Lt. Benito Tecumseh Pain

[General Pain]

waiting for info from HQ

[headquarters]

LA July 4th 1200hrs Temperature 25 C*

A merciless wind howled around the corners of the Library Tower ,whirling clouds of finely powdered ,grey dust up to coat the outside of the NBC - proof windows.20 stories below a ragged line of huddled workers shuffled uncomfortably out into the RAD storm escorted by the MOPP Suited guards.They were heading to the ruins due north to start rebuilding or looting yet another dilapidated structure.General Pain watched them with eyes red and sore from the amount of booze he had helped himself to .He threw his gunbelt on the table without noticing the dent it gave the polished wood.
He ran a few fingers over his scalp and closed his eyes as he brought the hand down to see."..Hay una historia linda ..Un historia de mi amor...He hissed the Norteno ballad under his breath and opened his eyes .
He looked at the hair coming of his head and swore. Rad sickness had made his gums sore,made him puke for days,loose 35 pounds ,shit liquid for over a forthnight,put him down and out with fatigue countless times (whiskey didnt help -but couldnt possibly hurt either he found).And now the shit was taking his hair.Maybe it would grow out with red curls .He gave a little steely sneer of mirth

Outside to the east the ruins of the once majestic downtown sector lay gaping with mangled skeletons of the once huge buildings.A million pieces of broken glass made the dust shimmer with whatever light there was to reflect ,making the ground close to the once gleaming office buildings seem almost fluorescent .Some steadily decomposing cadavers in a street far below had attracted another pack of dogs.The guards fired of a few shots winging one of them as they scampered over the rubble to get away.Nothing unauthorized was allowed to breathe in the secure area around his beloved Library tower.Those dogs would kill and eat anyone not armed if they had their chance anyway.He sipped his herbal tea and gathered his wolf coat around him .That damn kne was acting up again .You would think several generations of WWI and II amputees would have laid the groundwork for the design of his leg.It still made his knee where it buckled on stiff and sore from time to time.Below and further out east ,tracers flashed across the grey ruins .A patrol was clearing a building suspected of marauder or insurgent elements.He watched the small pricks of yellow tracer hiss across the street in front of the building ,raking the door .Some tracers zapped the other way.

But the gangs to the east were a nuisance at most ,denying the area only halfheartidly and never fighting efficiently enough to throw him back .The marauders to his south also so -tougher in terms of available firepower but still basically the same.

It was the north and west sectors that bothered him .The North .Only 10 kilometeres out the loyal men and women of his former organization were squabbling over what to do no that he was MIA , presumed KIA.None of them had taken well the proposal for a sit down and some had threathened immideate attack.

But the west was different .The sectorcommander in this -the last of the four uncontrolled areas that surrounded his headquarters was welcoming him with open arms and callling for his urgent transportation to meet up under the sector commanders protection.All the others had warned him not to try and assert his authority and keep well away -even if he in deed was General Pain ,alive and in the flesh.

But the western sector commander was different .He respectfully urged him to come and meet him -as father and son .

[General Pain]

After a plot by General Pain's son ;George Michal Zorg Pain ,the honourable General Pain tried to have his incolent offspring killed. But the little twerp seemed to have learned a trick or two from his heroic father and escaped his kill squads. Much to the General's disapointment.

[headquarters]

LA has suffered badly after the terrorist attacks of 2004.The acts of terror destroyed several blocks of the city and killed tens of thousands of inhabitants.The breakdown and consequent efforts to restore law and order and stabilize the supply situation immideately after, killed hundreds of thousands.

The retaliatory attacks made by the US of A -its last move as a sovereign and undivided nation - prompted a response in kind form the former partners in the mutual assured destruction death pact.The exchange was limited however ,for reasons unknown.

Having been the target for several nuclear devices on two differnt occassions did not do much to improve the LA smog at first .But as the milions of citizens flooded the countryside and the makeshift FEMA camps north and north west of the city and the fires that ravaged it had died down ,it began to dissolve never to return.The city ,nuked,burned and the scene of bitter fighting between various agencies and their civillian opponents soon settled into its routine as a ghost town of immense proportions.The wind blew down empty streets filled with wrecked cars and litter .It seemed desolate .But it really wasnt .Scavengers scampered over the debris to get what supplies they could.Small groups of survivors huddled in their makeshift fortifications squinting into the dark at night to spot any marauding intruder bent on taking food or women.

