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Post"Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story

SORRY for big brick...
Hope Everyone can Read fast!!

Introduction...

Raising the dead. Reanimating the deceased. These have been the fevered dreams of madmen and geniuses. Controlling those which can not be killed in an army to destroy their enemies. As the ranks of the confused and panicked enemy lessen, the ranks of the dead are bolstered. There would be no stopping them.

Their need for rest, unknown.
Their need for hunger, they have none.
Their need for flesh, a craving desire.
Their numbers... Near endless.

What entire armies and weapons could not do, an army of those who have passed on could do in days. In a blitzkrieg, a lightning war. The perfect weapon. A wunderwaffe. They would be man's crowning achievement of destroying each other. A monument to all the years of advancing in weapons to kill man's enemeis. They would be the beauty of annihilation.

Many theorized after the second world war what the Germans had had in store. It had been proven for a long time that the Third Reich had commissioned experiments on nuclear warfare. But what else, exactly, had the -blam!-s been planning? Designing? Creating?

Conspiracy theories of propulsionary flight, weapons capable of razing cities and rooting up entire armies. The discovery of lost journals and reports are still today giving more of an idea of what the Third Reich could've created, had the war not turned sour for them...


December 13th, 1941...

A plane flies high above the clouds. Its cargo: an experiment on the way to "the Giant." To a specific scientist who plans to utilize them to help turn the tide of the war, in the name of the Fuhrer. The plane had departed only just two hours ago, from a deep swamp on an uncharted island off the coast of Japan.

The night is black as pitch. The winds are near gale-like, and the clouds have turned dark in threaten of a storm. Below, there are abandoned homes and structures. Old military outposts from Japan's spread into China, and burnt out hiding places where the fleeing Chinese had attempted to take refuge.

Lieutenant Yager and Captain Amherst lounge quietly in the ****pit of the cargo plane. Yager reads a small book that he had withdrew from his coat pocket and Amherst holds the controls of the plane, allowing it to glide through the air.

Taking into consideration the highly serious and volatile cargo they were carrying, they were rather calm and nonchalant.

Corporal Haswell sits on one of the seats attached to the lower wall in the small metal room that seperates the ****pit from the rest of the aircraft. He rests his back against the wall, sleep clinging to him at the edges of his mind. He closes his eyes for a moment, to gain a little concentration and focus.

Haswell thinks of home, and of the events that have taken place since he last saw his family. Were they still back in Germany? Had they evacuated? Were they still alive? These thoughts brought him no comfort.

Haswell could not but fear for what may have happened to his family. They were unwanted. Undesirables of society. He had joined the army to hopefully throw off the trail and convince the Reich that his family was truly German. A feeling of discomfort and loneliness comes over Haswell as he clutches the Star of David hidden underneath his layers of clothes. Sleep clang to him, and he succumbed to it willingly...

A clang of metal. Somewhere nearby, the twisting of steel seemed to screech through the depths of Haswell's mind as he jumped with a start, awakening from his slumber. He looked around, confused. The noise continued, louder now, as metal raked against metal like nails on a chalkboard.

The ****pit hatch opened, Captain Amherst standing in the opening with a worried look on his face. In his hand, he held a Walther pistol, his finger brushing the trigger. Haswell jumped to his feet, and spoke hurriedly to Amherst in German, "What is it?"

Amherst only rose his finger to his closed mouth, signalling him to be silent. Amherst made his way over to Haswell, and stood right in front of him. Amherst, a large man standing at 6' 3" and weighing 230 pounds, made Haswell pale in comparison, only standing at 5' 7", standing before the giant.

Haswell looked into Amherst's eyes. They were filled with some sort of burning hatred. Haswell saw the fire that only filled the eyes of those few in the ranks of the German military forces that truly hated people of Jewish kin. They were the ones that truly believed every word Hitler spoke, and hated the Jews as much as their Fuhrer did.

Haswell was shocked. How did Amherst know? He must know, there was no other explanation. Amherst pointed at the floor of the metal cabin. Haswell looked down, and the Star of David was there at his feet, looking up at him. The necklace must've fallen from his neck when he had fallen asleep holding it.

He looked back up at Amherst, who had moved the sidearm up to Haswell's head. Haswell braced for the end. He knew it was over, that Amherst was about to fire the round through his skull and cause his brain matter to spew out all over the wall of the cabin.

