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 Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:46 am
CFAR come onto the firing range and removed the scope from his rifle, using it here would show lack of skillz and wouldn't intimadate oponents. CFAR aimed his rifle out onto the range aiming at the targets all the way in the back. CFAR pulled the trigger and watched as there was a puff of chalk to let him know he hit, CFAR pulled back the operating handel and chambered another round. CFAR fired the entire magazine into the dummies in the back row. CFAR brought them up and looked at them, three head shots while the rest were midsection shots. CFAR pined up a new dummie and then made his way to the tower to the south west of the base. CFAR attatched the scope to the rifle and then brought it to arms. CFAR could clearly see the frown on the dummies he had marked, he began to fire it chambering a new bullet each time he fired.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 5:48 am
*Walks Around the Shooting Range looking for his missing pen*
"I think its not here"(said to himself)
*leaves the shooting range*
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:03 pm
*star aproaches the shooting range gets out his ak-47 takes off the safety, buts it on single shot mode, loads 3 bullets in, then fires one "Bang" first sot misses the target, he focuses, and fires the next shot, dead into the head, and the last one right in the chest*
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:04 pm
*Louise entered the shooting range then looks around for a better spot to train.*
*looks at left then looks at right*
*As if she saw something interesting, she quickly dashed towards the Dummy Shooting Training*
*She takes out parts of her Enfield XL70E3 then she assembled it using only her hands and loads it w/ some ammo then changing it to Single Fire*
*She then wears the protective earpiece and eyewear and started aiming her gun at the moving Dummy*
BANG!...
MISS!
"BAH!...I missed!...Hahaha too much leisure ruined my aiming"
*Changed the gun to Burst Fire She moves a little closer to the target then aims her gun at the moving dummy then she lets out all her remaining bullets*
RATATATATATATAT....(i don't know what the real sound so i'll just make up Haha)
*Most of the targets hits some parts of the dummy but theres still some that didn't hit the dummy*
*She sighed then removed the protective eyewear and earpiece...then she disassembled her Enfield XL70E3 and placed it in her bag*
*She left the shooting range without saying anything*
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:07 pm
*walks into the shooting range grumbling something too herself. Grabbing the protective eye and ear wear she pulls the handgun from the inside of her boot and loads in a round. She fires one but the trigger sticks*
dang it...the friggin thing always does this...
*proceeds to put the gun on safety and set it on a table nearby.*
I'll clean that in a minute... meanwhile
*starts to pull out the throwing knives and throw them at a target on the far side of the room.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 4:37 pm
-*Appears off in the distance walking at a brisk pace seeming like he has a task that must be done with urgency.
He starts taking an incendiary grenade off of his person along with unholstering his Custom Colt .45 as he approaches the range.
He draws a line in the dirt with the tip of his boot, dust flying up into the breeze.
He stares down the range from his marker with his eyes squincing to see through the sun.
He then grasps his grenade with a firmer grip, stretching his arm far back for an over hand throw.
He picks a spot out in the open, and releases his grenade off into the distance, missing his perceived target on the ground by 2 feet.
He quickly grasps his .45; one hand on the grip with his finger poised at the trigger, the other cupped underneath his pistol grip for steadying the recoil and the aim of the shot.
Staring down the barrel of the gun he aims at his target, then quickly decides that he is ready.
Moving his cupped hand; he takes off the safety and switches the firing mode to burst, then steadies his gun once more and takes his shot with three rounds, one after the other.
One bullet seems to have glanced at the ring of the grenade leaving a crescent moon in the ring, the other two bullets hit dead on the grenade causing the incendiary explosion with fire and dirt flying in the air.
