instantly veered back in panic I could not believe what I saw a dead police officer lying face down with half a chunk blown clean off his head. There were pieces of it every where splattered on the windshield and door of the police car and some on the concrete. I instinctively inched towards him and thought to myself that something bad is happening and I need protection. I unhooked his holster off his waist and placed it on mine I pulled off his Kevlar vest and put it on weirdly enough it barely was messy or smelled bad. I checked the pockets of the vest and took out a pair of keys I knew it belonged to his squad car. I first popped open the trunk and saw it glistening in the sun a Ar-15 assault rifle. I picked it up and the memories of my army training it just instantly popped into my mind. I guess it applied the same here, I slung it around my back and walked into the silence. I took out the pistol put in the clip pulled the slide back and switched the safety off and cautiously held it. I believe the gun made me more nervous than whats in the shadows, I walked down the narrow street and saw it the skyline of the city filled with smoke and fire. I stood in anger and confusion my home town ravaged broken and charred blood stained the streets and walls, but why.....why....how could this... I mean what could....d..do such a thing. I walked away in the opposite direction and then cut into an alley way to piss and paused as I heard a roar I looked up and saw a quick glance of the belly of a apache attack craft it quickly zoom by and then another. I looked away and ran out of the alley and then down the street to see what direction they were heading. They sped towards the lake area and then I saw a tiny black object fall horizontally from the choppers belly and it slowly fell, then a explosion. I could feel the vibrations. the explosion ripped the lake area into nothing....nothing..but....but...smoke. My heart skipped a few beats thinking what if the next one falls in this area I quickly broke my daydream and bolted as fast as I could as far as I could until I saw a woman crawling on the concrete she was Moaning and holding her stomach. I came up behind her and asked for help. She turned on her back “ Sarah? Ohh my god sarah are you okay ?” and she held a gun in her hand a Glock 22 model the slide locked all the way back and no clip in the gun. I kicked it out of her and and sprung on her she begged for mercy “albert you have to stay away from me im turning” she saw that I was armed and quickly told me the gun was unloaded and that she was sorry she told me she would do anything just get away from her . I told her “Im not here to hurt anyone I just want to help” I starred at her beautiful figure her perfect face and thin hourglass body but ragged cloths and red eyes from crying. How and what did she go thru that could turn her into such a wreck. She got up and put her arm around my shoulder kissed me on the cheek and passed out. I dragged her to an fenced off alley where there was a mattress I put her down and sat next to her .she hugged me and began to cry she than jumped on top of me “Sarah what are you doing no we cant do this now no!” I told her I will help her but I dont think she understood a word I said. She looked at me in my eyes I could feel her touch my soul, her blue eyes glared in the sun. “i dont want to die alone please” I stood up nervously, I was concerned for her health when suddenly I heard a bang then felt a sharp pain in my leg. I collapsed in agony and saw the cause of my pain a bean bag round I looked up and saw a gas mask wearing figure he shot me with another bean bag round in the knee, from his shot gun he then walked over my numb body and. picked up both bean bag's and threw it aside two people in hazmat gear grabbed Sarah and took off her clothing I screamed “what are you doing to her!!!” they did not acknowledge me they looked at her body like they where searching for something. Her passed out figure limp as a rag doll they removed her pants then her underwear I screamed “No!! you son of a bitch don't do it ill kill you” they studied a bite mark on her upper thigh they made some type of hand signal and left. the soldiers then they came and started pouring gasoline on the mattress and her body. the one with the kriss super V took his cigarette out of his mouth and then flicked it at her it rolled of of her shapely belly and hit the mattress her body bursted into flames and she spasmed and kicked wildly. Then the man pointed it me and said in a British accent “ knock that fuckin Yankee an put em in da ACP double time, thoes hungry bastards are comin” Chapter 3 world gone mad I awoke on a bed in clean clothes and a hair cut. I stood up and walked into the hallway and noticed that this was a hospital. Suddenly a hand grabbed me. “aey where do you think your going ya damn runner rapist” I starred at him & his arrogant look and heavily customized ACR bushmaster. “get the fuck away from me im leaving what ever the hell this place is” he then sprung up and pushed the barrel of his