The marine looked up from his tracker screen, something was closing in fast. He flicked a switch and the tracker monitor vanished into his cybernetic arm.



"Okay boys, look alive". Demigod growled and swore he'd kill those bastards for stealing his prototype armed MAX



Look, for god's sake man - they probably didn't do it intentionally... dvVIII's pulse rifle was shaking in his hand, the tracker's slow blip was getting louder.



Man, you sure we have to kill them? Hicks sighed and pulled his smartgun up to his chest.



Out of sight hanging onto a girder, the prezesator uncloaked, he cursed as he dropped his donut, it bounced off dvVIII's head and rolled about the floor of the hanger.



What the fuck was that??? He yelped and looked up to the ceiling



Okay Gentlemen, they're here, remember - shoot to kill.



"Hello? Anyone in there? We're from Fox's game division, somebody phoned us inviting us over for pizza, and here at Fox, we never turn down a free meal..



Demigod growled.



FIRE!!!

The Swiss guards [who came in on a passenger spacer to see the Pupe] were mowed down with explosive rounds.

I took it upon myslef to get the crew together.

AvP2.net was a new venture by me and Prezes and we needed some good people skilled in the doubly dodgy and dubious art of xenomorph extermination.



I searched far and wide and discovered some good guys willing to take on the established crews.

After all it didn't matter how many aliens you HAD killed before, but whether you were willing to do it again, and again and again.



Here, we had the advantage. Plus a couple of psycho's amongst us who were willing to do anything just to see some acid flow. I told them:

"go to the chemical plant..." but they ignored me and prepared the weapons.



It was gonna get nasty.

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They were the best of the best.



Sadly, they were the best of the best - in the field of running like hell from the nearest sign of anything that bled, let alone had acid for blood.



So when Fox stole the plans for the armed powerloaded from demigod, things would never be the same again.



"I'd like a gun please" growled Demigod to the pulse rifle salesman.



"Aren't you a little young to be playing with guns sonny?"



"Dont do that, i've got a smartgun license"



"Okay then, well how much have you got to spend?"



"2 bags of toffees and a cup of stale coffee?"



"Oh, you'll be wanting our 'special deal' i see... follow me out back" The gun salesman took Demi to see the B.O.B - Bloody 'orrible Bot



It had so many new and exciting features, not only did it allow you to run screaming from the enemy at THREE TIMES the speed of a normal man, but it allowed you to do it in style - Yes - B.O.B is equipped with roller blades and has a sun roof!



Demi paid the man and decided it was time to go recruit his gang, so that they could then terminate Fox for being such twats by nicking his ideas.



It was time for payback.

It was Monday, a nice little day. People walked to their vehicles, briefcases held ready, Tampax tampons ready for the dangerous desk assignments [to stop the bleeding, you see], snadwiches in their breast pockets.



I dragged the B.O.B. out of my neighbours garage [mine burnt down after the last scuffle with Fox] and powered it up.



It took me 60 pulls on the ripcord before the engine caught and bellowing smoke envelped the street. Diesel power, huh....

I belted myself in and secured the wheel.

"Right, I'm off..." the neighbour's dog pissed on my left steel foot and a screw fell off....

B.O.B chugged at a brisk 2 foot an hour, after the right arm fell off it was obvious Demi was going to get nowhere, so he tied a piece of string around B.O.B's waist and lassoed it onto a passing lorry, the built in roller blades helped B.O.B and Demi ride with the wind blowing in his hair. After missing a turning and hitting a tree, Demi knocked on dvVIII's door



"Yo man, can ya come out kill some aliens?"



"I dunno, ill have to ask - mom, can i go kill some aliens? Uh huh... yes... ok, thanks mom, yes ill be back before 8pm! - Yeah Demi, its okay to go, did you get us a drop ship?"



"No, but i got this neat robot, it... sorry, just gotta put the legs back on..."



"Aha, well im not going to kill anything with that, so i bought a smartgun, knowing full well you're bad at shopping for anything, let alone weaponry."



"Have you noticed something by the way? I felt like i was being followed here... an eerie presence..."



"Yeah, i felt it too - its a prezesator, they hunt us lot and kill us, put our heads on spikes etc etc - he's over the road watching us"



"Where?"



"He's cloaked silly"



"Oh, sorry - didn't realise"



"Dont look in his direction fool! He'll think we've seen him"



"But we haven't seen him..."



"Thats... oh god you've confused me"



"Lets rock"



B.O.B tied to the back of a pizza delivery bike they managed to hijack, then they set off in search of the remaining marines....

"Damnit Demi! Could you have found anything HEAVIER to ride into battle?!?!" dvVIII cursed between breathes as he pedaled the pizza bike. Looking back he was surprised and outraged to see Demi and Swiss chugging beers and taking pot shots at pedestrians from the cramped cockpit of the B.O.B.

"Betcha next round you can't peg that woman walking her dog" Swiss slurred while pointing over Demi's shoulder"

"Gimme a challenge Swiss" Demi laughed "Look the size of her ass, Stevie Wonder could hit it!"

"A challenge huh...okay, how about...

when they were quickly interrupted by the marine next to them screaming, "DIDNT YOU FUCKING HEAR ME A GROUP OF F$#%ING ALIENS ARE INCLOSING ON THIS POSITION 150 METERS AWAY AT 12o'clock GET YOUR GUNS READY!!!" They started to load their guns when...



(I hope its ok if i join in on the story...)

insert this at the top of the previous reply -------> He thought about a reply (when...)

I always had trouble with running the BOB, but my inherent genius surmounted most obsatcles. I say "most" because that day the monster was stuck in second gear and without a set of wrenches [$4000], some oil [$309] and some space to work [$6000 fine for public nudity when lying under the BOB] I couldn't do squat.



We chugged slowly and majestically along the town's main street, and I managed to grin at several nice looking women. The wind rustled my hair [admittedly, it was stuck to my scalp like cement- unwashed for weeks] and diesel fumes filled the cabin, but I was happy.

It was gonna be a good alien-killing, woman-sniffing day.