EDIT: Story is now interactive. I will update a new chapter once a week on Thursday nights around 11pm.
RULES: if you want something to happen to our hero simply reply to this thread in the following format. (I don't want grammatical corrections, I realize from time to time I will use improper grammar.. this is by choice to emphasize a style.)
Post in the subject: "IDEA!!"
and in the message body post a maximum of 25 words what you want to happen. this will make it more interesting for me to write. (i will not add your idea if it is more then 25 words.)
Have fun I can't wait to see where this will go.
Chapter 1___________ A hero's welcome...
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... It was a long night. I slept maybe 2 hours tops, gritting my teeth getting ready for the drop. AA fire lit up the night sky, and being green to combat, I was shaking in my boots. My pack felt like it carried the weight of millions of peoples lives resting nestled inside. ...
3... 2.... 1... Go GO GO!
Green light was issued, and before i knew it I was spiraling downwards from miles in the air. A patchwork of explosions and hot bullets peppered the scene below.
18000 feet, 17500feet, chute-out! and my slow quiet decent begins with the rippling and snapping sound of high power rounds below accompanied by the flapping and whistling of the air rippling past my USMC issued parachute.
I can slowly make out the source of AA fire in the night air. WHizZZ- to my left no more then 25 feet away and to the south the young private next to me wasn't so lucky. He began to loose control as his chute lost form, and seemingly in slow motion tore itself down the middle. He began to fall faster and straighter to the blanket below. I may have heard him scream, although it may been the whistling of the air rushing by...
10000 feet, My heart races. I can't recall being this scared during training. Quite the contrary, I was excited to plummet to the earth below. I suppose the upwards hail of 50cal rounds can shock even the bravest into an existence questioning dilemma. Everything seems to slow down when you're up here. The raging battle below appearing to be so distant though the fog of night.
I look down at my wrist, 2000 feet. I begin to prepare myself. I begin to try to orient my surroundings; I veered north to far. The LZ is 10KM and south east of my current destination. None the less I gather my thoughts, and slow my chute as much as possible anticipating the bone crunching thud that awaits me.
ThWoMP! I roll as my knees crumble below me, slightly tangled in my cords: a good landing. glancing left and right I cut my self free, ready my rifle, tuck my chute and radio in....
Chapter 2___________ Regret...
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[radio static] ..." This Bravo 4, anybody copy? "... [radio static] ... "Repeat Bravo 4, do you copy?" Nothing. My compass looks worse for the wear but it's still functioning. I pull out my map, ruler and and compass and begin to locate where I landed. The silence of the low breeze through the brush is eerie and encompasses my senses. I must persist on. I must survive. I must get to the extraction point. *rustling* I whip around clock-wise 180 degrees.... [TBC] (posting at 11pm tonight)