Shots rang out from time to time as a pack of dogs got to come too close for comfort or two different groups came upon the same cache at the same time.

Gangs in gaudily painted vehicles -some of them grafittied LAPD cruisers roamed the streets .Being alone and unarmed made it a matter of time before you succumbed.

The sudden and violent grab for control by the organized and well supplied Praetorian guards of General Pain and his cult of postapocalyptic acolytes sent shocks through the precarious system of gangland rules and territorial agreements that had become LA 5 years later.

Shock troops wearing body armour and wielding AKs with plenty ammunition mowed down any and all opposition ,quickly establishing the new order.

Years of relative peace followed.Although war against outsiders still raged .MilGov bombed the ruined city from time to time .Small rebellions occured that gen.PAin put down with as much collateral damage as possible in the rebel camps.

As the supplies became steady order and loyalty increased.Give a man food enough to live and you would be amazed of the lengths he will go to for you.

The relative peace was shattered after 9 years of steady growth and prosperity.The crops from all the little and big plots in LA and the herds of livestock, (much of it was rabbits and rats - but hey -they taste like chicken with enough salt) ,were almost feeding 250 000 people by then .The fisheries another 100 000.

General Pain went missing in the middle of a threatening MilGov offensive.

Without any warning LA was hit by nuclear weapons a third time the summer of 2019.Later Pains analyzis would lead him to believe that this attack was the largest to date but locally and globally.As far as limitations in a nuclear exchange go ,he predicted that this round had seen as much as 10 000 warheads in the air .Whereas the earlier exchanges had been "token" in comparrison.

The empire broke up. Various heirs to his position - related or not - emerged with their own hierarchy of military units scrounged from his chain of command.

The gangs threw of the bonds of control he had imposed and rearmed.(They were already being armed as a "peoples militia" to ward of the expected MilGov offensive from Arizona in the spring that year.

Infighting broke loose in earnest when it became clear that PacGov wasnt coming back from this one anytime soon -and supplies were not going to be restocked.

LA is divided roughly into 5-6 general zones.
NORTH : a confederation of heirs aligned in the common cause that the man in the library tower is an impostor and should be fought -the question of succession is not settled among them either .A typical two act piece if ever there was one
West : The would be usurper Zorg George Michael Pain ( named by both his parents independently) and his loyal EndoGuard ,mostly former Pretorians and loyal auxilliaries.With his legitimacy as the oldest son and the emergency powers he has been able to utilize the 14 year old has taken control over a sizeable chunk of land and resources .His issues with daddy runs deep.This is one serious teenage trouble.

east :unconsolidated ganglands -a multitude of small and big gangs fighting eachother as much as everyone else

south : marauders and petty warlords robbing what they can and trying to copy Gen Pain and jis friends way to the top by building cantonments.Unconsolidated - largely.

Interspersed and strewn about the map are small groups of survivors and communes that try to make it .They live of whatever they can , primitive farming,all sorts of animals are eaten-and they do sometimes rob someone that wont be noticed when he doesnt return.

General Pains disaster contingency plans allowed for the situation LA is in now.Storages with supplies and caches of resources are sprinkled about the city to facilitate the defense in case of siege and/or occupation by MilGov or anyone else.The various factions are busy helping themselve sto the contents.

The Library Tower and the blocks adjacent to it is a citadel in the middle of the mayhem.no one tries anything here .It ha sartillery and sniper detailson watch all the time.

[General Pain]

ACHTUNG ACHTUNG!!!!!!!!

"Here is the latest news from GPGNAR "General Pain's Golden New Age Radio" coming to you live from Los Angeles "

The Pain Praetorians and Wolf Company are recruting...all former praetorians and WC can apply for rejoining/reunion ;families are also welcome.

The General is back and so is his forgiving nature.....