He lowers his .45 with a smirk on his face as he turns and walks back off to the Talon Division barracks, black smoke tracing off into the wind.*-
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:57 pm
Takes a seat on one of the many benches before the firing line, opens the duffel, pulls out the armor and puts it on, then pulls out the magazines, each of them capable of holding the excessive 50-100 rounds the P-90 is famous for, opens the ammo crate, removes and examines one of the odd 5.7mm rounds, then loads the magazines with 100 rounds each, placing 10 of them in the web gear. Moves onto the P-90s, first dismantling them, checking them with a swab, then switching out the trigger mechanism for a lighter touch, finally applying a touch of graphite lubricant, then loading each with a 100 round magazine. Sets one aside, while hefting the other in his dominant right, chambers a round and clicks the safety on while walking over to the line.
"Here it goes..."
The weapon's barrel comes up as the safety gets flipped from safe to semi, first aiming for the 75 meter targets, a double tap clicks off, one round placing in the leg, the second in the torso, correction and a second double, this time in the arm then the torso. Drops to a knee and fires off one controlled round at a time, the first hits center mass, followed by the next two, tracking up with the recoil, the last two in the neck and the forehead. Drops further to a prone position, fires off another 5 rounds, tracking through and the last shot above the head.
Stops and walks back behind the line, clicking the safety back into place, pulls out the kit and adjusts the sighting aperture and the laser, trying to get zero'd, returns to the line after making adjustments.
Starts running, clicks from safe to semi to burst, putting two, three round bursts into each target, gets past the 25 and 75 meter targets then drops. Flips to semi, sights in the 200 meter target, clacks off 10 rounds into each of 2 targets, tearing off the head of each. Rises and sprints towards the 300, putting covering fire into the 250, stops 20 meters from the 300, flips to full auto and dumps the remaining 50 plus rounds into the 300, eviscerating it.
Walks back to the other side of the line, smiling.
"Still have it, don't we..."
Reloads the magazine, field strips and cleans the P-90, then slides the magazine back home. Puts both on safe and slings them over each shoulder, pulls out the grenades, attaches them to various clips on his armor, slides the combat knife and throwing knives into their various places of easy access, and finally puts on his lacerators, sliding a protective film over the blades that now dressed the backs of his hands.
Smirks and walks off the range..
"It's going to be a good year..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:48 am
Jonny comes in and checks out the unfamiliar shooting range. Pulls out his .44 Revolver and starts shooting at the target in front of him. With pinpoint accuracy cuts the head off. "Perfect", i say with approval. My system hasn't flawed one bit on the way here.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:44 am
Jonny pulls out his Beretta 470 Silverhawk and starts walking to the shotgun range. When he gets there he starts testing his new shotgun. For at the old base he never used a shotgun before so the blowback was very strange in his hands. It took him a while before he could hit the target, but he seemed to like the brute force of the shotgun. "Very... fun?" I said in a excited voice. Jonny seemed entertained by the weapon and shot it for a while. Then returned to the bunker for some rest on his hard drive.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:05 pm
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Pulls out his Silverhawk and starts firing at his target. He notices that he has very bad aim with a shotgun and decides to use what left of the ammo he has on practicing his accuracy. When he runs out he heads toward the armory to pick up a fresh supply of ammo.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:25 am
Cody walks into the shooting range, looking around,until he finds what he was looking for. He goes to an open spot in the shooting range. Pulls out his Desert Eagle aims at his target and shoots six rounds into his targets head. Out of the corner of his eye he spots his old friend Jonny. He walks up to jonny and gives him a punch in the arm.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 1:40 am
G walks into the firing range,new and unaware of the other guild members. He walks over to an open spot and shoulders his ak 47. 3 bangs are heard, all right after the other and hit their intended target, right square in the chest.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 11:22 am
ewalks p to GOW. hey man thats a nice shot, but i bet u cant do it again. lauhgs.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 1:58 pm
Cody V2 ewalks p to GOW. hey man thats a nice shot, but i bet u cant do it again. lauhgs. "Really?!" G loads 6 shots into his clip and aims. 6 shots are heard. G smiles and looks to see the reaction on his new friends face as all six shots hit their target yet again."You were saying." laughs
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 2:17 pm
ha maybe i was wrong about you, maybe you are a good shot. laughs
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