yesterday, we went out with the church for a bit of... Action We played this game called: "Tactical Real- Life Gaming" TRG for short.
We KENA Tio OWNED!!!
I'll post the pictures If i can get my hands on them first...
Here are the rules, we form groups of 4. our group included: Squad Leader - Nevin Support - Jackie/ ME! Sniper Support - Wei Kang Sniper - Yang Peng
We were group 4 6 matches in total 0 matches won
And there was another BB team they later betrayed us when we played 3 team battles.
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"You people are each given a 30 seconds countdown! The moment it runs out, the game starts," the commander yelled, spraying spittle into the faces of the many recruits facing him. "You people are required to run, and I mean RUN! Not skimper like innocent sissies, if you want to survive. You are authorised to use any cover and your weapons issued to you. Be smart, find places to hide and use tatics! Now, GO! Your countdown starts NOW!"
8 soldiers, roughly in their teens launched themselves from the Pelican pad. Each squad quickly fanned out professioally and moved out to their hiding spots. Team 4 moved into the open park while team 5 moved behind the small outpost.
Nevin signalled the squad for a weapons check. Each member of the squad had been issued a Guardian rifle which they gazed down at its display. The squad only had 15 more seconds to position before the game started. Each gun was fitted with an infared laser that fired in a cone shape and a grenade launcher under the gun. But the grenades were taken out today for safety reasons. There was a reciever at the top of the rifle to recieve the beam. Then, it would then make a sound and flash, to indicate that the member of the squad had been hit. Friendly fire was switched off. There was no melee in this session.
Wei Kang dived into the sandpit got behind the Rock wall. Yang Peng made a mad dash to the trees. Nevin ducked behind the cover box a few metres away from Jackie, who adjusted the butt rest of his rifle and, satisfied, rested it on his shoulder. It gave a beep to indicate that the session had started.
Yang Peng peeked around the edge of the tree, rifle at the ready. The opposition saw him and started firing. Damn, he thought, they were in perfect flanking position. Over at the other end of the park, the rest of the squad opened fire.
Upon recieving fire from a more superior force, team 5 ducked behind the outpost... and came up from the other end. Spraying the rest of the squad with supression fire. Jackie, who had moved out of cover and moving towards the outpost, had to retreat. Nevin, who found out that he was being flanked, and hurting badly, jumped up from his cover, running as he did so. Wei Kang was firing nonstop, and ducked back behind cover, gun smoking, and "overheated".
Yang Peng, at this moment, decided to run back to Wei Kang at the wall. Fortunately for him, team 5 was at the other end of the outpost and were too busy facing the rest of the squad. He made it to the sandpit without much trouble. Wei Kang then decided to get up close and personal and Jackie had just reached the metal sign, having realised that sharing the same cover with Nevin would be a bit crowded.
Jackie finished his reload and looked at Nevin, who, like the rest of the squad, was panting and soaked in sweat. He yelled, twice before he got Nevin's attention.
"What should we do Nevin?!"
Nevin shook his head, to clear the disorientation. Jackie yelled again. He had to focus, focus on the game, or die. On the other side to Jackie, Yang Peng and Wei Kang, who had decided to come back, were looking at him.Team 5 had ceased fire
He pointed at Jackie and gave the circle round signal or also known as the flanking maneuver. Jackie nodded, he held up his fingers to give a countdown.
3...2...1...
Jackie broke from cover, and made a mad dash towards the other small structure beside the outpost. The rest of the squad moved over their cover to provide cover fire.
So far so good, no one had spotted Jackie yet.
Jackie ran to the other end of the outpost, where there were the enemy had ceased fire. He ducked into the small structure and raised his rifle. The leader of team 5 peeked over the edge of the outpost and started firing at team 4.
Jackie sighted the enemy through the gunsights...
"Gotcha"
He fired from his fixed position. Team 5 leader's gun registered a few hits before he found out where the oncoming fire was coming from. He raised the gun with a single arm and continued firing at Jackie, along with his team mate.
Jackie ducked away and requested for cover fire.
Nevin had moved into position by that time and expertly shot the other team. Unfortunately, he was out in the open and got hit.
At this moment, the buzzer sounded to end the session.
Both team 4 and team 5 went for a break each while the other teams started their game.
Flanking from the sides of the metal post. Nevin is lying down, kinda blocked from view..
That cover ain't big enough for the 4 of us... Run. Run. RUNNNN!!!!