Amherst would land with Yager, and he would be decorated as a hero for eliminating the scheming Jude who had planned to sabotage the plane and cause the cargo to fail. All lies, but Amherst would tell it his way, and the others would believe him. Haswell would never see his family again, and would die hundreds of feet in the air, thousands of miles from home.

However, in this shocking turn of events, both Amherst and Haswell had forgotten about the screeching metal. Haswell still didn't know what it was, but suddenly the thick steel door that sectioned off the cargo hold from the rest of the plane was torn open. A pair of bloodied hands ripped through the metal, grasping with sickly palms and shredded fingers. Open sores that had no blood running from them were riddled on the backsides of the hands.

More hands quickly joined the first pair as Amherst and Haswell looked on in terror. The hands grasped at open air, and continued to try to rip through the door with an inhuman fury. Bone-chilling moans and terrifying growls could be heard from the other side.

Amherst knew immediately what had happened: The "experiments" who had been in the next room along with the other cargo had been bound to the walls by welded metal and put into cages. They must've broken free of their binds and begun seeking to quell their hunger by searching for the nearest living beings, those, unfortunately, being the three-men flight crew.

Haswell was stuck in a shocked stupor, unable to move. He was rooted to the ground, only able to stare on at the evil that was clawing in to get at him. Amherst ran back through the slightly ajar hatch that led to the ****pit.

"They're free! They're trying to break in!" He shouted in German. Yager turned and looked at Amherst, a horrified expression on his face. "What will we do?!" Amherst queried, still yelling in panic.

Yager knew that he had to land the plane. The chances of making it to the ground were slim, but he still had to try. "We will land." He replied quietly, and turned back to the controls.

From the other room, shots could be heard discharging from a Kar98k, a more or less standard bolt-action rifle that had been issued to Haswell for special cargo operations for use in situations just like this. Haswell shouted a cry of terror, and Amherst looked back through the open door.

The monsters had broken through the metal door, and were shambling towards Haswell and the men in the ****pit. Haswell ran to the ****pit door, stopping only to glance at his Star of David before just barely avoiding one of the monster's flailing arms, and running into the ****pit. Amherst and Haswell sealed the thick metal door just before the first of the terrors could reach them.

Haswell looked over at Amherst, who, even in this dire situation, glared at him with that same fiery hatred. Haswell attempted to avoid making further eye contact with Amherst.

The loose monsters outside were banging and smashing the door, trying to get in. Yager calmed himself, trying to focus on the plane's controls. "You may want to take a seat," he advised the two standing men. They quickly sat down where they could best manage a seat, and braced themselves.

The plane began to dip, heading almost straight down. Through the ****pit window the clouds were moving quickly, evaporating from their sight as they sped out of them. The lightning from the storm had become, and they could see distant flashes of the light as they sped, ever faster, downward.

Suddenly, one of the streaks of hot lightning collided with the back end of the plane. The aircraft shook violently, throwing Haswell out of his seat and sending Amherst sprawling against one of the metal walls of the ****pit.

Their downward descent became a chaotic spiral as the men were thrown around inside the cabin as the plane circled to the ground, falling out of the sky. The clouds and fog dissipated only two hundred feet from the ground, and they all got one good glance at the earth before they smashed into it. Everything went black...

STORY UPDATED, AUGUST 3RD 2009 AT 5:36 PM EASTERN!


December 14th, 1941...

Amherst woke with a start. He looked around, confused. He saw the concrete walls around him, and suddenly felt cold. He realized he was lying on a hard floor, the cool concrete prickling at his back with icy fingers.

His eyesight was still blurry, and he could just barely see a tall figure walking nearby him. His ears felt stuffed with cotton, and he could hardly hear what he assumed was two men speaking. As he came more to his sense, he realized that the two men were Haswell and Yager.

Amherst sat up and tried to take in more detail of his surroundings. In the corner of the room was a staircase. To his immediate left was a window boarded up with nails and rough planks of wood, as if they had been haphazardly sawed and nailed onto the frames of the now windowless opening. Outside, there was only fog.

He looked down at his wristwatch, but it was cracked and the fingers had stopped turning. He assumed that dawn must've been approaching, for a strange hue of light emitted from the fog, as it would on an early morning in Berlin, where the mists crowded the streets and made it hard to see, and blocked out the rising sun.

Yager looked over at Amherst, and realized he had regained his consciousness. Yager rushed over to the man, and helped him up. Amherst felt sore all over the place. Yager asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yes," Amherst replied, feeling his back, trying to locate the main source of his soreness and misery. Amherst looked over at Haswell, who was sitting on a crate, and immediately felt the same burning passion of hatred he had on the plane, "You! Juden!"

