CS Chronicles

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Every good chum enjoys a session of Counter-Strike, but ever dream of what amazing adventures those skilled fictional CS players must get into? Huh? Of course not you soul-less freak, I hate you. That, and the CS Chronicles has been updated again.

Derek moved over to the gunner manning the M60. "Mow them down!" he ordered. The machine-gun let loose a hail of lead. The terrorist holding the C4 charge was the first one down, 7.62mm bullets blowing fist-sized holes through his torso. The machine-gun continued to fire, raking up and down the piles of crates. Another tango got caught in the path of carnage, and the M60 cut his legs out from under him. He fell with a spray of blood. The next man on the ground began firing wildly with his Kalishnov weapon. He got maybe ten rounds off before the machine-gun found him. He caught a bullet in the face, and spun backwards. The last terrorist ran for the cover of the enclosed alley, but he never made it; a stray 7.62 struck his lower spine with the force of a sledgehammer.

What will Paula do, will John seduce her? Candice? PANCAKES? SOFFY?

[CSN NewsBot]

CS Chronicles

Ahh, the oh so ever enjoyable CS Chronicles has been updated! Want a taste? of course you do.

"Drop the weapons! Drop them! I'll kill him if you don't!" a voice screamed shrilly. Alpha team turned as one, and pointed their weapons at a man holding a pistol to the head of the last hostage, an adult male, the suspected drug lord. Derek saw the man was standing right beside an open window, and an idea started to form in his head.



"Calm down, sir. Put the gun down, and you'll get out of this alive." Derek said soothingly to the nervous terrorist. O'Brian let his P90 fall to his side, and slowly approached the man on the left. Unconsciously the tango backed away from Derek, getting him closer and closer to the window. Derek motioned for the others to lower their weapons too. They did, and the man's trigger finger relaxed slightly.

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