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Target Ranges  -Free- Welcome to the shooting ranges..We have a variety of targets.           PLEASE STAY ON TOPIC -Gun Ranges- moving long range short range hovering speed armored -Arrow ranges- moving long range short range soft hard -Simulators- Combat simulator [3 modes of difficulty] Assassination simulator Espionage simulator Vehicle simulator [Land, Air, Sea]	Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Mercenary Immortal 2/7/2002 9:13:35 PM Level: 19 Experience: 31340 Total Posts: 1088
RE: Target Ranges  -Free- *Gunner turns on the escape simulator* *Gunner is in a big factory, with a bomb beside him set to go off in a minute, and 30 armed men behind him* Gunner: Slaaaaaaag *Gunner takes off running towards steps that lead to a catwalk, which leads to an open window.  Gunner charges up the steps avoiding shots from the men below him and dives for the window.  his jump falls short and he is shot many times from the underside.  his vision goes black, but he realizes that its just the virtual reality helmet* Gunner: *pulls off helmet and looks at Jake* That was AWESOME! I've got my (gun) sights set on you.	Gunner Howling Wind Agent Banned (Cause I put it here!) Not Immortal Woof 2/11/2002 4:43:52 PM Level: 11 Experience: 7588 Total Posts: 266
RE: Target Ranges  -Free- jake: thanks..come back soon!!!!! "Darkness is the only trustworthy thing nowadays."	Steve Ongar Black Ops Agent DSI Immortal 2/11/2002 5:01:24 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 112
Are these simulators rigged? Wolf walks in. It's common knowledge that Wolf and his cohorts are monsters, but nobody really fears them. People pay him no mind. He goes over to the escape simulator and turns it on. He finds himself inside a cave lit only by torches. He is in a long tunnel that is about seven feet across. The ground starts rumbling. He turns around in time to see a huge boulder coming toward him. Wolf: SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG. He turns around and runs as the Indiana Jones theme song plays. He runs twenty feet and reaches a chasm. He clears it... but just barely. He's hanging by his arms on the edge. He pulls himself up as the boulder falls into the chasm. He feels somewhat relieved and wonders what's coming next. Suddenly the rumbling starts again. He watches, horrified, as the boulder emerges from the chasm and takes chase. He runs like crazy again. He sees two orcs up ahead right before another larger chasm. Wolf: MOVE!!! The orcs turn around, giant axes in hand, and swing at Wolf. His head flies off. The boulder runs over him and the orcs. It flies straight over the chasm and keeps on trucking. Wolf removes the virtual reality helmet. Wolf: WICKED SICK. He leaves. Jake: Come again! Bystander: Can you actually not die in those simulators? Jake: I don't know. *Shrugs* On September 21st, 2005... Sieg Heil Also, on August 3rd... "If you were in your office, we'd be having this conversation face-to-face."	Wolf McDog The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. I'm a random monster... and the most powerful boss! I find your lack of faith disturbing. Monster--Opened for Random Access Strikes: 40 Banned (For being an idiot and talking about Fight Club, but mainly for having an unpopular opinion.) Immortal 5/10/2005 12:49:46 PM Level: 85 Experience: 2500627 Total Posts: 366
Megan's Day at the Range Megan sets up six targets at the short-range pistol range. As she picks up her Kimber TLE/RL II and slams a full magazine home, some whackjob dressed all Square-Enix jumps from the canopy above the firing line and lands on the ground in front of it. He draws a Desert Eagle and starts acting like he's hot stuff. The DE stovepipes and he nods in approval. Megan takes off her earmuffs. Megan: Excuse me! Young man: *Turns.* What? Megan: I set up those targets, you know. Also, what the slag is that? High-speed target acquisition with a freakin' Desert Eagle? Young man: ...What's wrong with that? Megan: In case you hadn't noticed, you just stovepiped. You can barely even wrap your fingers around the thing much less control the recoil. If those were people, you'd have been lucky to have lived to shoot twice. There's a long pause. Megan: Another thing, I was just getting ready to chamber a round and take aim and you jump down past the firing line? Are you retarded? What about that flipping and cartwheeling? That's on the verge of retarded. Quit watching those dumb movies and get some training from somebody who knows what the heck he's doing. The young man mutters something profane and stomps off. Megan: Ugh... She tapes up the three holes moron managed to make in her targets, dons her earmuffs, and proceeds to Swiss them. Moments later a 20-something guy with a Jennings Saturday night special hanging out of his pants starts getting his grubby paws all over her Beretta 92. She only notices after emptying two mags. Megan: HEY! The guy jumps and his hands start fumbling. The M92 hits the ground. Megan: What the-- You're paying for that if my finish is ruined! The guy mutters something profane, heads over to the rifle range, and starts shooting his pistol there... which is against the rules. Megan moves her firearms to where she can see them at all times after checking her M92's previously spotless stainless steel finish. Afters putting 21 more .45s downrange, another guy, who looks like an upstanding human being, comes by with his arms full of pistol cases and bags. He waves and Megan stops shooting so he can go set up some targets. While loading magazines, Megan takes a look at his stuff. An HK VP70, HK USPs in three calibers, two HK P7s, an HK MP7... Megan: HK freak, huh? Guy: What? Oh, yeah. I see you have yourself a Kimber. Nice. Megan: Yeah. I just got it a couple weeks ago. Guy: You like it? Megan: Oh, heck yeah. I love it. Guy: They certainly look nice, but I was never really a fan of 1911s. Megan: Oh? Guy: Yeah... I'd rather have a good amount of ammo and I never realled liked the cocked-and-locked carry. Megan: Looks like you could use a Para-Ordance double-action double-stack. Guy: Errr... Those are ugly. He chuckles. They finish loading magazines and blow lots of paper away. After putting 200 rounds each through her 1911 and Beretta, she packs up and heads over to the rifle range. Various characters are over here--The once-a-year attendant that's here to zero the  el-cheapo scope on his generic hunting rifle and thinks he owns the place. Fires one shot, calls a cease-fire so he can head downrange and check his targets, adjusts his scope, and repeats until he finally leaves and everybody can breathe a sigh of relief. The homie with the Keltec Sub 2000. It folds and it takes Glock Fo-tee mags. Great drive-by gun. The bumper. Bumpfires like forty mags, hitting everything but his own target. The normal guy. He shoots carefully in an attempt to improve his skills on semi-auto. And Megan, who does everything. She bumps, she rocks, she rolls, she slices and dices, and it's all yours for this incredible low price of three easy payments of $9.98, but you have to call now. Must be 18 or older to order. Sorry, no CODs. Some guy hits on her and some sissies insult her and say she should be in the kitchen making them sammiches. She challenges and outshoots them with ease. They go home shouting profane things. After expending lots and lots of ammo and dealing with lots and lots of morons, she packs up and leaves. Storms Gibson & Conner --Megan-- "Drop your weapon, you have fifteen seconds to comply..."	Megan Kirate Member of SG&C Mercenary Immortal 5/10/2005 10:52:49 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26900 Total Posts: 24

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