Amherst felt for his pistol, but it was not there. He instead rushed over to Haswell and kicked him off the crate and grabbed him by the collar of his tattered uniform. He was on the verge of smacking Haswell and sending him sprawling, but as he lifted his arm Yager grasped his hand with his iron grip, refusing to let go.

"No." It was only one word, but Yager said it with such serenity and authority that Amherst unintenionally relaxed his arm and let go of Haswell. Yager let go of his arm, and returned to his seat after helping Haswell up off the floor and helping him retrieve his seat.

"But don't you realize, he is a Jew! He is undesirable!" Amherst shouted, regaining his sense of confidence and hate.

"Yes, I know. But he is not a bad man. He saved your life." Yager replied. Amherst looked over at Haswell in shock, but Haswell only returned the look with a blank face, empty of expression.

"When the plane went down, the... Um..." Yager paused, unable to think of a word.

"Zombies," Amherst said blankly, his face turning pale at the thought of them clawing out of the metal door back on the plane.

"Right, the zombies. When the plane went down, the zombies began to shamble towards you. They were completely unaffected, given that the plane had just crashed. They don't suffer from shock like we do."

"Yes." Amherst replied.

"They began to shamble towards you, but Haswell regained his sense in time to fire a few rounds into the first few, and then dragged you to safety. Luckily for us, we found ourselves just outside of this abandoned structure. We assumed it was some sort of outpost, being maintained by the Chinese just before the Japanese ran them out, and then retreated back into central China."

"And where are the zombies now?" Amherst asked, looking around with apprehension. His mind began to imagine them, coming down the stairs and tearing at the windows. He thought he heard noises, their muffled moans above him and around him. Yager's voice snapped him back to reality.

"They retreated into the fog. You were unconscious for a day. While you were gone, they returned. We were out looking for lumber to board up the windows, as you see we have, when we discovered them trying to get into the outpost when we got back. They were trying to find us, but you were the only one inside. We managed to repel them, and a few escaped back into the fog."

"Strange," was all Amherst could manage to say, "How many were there?"

"About a dozen. Considering the five or so Haswell killed when he rescued you, and the six that we counted that were dead from the impact of the crash, there were -" Yager began, but Amherst cut him off.
part 2 below


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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Aug 20, 2009 3:01 pm by juicestain09
Wow that's quite the dedication if that guy wrote it. Well, he obviously wrote it I guess. But wow, Yeah lets definitely try to get him to join! I would love to continue reading this story!
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:50 pm by emokins
man, you need to move that to the zombie story-line section because that is very good. im only on part 2
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Fri Aug 21, 2009 12:16 am by lovegun
Sorry cant read all that. its too long. though i have read some of it. nice theory
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Fri Aug 21, 2009 11:21 am by dontdopeas84
lovegun wrote:
Sorry cant read all that. its too long. though i have read some of it. nice theory

same here i couldnt read all that if someone could turn it into an mp3 format or a video on youtube that would be most appreciative, which is what i meant in my last post.

imagine if the zombie story got turned into a movie Very Happy
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Fri Aug 21, 2009 12:00 pm by carbonfibah
Moved to Storyline Blog.
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:23 pm by emokins
good it got moved. this is a very good story.
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Wed Sep 02, 2009 6:04 pm by carbonfibah
STORY UPDATED, 9 / 1 / 09 AT 6:35 PM! HOOORAH!

Amherst set the note down, and shook his head. Haswell’s face was grim and confounded. Yager sat, attempting to piece together all the information he had just heard, and trying to comprehend it.

“Well, we know why there were more of them,” Yager finally said, breaking the silence that had fallen over them, “They must’ve somehow come across bodies somewhere nearby.”

“But where did these bodies come from? Where is there a graveyard or a morgue here, in the middle of nowhere?” asked Haswell.

“The Chinese fought the Japanese as they encroached upon their land. No doubt several battles and massacres took place around this area. The corpses of the fallen, buried or otherwise, must’ve been stumbled upon by those things,” Yager said coolly.

“How did you know about this box?” Haswell asked Amherst quickly. Amherst looked over at him with a confused look on his face, as if he did not understand. “The box?” Haswell questioned again.