Benjamin decides to camp on top of the rock wall. Get a few kills. And make himself a Giant signpost that says: HIT ME! I'M UP HERE!!! I'm vulnerable!!!!
And then Andrew says: BACK OFF! HE'S MINE!!!!
Here we go, I finally got some pictures up. I'll get more when i have the time
About the embarrassing soccer match be had last Saturday
Sunday, November 11, 2007
the soccer match last saturday was a disaster we lost by 1-5 so what? the opponent only scored 2 goals the other 3 goals were done by our carelessness not to mention; shermond shot another one of his own goals kinda sad isn't it? both soccer matches, each with one own goal so long, see ya, i'm still praying to get into 3E2 really hope to go in, i am seriously sincere
-LCP Jackie
Time
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Hi again, now that i know how valuable time is, I am willing to make the fullest of it. I still pray that i will get into 3E2
So, here's a little story to show the importance of time, and the past.
"We don't want to change the Future. We don't belong here in the Past. the government doesn't like us here. we have to pay big graft to keep our franchise. A Time Machine is finicky business. Not knowing it, we might even kill an important animal, a small bird, a roach, a flower even, thus destroying an important link in a growing species." "That's not clear," said Eckels. "All right," Travis continued, "say we accidentally kill one mouse here. That means all the future families of this one particular mouse are destroyed, right?" "Right" "And all the families of the familiesof that one mouse! With a stamp of your foot, you annihilate first one, the a dozen, then a thousand, a million, a billion possible mice!" "So they're dead," said Eckels, "So what?" "So what?" Travis snorted quietly. "Well, what about the foxes that need those mice to surviv? For want to ten mice, a fox dies. For want of ten foxes, a lion starves. For want of a lion, all manner of insects, vultures, infinite billions of life forms are thrown into chaos and destruction. Eventually it all boild down to this: fifty-nine million years later, a cavemen, one of a dozen on the entire world, goes hunting wild boar, or saber-toothed tiger for food. But you, my friend, have stepped on all the tigers in that region. By stepping on one single mouse. So the caveman starves. And the caveman, please note, is not just any expandable man, no! He is an entire future nation. From his loins would have sprung ten sons. From their loins one hundred sons, and thus onward to a civilisation. Destroy this one man, and you destroy a race, a people, and entire history of life. It is comparable to slaying some of Adam's grandchildren. The stomp of your foot, on one mouse, sould start an earthquake, the effects of which could shake our Earth and estinies down through Time, to their very foundations. With the death of that one caveman, a billion others are yet unborn are throtled in the womb. Perhaps Rome never rises on it seven hills. Perhaps Europe is forever a dark forest, and only Asian waxes healthy and teeming. Step on a mouse and you crush the pyramids. Step on a mouse and you leave you print, like a Grand Canyon, across Eternity. Queen Elizabeth might never be born. Washington might not cross Delaware, there might never be a United States at all. So be careful, Stay on the Path. Never step off!"
Adapted from "A Sound Of Thunder", a short story by Ray Bradbury
And that's that, I guess. If you want to know the ending of the story, tell me.
Regret... Regret... Regret
Hi Guys, I'm pretty depressed right now, i know what i did and i know what i did was wrong
Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
i didn't study for maths i'm sorry for that now i can't take A-maths can't get into the class that i want
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
you know, its pretty stupid when you think of it when you had nearly all the time in the world and plenty of time to study you take it for granted, lost my opportunity...
Stop right there! I never should have Done that, it's the very moment that I wish that I could take back.
Now i only have my appeal to rely on that was pretty stupid of me all i can do now is to hope and pray that the appeal gets through and that i get to 3E2.
I'm sorry for the person I became.
Pray and Hope the two things i have with me right now. I am willing to Change.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I Promise and Swear to God that: If I ever get into class 3E2 I'll will change into a better person and I'll treasure every opportunity I have, so that I will not regret it at the end of next year.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
Regret... Regret... Regret... Just to cheer some of you up, here's a little dialogue from Halo2
CORTANA: The message just repeats. 'Regret, Regret, Regret.'
MIRANDA: Catchy. Any idea what it means?
SGT. JOHNSON: Dear Humanity... we Regret being alien bastards. We Regret coming to Earth. And we most definitely Regret that the Corps just blew up our raggedy-ass fleet!
PILOTS (in unison): Hoo-rah!
CORTANA: Regret is a name, Sergeant. The name of one of the Covenant's religious leaders. A Prophet. He's on that carrier, and he's calling for help.