ACR into my neck. “look if you want to get devoured by those runners be my guest buddy but dont go exposing this place to the infection” I looked at him like he was retarded “infection what infection and why the hell is the army bombing populated areas” he looked at me the same way. “ where were you 2 days ago ? There was a virus it was originally H1N1 but it evolved up to 10 times now its got Chicago by the balls and its spreading across the world as we speak turning everyone into animals devouring and ripping people to shreds and then the virus takes over the dead body and brings it back as a runner also know as a fresh undead body that has the ability to run or sometimes sprint god forbid but after 2-4 weeks without food the tissue breaks down from constant use without fuel and they start to get slow and shuffle around” my mind felt overwhelmed I wondered how my parents were doing in Dallas. “so what am I supped to do here but be a waste of space” he grinned. “well you obviously know how to use a weapon and our records say you have been in the military. you cant take care of yourself out there so we will make you part of out kill squad. “kill squad ?” “ohh shit you mean you have never killed or seen any infected yet ? that means your fresh you can be put to good use in our kill team” he told me his name was henry the specialist of his team kill team Charlie-mike. He directed me to the staff sergeant who looked at me and said “well well well we got some fresh meat hope you ready for 3 months of hard core trainin cuz this wont be easy now get yo ass in the garage and clean every APC tire the armory I think the kill teams ran over a little too much runners” 3 Months later........ the training was more rigorous than the basic military stuff a the armory where there was at least a 100 others conversing and grabbing into boxes of gear. Henry took me to the gunny of the armory where he helped me choose my gear. I picked up dragon skin Kevlar with implanted ceramic & alloy inserts. I took some gloves which I cut the fingers of. My boots where the basic digital camo color probably a left over from the war in Iraq which ended several years ago when our president simply drew the troops out. And European troops and some Russians finished off the big time terrorists soon after we heard no more from any our genocidal efforts finally payed off. I went to the weapon stand where I had to fill out a ID sheet to make sure they knew I had training with combat rifles. I chose the ACR which was in stock by the thousands as a gift from the weapon companies to the American army. I pulled all the safety clips and then grabbed a eotech scope out of a box and locked it onto the rail system of the weapon. I attached a mag pull the every one of my carbon strength reinforced clips. The gunny looked at me with a grin and we left for briefing. Chapter 4 things get messy we met up in the garage of the hospital every runner hunter of this kill force a total of 300 men and women in the huge elevated parking complex of the hospital, a general arrived in the elevator his chrome glasses shined in the evening light so did the many badges pinned on his suit which fit his old figure rather awkwardly. he had two formally dressed men with him they both had desert eagles on there side holsters but the general had a FN 2000 slung around his back. it was worn and scratched its polymer body was embedded with and insignia that I did not see so well as it was obscured by the scuffs and grime he looked at us and smiled his mouth opened and he flung his cigar off the ledge of the building he then begun and explained in a dominant voice. “there are 40 spec op Humvee's set up in formation ready to patrol the streets of Chicago you all will be in sector 6 the most dangerous sector of Chicago but no need to worry we have full fledged firepower of 4 APC's which will Carrie your kill team to your objectives take as much time as needed the runners arent going any where. you will clear the sears tower area a hot spot for runners. look all you men and woman, its time to revolt and fight back. its time to say we will not be scared, we will not be intimidated, we will win back our freedom!!” the whole complex light up with cheer. As the two men in formal wear took out PDA's and started directing people to there kill teams the first man shouted “ Chavez,Williams,buck, and,Samson go to APC #1” I quickly advanced thru the crowd to APC 1 I slowed my pace and saw its matte paint job of digital camo and its pop up dillan machine gun turret mounted on top. I pounded on its steel behind and its back door unlatched I stood waiting for the rest of my team I saw all three walking in a line towards the door I saw him ,the man with the kriss super V he smiled at me and said “no fuckin way you tha yankee we picked up in tha alley way you mad cus we killed your little runner girlfriend” I sprung towards him and grabbed his collar and punched him in the stomach then elbowed him in the mouth all the color drained out of his face. “ if you wouldn't of shot me with a fucking