[headquarters]

LA ,July 10th 0325hrs Temperature : 22 C*

Eyes still hurting from the even the subdued emergency lighting in the corridors in his Library Tower -the General hurried angrily down towards the ops room." damn them for interupting " he snarled at the expressionless faces of his bodyguards as they marched ahead and behind him to safeguard his progress."Dont they know what kind of pressure I am under ? Do they have any idea how hard it is to sleep when the fate of everything rests on your shoulders ?" This last sentence he rasped out in an ever increasing volume ending with a high pitched ,angry yell.The sound of the boots of guards snapping to attention all over the floor -startled by his voice made him chuckle. The fear he instilled in his men still made getting up from the first night he had slept well in years kind of worth it .He entered the guarded operations room and a young lieutenant snapped to attention .

"SIR-GENERAL -SIR!" The lieutenant gave him the transcript of and nodded to his radio operator who began playing the recorded message for him .At first just radio noise and distant morsecode signals from desperate ,isolated groups that he couldnt care less about but then a pretty cleare jingle and presentors voice : This Radio America! Freedom is at hand! Rid your self of the impostors and warlords that have assumed governance of our nation!Throw the false General pain from the roof of his beloved library tower ,where he and his croonies sit with the stockpiles of emergency rations that were meant for everyone in this hour of need!

"This is the 5 itiration Sir!"

A popular song seamlessly merged and took over with repeating message " On a lost desert highway..cool wind in my hair.."

Someone who knew their way around a mixing table or a computer were doing this.

"Who is broadcasting this ?" the General demanded.

"we dont know Sir!We only have an approximate location but it would appear that some sort of improvised broadcasting equipment is set ut around 10 miles north of here " The lieutenant looked uncomfortably at the wall still standing at attention.

"Very well" the General finally said after his silence and grim stare at all the present company had lasted almost a full minute ,and finally breaking the thick suspense ." I want that radio shut down and everyone who works there interrogated and then hanged from its antenna mast as notice to the rest of the people up there.Salvage what you can though."

A nervous corporal at the door snapped to attention and handed him another message .He dismissed him and quickly skimmed the the little note .Over 100 people had gathered at the recruiting station for their rations already..

"Soon..soon".. his thoughts wandered to the image of a vast army marching forth under his banner - conquering all in its path .After all- who else was there to give them food and medical attention other than his people ? They would either march under his articles or die by their own in the ruins.

He yawned and stretched .There would be no going back to sleep now .

"Seargent! Get my armour and kit - I want to take a little field trip. there is a radio anchor man who shall have an exclusive to die for. Dont forget the rope ".

[headquarters]

Your presence in the town seems to be causing fear in many of the inhabitants .If you or your men move about in the town there are many women and children who run away screaming and many of the men can be seen turning greenish-white and grasping their weapons with whitening knuckles and fearful wild eyes.

It is clear that your reputation for human sacrifice ,sudden and inexplicable brutal violence and savagery ,that you have carefully crafted over the years by commiting said acts in public or by publishing or leaking the accounts of your war crimes and heinous acts, is affecting the way people see you in Eureka.

You did fight hard and long to get and than keep the status as the "ace of Spades " in the MilGov deck o`war criminal collectors cards .It would seem you are still king of the hill in that regard .

Also there are semi official requests that you limit you and your mens activitis to barracks as much as possible .

Suggestions of "an extreme total makeover" are also made.

You remember the times when all the reality tv people you caught were subjected to "the test of relevance " -either they would have to come up with a pitch that interested you on the spot and then produce it or they would instantly be tossed in the "Death Pit" ( your own 24 hr show,where a bunch of contestants -mostly reality tv types - where thrown together in a Death Pit and had to fight eachother to stay alive .Viewers would vote from time to time and have unpopular characters killed by a variety of devious devices.You had to admit though , it was kind of interesting seeing them try to form alliances etc and then double cross eachother and literally backstab one another .)

[headquarters]

I think I should clarify that while you are feared and viewed with scepticism in Eureka ,the people there would rather have you on their side than not .Maybe you ned to prove your new and honourable intentions ? After all the mothers have been using your name to scare children for a decade all over California and PacGov .