“I’m… I’m not sure,” Amherst replied with that same expression of confusion on his face. He lowered his head and observed the box questioningly with his eyes. How had he known about it? He hadn’t seen it loaded onto the plane with the other cargo. One of the professors must’ve put it in there, no doubt Dr. Bieber, if anyone.

Amherst shook his head, “It matters little.” Yager then suddenly got up from his makeshift seat and grabbed his MP40 that had been resting in its usual place by the staircase.

“I’ll take first watch. Haswell, I will awake you when it is time for your shift shortly after midnight. Amherst, Haswell will wake you half through the night, and you will keep watch until dawn. If they come back, we’ll be ready,” Yager instructed as he made his way slowly up the stairs to the above floor.

Haswell put the cooking set and all the dishes back up, and then picked up his crate and relocated to one of the corners of the room, making sure to keep away from any of the windows.

Amherst began to collect all the objects and put them back in the box. He laid his hand on the teddy bear, and again the strange sensation that had come over him when he had first thought to retrieve the box had overcome him.

He sat, dumbfounded, for a moment, and then shook his head and placed the stuffed animal in the box.
Amherst stood up and looked for another corner, making sure to keep away from where Haswell was resting. He placed the crate down, along with the box, and stretched himself out on the cold, concrete floor.
Amherst felt the urge to peer back into the box. He retrieved it and opened the lid, and began sifting through it.

After a few moments of looking, he found a small journal. Curious, he opened it and flipped through the pages. All the pages were blank. He suddenly felt that he needed to write in it. He had no real understanding why, only that he wanted to.

He continued looking through the box, searching for a pen. He found one, amazingly enough, and flipped to the first page of the book, and dated the top left corner.

“December 14th, 1941:

We are trapped here: Yager, myself, and that filthy Juden. Our plane went down as the monsters tried to get in at us. I am unsure what else to call these abominations other than simply monsters.
I however feel that they deserve a name. Something that classifies them distinctly for what they are. They are terrible, walking cadavers, arisen from their graves to murder the living. They seemingly have no motive or thought, only some strange urge to kill and feast on flesh, as we have found from the notes from those hapless men.

I recall during my studies in Germany about a certain culture of Bantu origin that told stories of men who arose from the dead without free will or thought. They called these creatures “zonbi.” Therefore, I dub these abominable cadavers “zombies.”

This place is strange to me. A thick fog lays all around us, so dense we can hardly see two meters from our face. We perceive twisted trees and burned wreckage to be these horrid zombies, lurking around in the mist.
Their moans are utterly horrid. A guttural noise emits from the bottom of their throats and seemingly echoes through your skull, sending terrible chills through your spine. Their eyes glow yellow, and they look as if they are diseased.

As for this box… it is strange. I had no idea it existed, but after the first encounter, it became the most prominent thing in my mind. A strange urge to find it overcame me, and somehow I knew it would provide us with answers, which it thankfully has. But all the same, the strangeness of it all confounds me. Maybe I simply need sleep.”

With that, Amherst dropped the pen and closed shut the journal, dog-earing the page, and attempted to sleep. He shut his eyes and curled up into a ball, using the rough crate as a pillow. The fingers of sleep clung to him, beckoning him, and though his conditions were completely unfavorable, he slept heavily and dreamed of bloodless hands with open sores clawing in at him in a dark metal room…

December 15th, 1941 – 0342 Hours Military Time



Amherst awoke with a start. An unseen force was shaking him, pushing hard and vigorously on his shoulder. Amherst felt groggy: it felt as if he had only been asleep ten minutes. As he opened his eyes, his eyesight was blurry and his head was dazed.

After a few moments, he began to hear and see correctly. Haswell was shaking him, shouting in his face, “Wake up, they’re here!”

Amherst’s mind immediately made the connection; he jumped up, grabbing his rifle as he did so.
“Where are they?” he asked quickly with clenched teeth, gripping his rifle.

“Yager is upstairs. They’re pushing through the front entrance. We must hurry.” Haswell said in a flood of words, and then rushed over the stairs and disappeared from Amherst’s sight. Amherst took a step, but then he hesitated. He turned to where the journal was, lying on the concrete floor next to the crate. He stooped over and hid it in his coat pocket. He didn’t want for the others to discover it. Amherst turned around and ran up the stairs at full speed.

When he reached the area of the building with the collapsed roof, he found Yager and Haswell firing wildly into a mob of at least three dozen zombies. Their horrible eyes glowed furiously yellow, and they growled and moaned as they pushed towards the men.

