Talon Company: Dogs of War

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Talon Company: Dogs of War

Postby Caanon » Wed Jul 14, 2010 2:01 pm

5 August 2009. I was born in the Infection. My mother was the Raider, Longshot, Recon, Maverick and Nitefinder, my father was the devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon a Zombies life. I eat concertina, piss napalm, and I can put a nerf dart through a Zombies’ ass at 20 meters. I travel the Campus, purging Undead everywhere I go, for the love of mum, Ford, baseball, and guzzaline. I’m a Merc. I’m the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that’s kept the wolf away from the sheep for the past 2 years. I’m a Talon Company: Dogs of War. We look like soldiers, talk like sailors, and shoot the nerf out of both of them. We’re in the ass kicking business and business is good. On the 7th day, when God rested and the Zombies overran his perimeter we stepped in and we’ve been taking care of business ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Dog by God. FTD. Nut up or Shutup.

(Based off 10 November by an Anonymous Marine)
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Re: Talon Company: Dogs of War

Postby Caanon » Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:23 pm

Dogs of War Cadence (Based upon Blood upon the Risers, Sung to battle Hymn of the Republic)

He was just a cherry Prospect and he surely shook with fright
As he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to the awful Zombies roar,
And he ain't gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

"Is everybody happy?" cried the Pack leader, looking up.
Our hero feebly answered "yes," and then they stood him up.
He leaped right out into the zone, his weapon he brought up.
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

He watched left, he watched right, he waited for the shock;
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he reached for that lonely sock;
He’d forgot to watch his back and now he was out of luck.
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

The Zombie wrapped around his neck, its teeth went to the bone;
It’s fingers wrapped around his throat and his cries went unknown;
His bandana became his shroud as he hurtled to the ground.
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind;
He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind;
He thought about the squad and wondered what they’d find.
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

The Dogs of War were on the spot, the clients running wild;
Pack Members jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled;
For it had been a week or more since the last Prospect had failed.
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high;
His comrades were then heard to say, "A helluve way to die";
He lay there rolling ‘round in the welter of his gore.
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

There was blood upon the Black Dog, there were brains upon his mav;
Intestines were a-dangling from what he used to have;
They picked him up and buried him six feet down.
He ain’t gonna bite no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna bite no more
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Re: Talon Company: Dogs of War

Postby Caanon » Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:52 pm

Caanon’s Journal. July 26th, 2010: Dog carcass in alley this morning, teeth marks on burst stomach. This campus is afraid of them. I have seen its true face. The lecture theatres are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their politics and BS will foam up about their waists and all the intellectuals and academics will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "Pay me."

They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipe until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth talkers...and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.

A dog died at the ANU last night…

(A cookie to anyone who knows what this one is based off )
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Re: Talon Company: Dogs of War

Postby BLACK_Commando » Tue Jul 27, 2010 9:05 am

watchmen.
HAZMAT.
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Re: Talon Company: Dogs of War

Postby Caanon » Tue Jul 27, 2010 9:55 pm

(Well you're half right, I was looking for Rorschach's Journal to be precise. You can have your cookie but you'll have to find me outside to get it :twisted: )

Caanon’s Journal: 27 July, 2010:

A dog was reborn at ANU last night…

I’m tired of these cowards and there abandoned luxuries, discarded at the first sign of struggle or fight. Therapeutic violence, they don’t care anymore about things outside their grasp, things that don’t matter, they just care to keep breathing for one more agonising minute.

But the lesson is learned to late, none of these fools deserve to survive. My comrades didn’t so why should they. Through three infections now I’ve seen my men die, good men fed to the wolves to protect the sheep. Each time I asked myself why? Why did they have to make the sacrifice so quickly squandered so some intellectual can go back to sipping lattés and bitching about some triviality?

There was no reason and there is no cure. There is no salvation, no light at the end of the tunnel, no place free of the infection, no rescue. There is only us and them… and this infection, this plague that strikes at those around us is not the zombies… it’s life. But we will sterilise it as you sterilise a needle, we will burn the diseased virus of life out of them all. They’re all going to die.

A dog woke up at the ANU tonight.

(Wooo Original Content, this was not based off anything else written by someone else but a progression from my previous game tale of war ect. The added darkness of the story is not directed at any players or the game itself, I just feel it suited the progression of my narrative so don’t get offended and think I hate you… except for those people I do hate, you can get offended all you like because I don’t care, I hate you.)
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Re: Talon Company: Dogs of War

Postby Caanon » Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:18 am

Caanon’s Journal: 28 July 2010:

From little towns in a far land we came,
To save our honour and a world aflame.
By little towns in a far land we sleep;
And trust that world we won for you to keep


(On a Canadian War Memorial, by Rudyard Kipling)

But how have you kept that world we left you? Did you honour it, cherish it, protect it? Or did you throw it away again so more men and women from little towns would have to die for your indulgence? That blood is on your hands now, every blood curdled scream rings in your ears not mine and not my brethren. We will tear down that world, tear down your false walls and lies of safety until you are forced stand before us. Then you will know fear, know pain, know the sacrifice so many have made you for you.

How will you leave this world? Will it be on your knees cowering or with honour on you feet? What honour, you don’t even know what the word means let alone the ideal. Only you could have corrupted something so pure as honour, twisting it into some sickly disguise or excuse.

No, you will hide, you will cower and burrow away like the rats you are. You can’t protect yourselves so why protect each other. Just keep running, keep digging away until you feel safe again and in time we will come for you. We will drag you kicking and screaming from your holes for all the others to see and then it will be there turn.

A dog was enlightened at the ANU last night…
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Re: Talon Company: Dogs of War

Postby Caanon » Fri Jul 30, 2010 10:30 am

Caanon’s Journal: 29 July 2010:



Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone

When they come I will stand my ground
Stand my ground I’ll not be afraid

Thoughts of home take away my fear
Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears

Once a year say a prayer for me
Close your eyes and remember me

Never more shall I see the sun
For I fell to a Germans gun

Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone

Where before many more have gone

In memory of Sgt. Charles Stuart MacKenzie
Seaforth Highlanders
Who along with many others gave up his life
So that we can live free

We will remember them

Sgt. Mackenzie
- Joseph Kilna MacKenzie 2000

How many of them are left? How many of you are still hiding away in your holes from the cold and rain while honourable men and women keep falling around you?

The ground is filled with honoured fallen, there is no more room you. Who will you lay you down? Who will care enough for you to pay respect when you have not paid respect to others? You will lie to rot in the open, the carrion picking at you decaying flesh, forgotten.

But we are not forgotten, you will remember us and think of us for every living second you have left.

A dog went hunting a ANU tonight…
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