After considering the Algae production I have come up with the following stats:

GROWING REQUIREMENTS :
ELECTRICITY / LIGHTING : Algae strain needs carefully worked heating and lighting schedules .WAter must be 100% pollutant free and heated to 20C* and 25C* at variable sdetermined by harvest /growth cycle. Grow-lamps of high intensity must give light 23 hours a day .Deviation from these parameters means that a crop can be ruined .

This means 500kWhrs pr year is needed pr Cubic meter growth fluids.

SPACE : 1 kg algae needs 1 M3 /1 Cubic meter of water heated to correct temperatures.Space must be shielded from pollutants and a stainless steel vat is optimal .1000 KG crop thus needs 1000M3 vats

FERTILIZER : a special nitrate solution must be added at specific intervalls.The solution can be extracted from manure and similar processes.

App. 1 kg fertilizer must be added pr kg of crop

YIELD : The algae strain doubles every 8 weeks under optimal conditions.

CURRENT STOCKPILE OF SEED STRAIN : You have secured transport vials heated ,lighted and fertilized in 2 big crates that have seperate generators to
keep them within parameters.They contain in total 2 KG Algae Strain .

Projected Output
2019 - 8 kg at maximum .
2020 - 512 kg at maximum
2021 - more than 32 000 kg if optimum parameters kept.

[General Pain]

is this daily output ?

[Rupert Willies]

App. 1 kg fertilizer must be added pr kg of crop

=

Crap in Food out! Ingenious!

[headquarters]

Originally Posted by General Pain

is this daily output ?

no....

as it said this output pr year ( it doubles in 8 weeks provided you apply optimum parameters)

this mean sthat you can only harvest what you do not want to stay around for the next 2 months to multiply .

And this is why it took so many years to reach viable levels when you ran the project in LA.

quick math starting Jan.1 st ending Dec.31:

week 1-8 : 4 kg
week 8-16 : 8 kg
week 16-24 : 16 kg
week 24-32: 32 kg
week 32-40:64 kg
week 40-48: 128 kg
week 48-52: 192 kg

if you eat any under the year ,the results will be less yield of course .

[Rupert Willies]

I think mushrooms are one additional way to go. Shrooms can be massive producers, and require little in ways of heating during growth. Grow medium can be sterilized using boiling water. Should be a nice and fairly easy way to add some additional food stuffs to our dwindling reserves.

[headquarters]

As pr request here is a list of current supply :

Official figures / known by all :

POWDERED ALG O`MATIC ( just add water ) in the following flavours :

Strawberry,Mediterranean Bisque,Porter Steak and TexMexDelight :
10 000

remember that you deduct spent amount when you update next FtF!

Generals private stash of pre -pre-, pre-pre-pre- and pre-pre-pre-pre -war
delicacies such as fine vintages,exquisite liquers,Russian and Iranian Caviars,pickled quail hearts,canned ham with lineage assured to suppliers- to -the -court -of --Royal Spain- pig farmers etc :

18000 kg .

The rumours about this stash is buzzing but no one actually know if it exists.

Remember that any grants from the Eureka Supply Office goes through formal application - meaning that they will consider your need for food according to your current larder status.(They dont know about the crates of decadent foodstuffs though .Or the Rembrandts .Or the Mayan gold tablets.Or the Czar family Faberge eggs.Or the Fur coats .Or the Jackson Pollock private pistol target paintings that you have .( "call that art ?I will show you art .Here !Hold -hic!-thsi botlle and give me your p-pizstol .5 quick shots right in the green there ( ! ) .What w-will you wager ?? he? ey?")

[headquarters]

Your quartermaster informs you that given your current situation you will be out of food in 11 days (downtime actual) -unless you break into the secret stash wich makes it 18 days more .

After 11 days -or 29 days depending- your personell will begin to starve .It is predicted that they will be able to survive from 14-38 days given enough clean water .

He asks you to advice him in further communications on this subject to the men .