One zombie got close to Yager and threatened to topple on top of him, flailing his arms as he did so. Amherst fired without stopping to think. The zombie’s head exploded in a flurry of brain matter, gray flesh, and black liquid. The liquid spewed over Yager, but he took little notice. He had just finished reloading, and had begun to spray another clip of his submachine gun into the never-ending onslaught of zombies.
Amherst continued to shoot, until suddenly he heard the ripping of wood and metal just behind him. He turned to his right to see two zombies ripping haphazardly at the boards of a windowsill.

He ran up to the window and hit the zombie standing to the left with the butt of his rifle. It stumbled and fell to the ground with a loud moan. The other zombie continued to rip through the boards as if nothing had happened. It appeared that the zombies were almost totally unaware of each other. They were all single-minded units, and they had all come here through their own instincts.

Amherst fired at the standing zombie, more thick black liquid spewing from its neck. A large portion of its neck had disappeared, and the head was bobbing to one side. It kept ripping at the boards. Amherst fired again, disconnecting the head. The head rolled off the backside of the body and fell to the dirt outside, and the body spewed black liquid from the open neck before finally falling over in a pool of its own “blood.”

Amherst checked to see where the other zombie had gone. It had just begun to stand up. Amherst fired a quick clean round into the eye socket, and then turned back to Yager and Haswell.
The numbers of the zombies had greatly decreased. The flood of cadavers had slowed down to more or less a trickle, and their numbers continued to lessen. After a few more minutes of combat, the last zombie dropped onto the pile of corpses.

Haswell sat down, catching his breath as he rested on his rifle. Amherst observed the bodies closely. They were soaked in the dark viscous substance, and a large pool had formed around the primary pile of bodies. Some of the corpses were dressed in military attire, wearing what they had died in. There were a few Wehrmacht uniforms, but doubly as many Imperial ones. Several more were dressed in night time clothing, as if they had been sleeping in their beds at home.

Strange, Amherst thought to himself. Yager was rooted to where he had been standing, his eyes shifting from side to side. He listened intently, waiting to hear if there were any others coming. After what seemed like forever, he lowered his weapon and exhaled a deep breath.

“Come. We must rest,” he said as he began to walk back towards the stairwell, “Haswell, it is your turn to keep watch.”

“Yes sir,” he replied quickly, and remained where he was sitting.

As Amherst and Yager began walking to the stairway, they heard a low guttural snarl. Yager looked quizzically at Amherst, who returned the look. They turned sharply, holding their weapons up, ready to fire.
Amherst listened for the source of the noise, and concluded that the noise was emitting from the window he had protected from the two zombies. He crept up to it, and slowly looked between the ripped boards, trying to see into the mist.

He could hear the snarling even louder now, but he could not see the body. It was as if the zombie was right on top of him, and yet he could see nothing. Then he looked down.

At the foot of the window, he could just barely make out the shape of the head of the zombie he had blown off. It was rolling around in the dirt, black liquid pouring from the open hole, still very much alive and very furious. It snapped and snarled as it tossed around vigorously.

Amherst was confused: How could it be making noises if the head was unattached from the neck? That was when he noticed the larynx and lower portion of the vocal chords and airway, along with a lot of the interior throat, was hanging from the open hole. The organs and tissue looked dead and sickeningly gray. Black liquid continued to pour out, and a small pool of it had formed.

Amherst turned away in disgust. Yager had come up and also seen the gruesome sight. Yager nearly retched. The two then turned, stomachs churning, to the entrance to the stairway, and descended into the floor below.
Amherst returned to his corner and withdrew the journal from his coat pocket. He retrieved the pen and began to write as Yager stretched himself out at the other end of the long room. Darkness mostly enshrouded Amherst, keeping him out of sight from Yager’s watchful eyes.

“The Juden woke me up shaking me and shouting at me. Dozens of them had returned this time, even more furious and enraged than before. After the battle, I discovered one of their heads. It had been removed from the body, but it was still moving. I nearly vomited at the sight of the disgusting thing, groveling and fighting in the dirt.

The most recent creatures seem like new bodies, as if they have risen from a fresh grave. Others are wearing pajamas, as if they were slaughtered and reanimated in their sleep. I fear for the worst. I go to sleep with a weary body and a disturbed mind.”