bean bag I would of blown your brains out back at the alley” he looked at me and with blood dripping down his mouth “i was just doing my job. welcome to foxtrot 3 by my names john samson you can just call me hunter” I let him go and he limped into the APC then another walked towards me he wore a Grey baklava and tight fitting clothing and a vest that barely covered his chest which awkwardly bulged out he walked towards me and took off the mask. She looked at m surprised face and said “what ? a woman cant be in the military” “well I..I...I just did not expect to have such a high rank personnel on our team” she looked at me and frowend “were both specialists grade one my names Kelly williams” “a heavily armored male in a hijab walked towards me playfully he came up to me and pulled off his hijab he was a African American . “hey specialist now look Im basically here to keep the moral you catch me ? I was in the navy im Ricky buckman Just call me squid now what do you want to go by kid?” I smiled “echo” “nice choice” Albert “echo” chavez I thought in my head I figured that sounds good. We all jumped in the APC while a kill team of rangers in a heavy Humvee with a mounted sentry gun rolled behind us as the whole convoy of kill force 6 prepared for battle. I thought about all my training aim for the head,short controlled bursts a shot anywhere else just stunned them. They move fast so they have to be neutralized if you get bitten or infected kill yourself with the poison capsule that was given or a team mate would do it. I grabbed a Kukri blade off the weapon rack that was provided in the APC I looked at its razor sharp edge its brushed steel surface reflected no light I sheathed it and strapped it to my leg. I caught the eye of Kelly who was fiddling around with the UAV control panel she looked at me and smiled. The APC's lights blinked red prompting us that we are in a hot zone. The APC vibrated as the co pilot took out a pack of runners with the Dillon remote controlled mini gun. We all loaded our weapons and packed up some ammo. Hunter and squid looked at each other and they bumped fists. I put a clip in my ACR and cocked it I turned on the eotech scope and strapped on my helmet and then slid on a black baklava. The APC driver prompted a alarm which was the signal that the door was opening, the big metal door slowly lowered its platform to the ground and we all got out Kelly was the last one out she grabbed that control panel and slid it into her bag she ran out and flipped the close button on the APC. We met up with the four other teams in our sector who already exited there Humvee's. A black Humvee that I never knew was in the convoy rode up and a military adviser jumped out and barked orders like some scared little dog and then jumped back in glad that he wasn't us. He positioned eight snipers on the roof who where each divided into teams of four they zip lined up the roofs and soon each team where picked up by two little bird helicopters the rest of us where on the ground either Humvee calvary hit teams or long range grenade support foxtrot was positioned on the magnificent mile at least it was magnificent. We cautiously walked down the street with another team of 6 watching our back and little birds with snipers covering us and telling us where the nearest pack is. It was empty until we got a report a pack of twenty runners where heading straight for us about 3 blocks away we had about a minute to prepare, snipers took out some and only six broke there steady aim and where 5 feet away, I drew my weapon and just before I could fire a Humvee rammed half the pack of runners over my team shot at there heads to finish them off . I stunted back and fell startled by a runner with broken legs dragging its smelly corpse towards me, my team did not even notice as they where pre occupied with finishing off the pack it grabbed my boot and pulled itself onto my chest I pushed it back and hunter tackled it and shot it once it grazed its ear he then rad up to it and curb stomped its head in over and over, like an egg it crunched under his boot he then walked towards me and picked me up and then our comm's screeched with a danger code: sector red REPEAT SECTOR RED!! this is not a drill!! squid looked at Kelly “OH shit radio the APC radio the APC!!” Kelly hastily radioed the APC and it arrived around the corner ASAP she got in and took the panel out of her backpack all the rangers got back in there Humvee's and formed up a line of vehicle's and the APC was in front we all jumped in and squid popped open 3 of the four combat hatches. We took stance and poked our body's out of the hatches while Kelly was typing away at the panel. “Kelly get us that predator drone NOW!!” “on it Echo..about.....NOW!! get ready for some boom boom boys” she said over the comm a predator drone deployed from a building somewhere and roared across the city's night sky. The little birds shot flares into out immediate area and the military advisor said nervously over the comm “formation green zone ASAP make space for one more hummer!!” his