Your personell officer informs you that some new potential Wolf Co. recruits have been located -but not signed up yet .Do you wish to enlist them ?

Also a possible solution is to downsize the organisation according to personel.

1st. California Volunteers have stated that they will pay every able bodied and loyal man and woman if they join their ranks , so unemployment is not really an issue to worry about if people are let go .

What are your orders ?

[General Pain]

A service for our 2 fallen comrades, who gave their life in the line of duty, is held outside Eureka.

[General Pain]

Well to save our future and solve the food problem, General Pain anounces his newest concept.

(I can see I have misspelled....damn paint-shit-appz)

[headquarters]

Originally Posted by General Pain

Well to save our future and solve the food problem, General Pain anounces his newest concept.

(I can see I have misspelled....damn paint-shit-appz)

yummi.

landshrimp...

[Rupert Willies]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA


That's funny, general! LOL

[headquarters]

Originally Posted by General Pain

Well to save our future and solve the food problem, General Pain anounces his newest concept.

(I can see I have misspelled....damn paint-shit-appz)

please elaborate as to what flavours and in what form the landshrimp is offered ?

also a recipe or two will be appreciated .

[General Pain]

Originally Posted by headquarters

please elaborate as to what flavours and in what form the landshrimp is offered ?

also a recipe or two will be appreciated .

Landshrimp Powder with added Spices - Mustard/Salt/Oregano/Pepper
Landshrimp Pie
Landshrimp on a stick

[Rupert Willies]

Originally Posted by General Pain

Landshrimp Powder with added Spices - Mustard/Salt/Oregano/Pepper
Landshrimp Pie
Landshrimp on a stick

Where do you get the Oregano and pepper from? Nothing much grows these days...

[headquarters]

You cant offer landshrimp in pies (requires flour) or flavoured with mustard or oregano unless you have a supply of said ingredients .

You can offer

powderd landshrimp with salt -to be mixed into other dishes as a protein supllement or mixed with oil or water and fried to make landshrimp balls

whole landshrimped that has been roasted,grilled,fried,boiled,sauteed etc - also with salt


as Willis said - pay attention - there is almost nothing growing ...

[headquarters]

EUREKA SEPT.26th + 7 C*

[I]Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, General Pain was humming to himself as he shaved.Carmina Burana didnt hum well,but years of practice had thaugt him to save something for the finale .He was pretty pleased by his result .

Steam from the hot runing water -maybe one of the last working faucets in the western hemisphere, was condensing on the mirror making it impossible to see."Damn it!" he said aloud .When were they gonna come up with a non fogging mirror? Or did they have one already .He grabbed his radio set ,always by his side and yelled into the mike .

"Graveyard,graveyard this is the Ferryman over"

A static hiss .

"Graveyard-this is Ferryman over !"

"This is graveyard -over" .The voice sounded nervous ."Listen here graveyard -I need you to run something down for me " .Even if they hadnt answered right away he was in too good a mood for any court marshalls to night ."This is Ferryman -I need you to find out if there is such a thing as a non-fog mirror ,do you copy ?"

"Graveyard here -a non -fog mirror Sir? In regards to what operation ?"
"This is the Ferryman ! Enough with the questions .I expect a report on my desk by 0800 hrs tomorrow.Ferryman out!".

He wiped the rest of the shaving foam off his chin and put his shirt on .Outsidethe bathroom door ,on its stand stood his representation armour in a spiffy black and gold plate over black kevlar .No reason not to be in tactical gear even if he was going out .On the other hand ,no excuse for looking unkempt either .After all he had a reputation to maintain .The biggest and baddest warlord on American soil -ever- going to a social function not looking like an evil overlord ? That wouldnt do !Anyways-he had missed wearing this particular armour after his PR consultants had gone against his plans to declare himslef a God -King and the armours and gear that he had prepared for his divinity had to be stowed.He snickered a little at the idea ,and downed a glass of Brandy that sat on the wash basin .