Amherst forced shut his eyes closed, trying to wipe the memory of the severed head from his memory. He knew the memory would be imprinted there for the rest of his life.
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Wed Sep 02, 2009 6:16 pm by lovegun
UMMMMMM. speechless. Very Happy nice
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Wed Sep 02, 2009 6:37 pm by GhostG45
I love the effort you guys put into getting me to join. "Yeah, let's get him to join!" and yet I got no messages on it over at CoDHQ.

But I stumbled upon this website by stumbling upon "We Play CoD," and then I was redirected from there to here by carbonfibah.

A bunch of you obviously have questions, but that's half the fun. For whoever was asking to make it .mp3 format, I was actually considering doing an audio book of me reading through it by recording it on Skype, and then releasing it to go alongside the written text to make the more impatient people a bit more happy.
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 4:54 am by dontdopeas84
GhostG45 wrote:
I love the effort you guys put into getting me to join. "Yeah, let's get him to join!" and yet I got no messages on it over at CoDHQ.

But I stumbled upon this website by stumbling upon "We Play CoD," and then I was redirected from there to here by carbonfibah.

A bunch of you obviously have questions, but that's half the fun. For whoever was asking to make it .mp3 format, I was actually considering doing an audio book of me reading through it by recording it on Skype, and then releasing it to go alongside the written text to make the more impatient people a bit more happy.

mp3format would be MINT and i could listen to it whist doing the garden hope i get to listen to it soon

General Peas
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 8:11 am by alp360
totally legendary, amazing work
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 9:57 am by metrocedes
This story is awsome. well done writing this matey.
cant wait for the rest of it. zombies could be made into a full on book with enuff thought.
this is still at nacht so plenty of things to be put in.
looking forward to more reading. study
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 1:51 pm by jenfed1
this story is awesome! Iam a lover of all things zombie. would def. read the book!
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 1:51 pm by jenfed1
this story is awesome! Iam a lover of all things zombie. would def. read the book!
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 3:39 pm by strwrsbob
watch you double henfed... Great job Ghost, but I actually started recording and
MP3, but got pissed ang quit because I messed up so many times. lol
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 4:31 pm by GhostG45
[quote="strwrsbob"]watch you double henfed... Great job Ghost, but I actually started recording and
MP3, but got pissed ang quit because I messed up so many times. lol[/quote
Let the vocally amazing boy take it from here.
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 03, 2009 4:46 pm by strwrsbob
Good to know. Be sure to post it when you record it!
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:40 pm by zachrox12
nice one strwrsbob but next time tell convertgunman not ot make his comments so long it took me like a entire hour to read them
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:21 am by CovertGunman
zachrox12 wrote:
nice one strwrsbob but next time tell convertgunman not ot make his comments so long it took me like a entire hour to read them
My comments? This was my only comment from the first page.

CovertGunman wrote:
Really quite amazing. Very intense and intriguing. Can't wait to see if there's more to come.
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:30 pm by srm-trpr78
This isn't your story artard! It's a story wrritten on the call of duty: world at war chat room for zombies and was written by Ghost41 or something like that. End point, not your story.
Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:49 pm by topspin91295
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:58 pm by carbonfibah
topspin91295 wrote:
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Mon Sep 28, 2009 11:47 pm by RUTHL355
srm-trpr78 wrote:
This isn't your story artard! It's a story wrritten on the call of duty: world at war chat room for zombies and was written by Ghost41 or something like that. End point, not your story.

OMG, read the entire post bud. The author was invited to this forum after this story was posted here. Yes, he originally posted on the headquarters but has since joined this forum. READ HIS POST, he is the OG author ...
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:33 am by metrocedes
ive just re read this story and it has been updated last month. not sure the who or what the relevence of the new charactor but im sure well find out soon enuff.

http://www.callofduty.com/board/viewtopic.php?f=62&t=188079&st=0&sk=t&sd=a&hilit=Beauty+of+Annihilation&sid=6505229929b9c9e881352dcd09eeb81c
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Re: "Beauty of Annihiliation" MUST READ Zombie story
Post on Fri Mar 05, 2010 2:47 pm by srm-trpr78
RUTHL355 wrote:
srm-trpr78 wrote:
This isn't your story artard! It's a story wrritten on the call of duty: world at war chat room for zombies and was written by Ghost41 or something like that. End point, not your story.

OMG, read the entire post bud. The author was invited to this forum after this story was posted here. Yes, he originally posted on the headquarters but has since joined this forum. READ HIS POST, he is the OG author ...
>Reads this 3 months later<
Jesus Christ! I didn't read the other comments! Well... Looks like I've got egg on my face huh?
 

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