hummer screeched into our circle formation at the middle of the block intersection. We all could hear the uproar and the screaming rage of the Runners it was 9:00 PM and my stomach dropped as runners came at us from every angle swarming in between all the vehicles as we took out as much as we can the advisor yelled. “Break formation head for lane 3 of sector 5 Kelly yelled “but thats a dead end we have no where to go !!” “exactly now MOVE !!” we hastily rammed out way thru the crowd of runners it was easily about 200 to 300 runners we reached the street which was a dead end it was blocked by a collapsed building from all the beach bombing runs. We waited for 5 minutes until we saw it our doom three times as much runners appeared and headed for the convoy. The driver looked bewildered “Get ready im breaking position” he advanced the APC towards the crowd its massive tires gripping the rubble and concrete so agile and quick. He opened fire the Dillon mini gun until there was not one round left. the APC swiveled madly like a dog chasing its tail, all the blood and body matter stuck to the tire made it impossible to control. The whole interior rocked forward on impact with the flipped car. suddenly a screech and the APC flipped over on its side. the runners ignored the APC and went for the group of Humvee's ripping the rangers out that had not locked there Humvee door and devouring them. We herd the screams despite layer after layer of Kevlar and Armour of the APC. My radio started to squawk. “ Pindad Panser down repeat,flipped on its side calling in little bird for support !! bring in UH-60 shadow for medivac ASAP!” I groaned in pain the impact was hard,i could taste blood in my mouth my world was spinning. my team mates did not move they where all laying face down. I soon passed out Chapter 5 delta crimson “Delta crimson GO GO GO !!” I awoke in a sweat, I felt normal again I wiped my blood crusted face off. I leaned up and saw them. “Squid Kelly Hunter Your all alive !” hunter smiled “the crowds not givin up. Hurry mate we got to get outta this APC or crimson is just gonna have to save us” Crimson was an elite rescue squad of some of the best rescue force members in the military marines,rangers,green berets, you name em they can save you. Suddenly we heard the roar of helicopters. Then the door of the APC light up and blew of its hinges a soldier in a crimson baklava shined a light me and my team he latched two metal hooks onto our APC and then the helicopter lifted us into the air, this vehicle the best attack helicopter crafted by the engineer crew over at Hudson base they called it the Shadow because thats all it was, a quick killer in the night. A man made machine manufactured to kill and thats what it was best at. I broke for the chopper and jumped in then squid then Kelly it started to take off right before it left ground hunter grabbed the bay door and climbed in. “forgetting something ?” He threw me my ACR bushmaster which started to look like the generals FN 2000 it was scuffed and marked in every crack and crease. A crimson medivac specialist handed us some refreshments and snacks he said he picked it up at his last raid. He gave me some meds, adrenalin shots use them as a last resort of energy he said. I looked at squid who was holding his dog tag “ man echo you see how that APC flipped on us I almost crapped my pant's” I laughed at the joke even if its not funny my team needs the moral. I looked it the pilot he caught my stare. “where going to the main objective” I sighed and looked away hunter looked at me and made some type of hand signal. “hey Kelly you think we could of died back there” “easily hunter luckily the runners did not find our APC interesting” I looked over at Kelly who was looking at the cracked screen of the control panel. “hey Kelly what all did you use that panel for” “i saved the whole platoon with this thing while you where taking a nap, now its gone and base is a long fly away. The screen broke when the APC flipped. And the predator drone crashed without me controlling it” “damn, nothing good ever lasts long does it” “well echo thats not true your still alive aren't you ?” I we both smiled and when the happiness broke it was back to work. chapter 6 Raid The shadow landed on the roof of a building about 3 blocks away from objective R.R.T.R (runner ruled territory raid) our forces had to kill all runners and take back the sears tower. Kelly was stationed on the roof with hundreds of other snipers .with her barret M82 which ripped into 2 to 3 runners at a time with its large caliber amour piercing rounds. Military advisors sent Ground troops they marched the streets for the main attack on the R.R.T (runner ruled territory). Soldiers of all pact creed and faction marched side by side. the ISF (Iraqi Security Forces) the IRA (Irish Republican Army) even the CIA and DEA forces were marching along with whole police precincts including the bulk of the U.S military. This battle was inevitable and we are going to win.
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