Still humming he strapped on a polished black leather belt and checked the chamber of the PainTek .666 not quite regulation sidearm.He had customized himself .Stainless nickle finish,match trigger,heavy,ported barrel and bevelled mag well.It was a nice gun -among his better work .He slid the heavy armour over his head and fastned the buckles .There were alot of them and they had to be fitted just right or the armour would look all slapdash on him .He poured himself a prewar whiskey and posed for the mirror.The old armour still fitted .The cape to go with it had a minor spot on it just below the wolf fur collar -he doubted very much that anyone would have the courage to stare long enough to notice it -let alone mention such a thing .

The invitation on his desk was for General Pain alone .But he had bought a few more invitations for some of his men to join the crowd in undercover attire ."better safe than sorry" he mumbled and poured him self another one .Damn things were gone before you knew it !
He looked into the picnic bag he had had prepared by his quartermaster.
The list on top of the contents had been checked with a red marker .It read :

2x bottles Bollinger (any vintage - or some Veuve Cliquot if not )
He had gotten the Veuve Cliquot .
3 cans of Iranian caviar and some of those crackers you know I like
1x Mac Ingram M-11 cal .45 w 4 mags- loaded.
1 bottle single malt -maybe a Glen Garioch if we havnt run out
Cutlery for 5 people
20 tabs certified Antibiotics for gambling
napkins

Well pleased he used the note to light a cigar .The taste wasnt quite as he had expected .Hmm..Dominican .Oh-well.They were pretty much just as good really in his secret opinion.
He would be damned if he was goingto mingle with a lot of redneck refugees and drink the fermented piss they got drunk on when he could just bring his own .

After all-what was a death match if not accompanied by Champagne and caviar ?

[General Pain]

Originally Posted by headquarters

EUREKA SEPT.26th + 7 C*

[I]Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, General Pain was humming to himself as he shaved.Carmina Burana didnt hum well,but years of practice had thaugt him to save something for the finale .He was pretty pleased by his result .

Steam from the hot runing water -maybe one of the last working faucets in the western hemisphere, was condensing on the mirror making it impossible to see."Damn it!" he said aloud .When were they gonna come up with a non fogging mirror? Or did they have one already .He grabbed his radio set ,always by his side and yelled into the mike .

"Graveyard,graveyard this is the Ferryman over"

A static hiss .

"Graveyard-this is Ferryman over !"

"This is graveyard -over" .The voice sounded nervous ."Listen here graveyard -I need you to run something down for me " .Even if they hadnt answered right away he was in too good a mood for any court marshalls to night ."This is Ferryman -I need you to find out if there is such a thing as a non-fog mirror ,do you copy ?"

"Graveyard here -a non -fog mirror Sir? In regards to what operation ?"
"This is the Ferryman ! Enough with the questions .I expect a report on my desk by 0800 hrs tomorrow.Ferryman out!".

He wiped the rest of the shaving foam off his chin and put his shirt on .Outsidethe bathroom door ,on its stand stood his representation armour in a spiffy black and gold plate over black kevlar .No reason not to be in tactical gear even if he was going out .On the other hand ,no excuse for looking unkempt either .After all he had a reputation to maintain .The biggest and baddest warlord on American soil -ever- going to a social function not looking like an evil overlord ? That wouldnt do !Anyways-he had missed wearing this particular armour after his PR consultants had gone against his plans to declare himslef a God -King and the armours and gear that he had prepared for his divinity had to be stowed.He snickered a little at the idea ,and downed a glass of Brandy that sat on the wash basin .

Still humming he strapped on a polished black leather belt and checked the chamber of the PainTek .666 not quite regulation sidearm.He had customized himself .Stainless nickle finish,match trigger,heavy,ported barrel and bevelled mag well.It was a nice gun -among his better work .He slid the heavy armour over his head and fastned the buckles .There were alot of them and they had to be fitted just right or the armour would look all slapdash on him .He poured himself a prewar whiskey and posed for the mirror.The old armour still fitted .The cape to go with it had a minor spot on it just below the wolf fur collar -he doubted very much that anyone would have the courage to stare long enough to notice it -let alone mention such a thing .

The invitation on his desk was for General Pain alone .But he had bought a few more invitations for some of his men to join the crowd in undercover attire ."better safe than sorry" he mumbled and poured him self another one .Damn things were gone before you knew it !
He looked into the picnic bag he had had prepared by his quartermaster.
The list on top of the contents had been checked with a red marker .It read :

2x bottles Bollinger (any vintage - or some Veuve Cliquot if not )
He had gotten the Veuve Cliquot .
3 cans of Iranian caviar and some of those crackers you know I like
1x Mac Ingram M-11 cal .45 w 4 mags- loaded.
1 bottle single malt -maybe a Glen Garioch if we havnt run out
Cutlery for 5 people
20 tabs certified Antibiotics for gambling
napkins

Well pleased he used the note to light a cigar .The taste wasnt quite as he had expected .Hmm..Dominican .Oh-well.They were pretty much just as good really in his secret opinion.
He would be damned if he was goingto mingle with a lot of redneck refugees and drink the fermented piss they got drunk on when he could just bring his own .

After all-what was a death match if not accompanied by Champagne and caviar ?

I'm sooooooo there.........priceless....Veuve Cliquot is actually one of my favourite champagnes...especially the Grand Dame vintage...mmmmmm

(24,95 euros pr glass at KaDeWe)

...as my mother says....life is too short to drink bad red wine.....

[General Pain]

Drawn by FMDeCorba

[General Pain]

HOW DOES MY RECRUITING EFFORTS GO ?

I PAY IN FOOD - Bonuses for bravery and valor.

Typical Slogans
"Tired of eating dung? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Out of work ? Tired of a unsure future ? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"People disrespect you ? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Can you handle orders? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Hungry? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Want revenge over NDP ? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"NDP killed my family but now I have a chance for revenge - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Can't protect your family? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"

[headquarters]

Originally Posted by General Pain

HOW DOES MY RECRUITING EFFORTS GO ?

I PAY IN FOOD - Bonuses for bravery and valor.

Typical Slogans
"Tired of eating dung? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Out of work ? Tired of a unsure future ? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"People disrespect you ? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Can you handle orders? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Hungry? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Want revenge over NDP ? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"NDP killed my family but now I have a chance for revenge - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"
"Can't protect your family? - Join General Pain's California Freedom Force"

Your relentless efforts finally pay off , and over the next week a steady trickle of recruits that are found suitable pour into your Eureka recruitment and training facility .

100 new recruits - experienced level . ( INITIATIVE 3 )

[General Pain]

Originally Posted by headquarters

Your relentless efforts finally pay off , and over the next week a steady trickle of recruits that are found suitable pour into your Eureka recruitment and training facility .

100 new recruits - experienced level . ( INITIATIVE 3 )

about time....hehe

fett

[headquarters]

General Pain shifted uncomfortably from one knee to the other in his kneeling shooters stance .The old knees were protesting him sitting at the ready like this for more than a few minutes.The knee pads on his armour took care of some of it , but still the joints squeaked and grumbled when treated like this.Tiredly he puty up his custom .308 Ak against the remnants of the brick house wall he was hiding behind.
"Igor - cover my sector -there`s a good boy !" Igor nodded sharply and hissed a "yess master" before taking up a new position to cover the new sector as well. Mindless obedience.If only all men could be like that .What wonders he could have created.But alas,his behavioural research had faltered and come to a virtual standstill now that the everything had collapsed for the second time.Or was it the third ? The wars and catastophes seemed to have had no beginning in his mind .Like they were always there .And always had been.He had seen countries war torn like this one before - why should it be special just because it was the US ?"Because you could go ohome to the world .." a faint voice whispered in the back of his head.Home ? Who wants to go home ? he thought .There was never enough war to go around before .He remember how he had been passed up for promotions because there was no need for his services in peacetime back ine the old US of A. Well, no more.These days he was war incarnate.A loyal army following his commands.And nothing but enemies wHereever he turned .Who could ask for more ? But his knees-damn things- were aching a littlebit more every time he went out into the field now.At 50 it was to be expected .Contrary to any SOP in the world he lit a cigar that he carried in a small aluminium tube in his tactical assault vest .He took care to shield both the lighter flame and the soft glow from the cigar in his cupped hands.

A few hundred meters to his North a series of mortar grenades slammed into the debris and threw a thousand little pieces of dirt and concrete up ,up and then raining them down again like a brief tropical shower.A few seconds later the dull thumping from a paintek MK19 40 mm grenade launcher answered .Soon after distant reports from the impacts were heard. The cacaphony was complemented by staccato bursts from machinegunners on both sides, hosing down suspected enemy positions with multiple short bursts.Tracer-round ricochets whissed overhead in erratic arches in the bleak dawn light. Hissing RPGs with their poisonous -yellow rocket spark flew from both sides .Underneath it all a continous roaring sound ,muted ,like a waterfall far away- riflefire.

Combat.What he was born to do .

General Pain drew in the smells and sounds and exhaled them with cigar smoke -ever so slowly .To his left , the rest of his squad were getting ready .DeCorba was speaking into two radiosets alternately ,without pause.Lady Takashi was busy having her wounds rebandaged.A corporal was hastily reloading magazines from a wooden box filled with loose rounds.
The stage was set for act two - he knew his lines and the audience was waiting .He took a swig from his silver flask and corked it again .Cognac.A fine one too.

But deep inside a flicker of a doubt.A brief thought of mortality .
The very doubt that made his once bulletproof fate start to crack ever so slightly .What he had seen naked and clear in the eyes of a thousand men before at times like this.

Fear.

[headquarters]

GENERAL RUDOLPH PAIN - KIA Oct .20th 2019 Shandon bunker complex

The General fought valiantly against the hordes of NDP cadre ,but his old sins caught up with him as the insidious LEADER of teh NDP let the Lady Takashi see the tapes where the party gives statements regarding the death of Tanaka Takashi in the jungle of the Belize .Despite clear evidence of self defense ,Lady Takashi wanted revenge for the killing and launched an honourless suprise attack using poisoned bullets and thermite grenades .The General was caught off guard ,and in the ensuing brawl both fighters and the generals personal physician was killed by thermite burn wounds and multiple gunshot wounds.He is succeded by his adopted son,Lt. Benito Tecumseh Pain .


General Rudolph Pain was dying .Bullet wounds had blood seeping out of them in his head and arm and leg.Horrible thermite incendiary fragments were scorching their way through his chest and abdomen bringing his intestines to a more and more rapid boil that would eventually bouil out and start a scorching incineration. His veins felt like they were burning too.Some sort of horrible poison was slithering through him and clearing a deadly path -using his own veins and blood vessels for its work.

Smoke and steam from his burning chest filled his nostrils and he wanted to scream .His ears were ringing and no other sound could be heard.
Lying on the floor ,he looked up and saw the ceiling.Above him the haggard face of the doctor ,screaming silently in pain as his own hands caught terrible burns from the thermite he clawed out of the Generals chest cavity.
His last image to register with receptors in his brain was the face of Doctor Wagner leaning over him with a pint-sized plexiglass combat syringe filled with a faint luminescent fluid .His mouth wording syllables.
The scene was growing dimmer and more people started showing up ,standing in a circle around him-leaning in.Some with ghastly wounds and illnesses .Their faces ghostly pale , malevolent and hard -their eyes filled with hatred and pain.Their silent open mouths were locked in what seemed to be endless screams of no sound .Gaping black mouths .He felt like being strangled.The people leaning in were using all the air. Suddenly he recognized a face.It was a man who had briefly worked for him as a PR consultant.Pain had shot him with a high powered handgun when unsatidsfied with his performance.Then -startled - he recognized another.It was a woman.It was the pale ,screaming face of his wife.

Alotta.


And then another familiar face - a young soldier he had shot in combat ,and then one more ,and then the faces of a family looking starved to death ,and then a scared loking man with tell tale wounds of a Paintek Katana,and then people with radiatons burns,and then a man covered in abestos dust coughing black blood,and another ..and another ..people filling the hallway.Hundreds.

Thousands.

Ugly clawing fingers and hands were stretched towards him and the throng swarmed over him , covering him with extinguishing darkness.