A date which will live on forever, the battle of the pant-less marauders.

[wastelandsamurai 41]

So while I was playing with a few buddies in Elecktro, we get into a firefight on Sniper Hill. Long Story short I die team kills him, and I respawn. 

 

With my fresh spawn I do what any man who washed ashore with no memory would logically do. 

I take my pants off and run to Elecktro. Along the way I encounter a woman running down the street, she too had taken her pants off and we both agreed that we would travel together to that great city where underpants roam free. 

About ten mins later, after teaching my new friend how to fist run. We ran into a woman who was also a fresh spawn but had donned a Dallas mask and was asking us for medical attention in this warehouse. I was wary of this woman as she had pants on, but after my new friend walked in to the warehouse and was ok I ran in to see a disturbing site. A Man was trying to hang him self and was stuck on the railing. We watched as the woman in the Dallas mask managed to free him and the day was saved.

We did not ask questions about the dead woman on the stairs, we gladly accepted the two into our group. They had proven themselves to be trustworthy even with there pants. We traveled some more and then after taking a break at a water well spotted two more survivors up the road. A black guy and a Chinese guy. We approached the two asking them to join us, but we were horrified when the black guy started to swing at the Chinese guy. We all leaped in to action as we started to pummel the black man untill he was dead. Coming back to my self, I was horrified at what we had just done, I was reminded by the Dallas Lady that she was Latina and the new guy was Asian so it was not a hate crime. I felt a great sense of relief that I had not become a racist and we moved on.

We we traveling along and I had convinced several more in our group to go pant-less and we were a unified pant-less machine except this one guy who loved his pants. He would not love them soon enough as a crack cried out from a Mosin perched atop a rocky outcrop. The pant clad man dropped dead and we took cover to the bushes and then across to the edge of the cliff. We talked about our options and decided to charge them like the pant-less warriors we knew we were. We started to climb and slide and climb some more, another shot rang out and then ricochet off a nearby rock. We were losing our footing and gaining no ground. Our last available option was to ambush them. Two started to charge and the rest of us hit some bushes. When the next shot was fired we charged out of our bushes and started to fling mighty fists of pant-less fury at the bandit. Then I took a round to the chest when he flung around. I went blind from the shock. I lingered around long enough in that life to hear the triumphant sound of a comrade saying "Yea son, knocked you out!" and the following gunshots I can only hope was my friend with his newly looted rifle disposing of the man who killed me. 

 

Fight on My Pant-less brethren, ours is a bond forged and broken in combat. 

 

[Geckofrog7 1168]

Kill the underpant scum!

In the name of Kane!

[Niner 27]

So while I was playing with a few buddies in Elecktro, we get into a firefight on Sniper Hill. Long Story short I die team kills him, and I respawn. 

 

With my fresh spawn I do what any man who washed ashore with no memory would logically do. 

I take my pants off and run to Elecktro. Along the way I encounter a woman running down the street, she too had taken her pants off and we both agreed that we would travel together to that great city where underpants roam free. 

About ten mins later, after teaching my new friend how to fist run. We ran into a woman who was also a fresh spawn but had donned a Dallas mask and was asking us for medical attention in this warehouse. I was wary of this woman as she had pants on, but after my new friend walked in to the warehouse and was ok I ran in to see a disturbing site. A Man was trying to hang him self and was stuck on the railing. We watched as the woman in the Dallas mask managed to free him and the day was saved.

We did not ask questions about the dead woman on the stairs, we gladly accepted the two into our group. They had proven themselves to be trustworthy even with there pants. We traveled some more and then after taking a break at a water well spotted two more survivors up the road. A black guy and a Chinese guy. We approached the two asking them to join us, but we were horrified when the black guy started to swing at the Chinese guy. We all leaped in to action as we started to pummel the black man untill he was dead. Coming back to my self, I was horrified at what we had just done, I was reminded by the Dallas Lady that she was Latina and the new guy was Asian so it was not a hate crime. I felt a great sense of relief that I had not become a racist and we moved on.

We we traveling along and I had convinced several more in our group to go pant-less and we were a unified pant-less machine except this one guy who loved his pants. He would not love them soon enough as a crack cried out from a Mosin perched atop a rocky outcrop. The pant clad man dropped dead and we took cover to the bushes and then across to the edge of the cliff. We talked about our options and decided to charge them like the pant-less warriors we knew we were. We started to climb and slide and climb some more, another shot rang out and then ricochet off a nearby rock. We were losing our footing and gaining no ground. Our last available option was to ambush them. Two started to charge and the rest of us hit some bushes. When the next shot was fired we charged out of our bushes and started to fling mighty fists of pant-less fury at the bandit. Then I took a round to the chest when he flung around. I went blind from the shock. I lingered around long enough in that life to hear the triumphant sound of a comrade saying "Yea son, knocked you out!" and the following gunshots I can only hope was my friend with his newly looted rifle disposing of the man who killed me. 

 

Fight on My Pant-less brethren, ours is a bond forged and broken in combat. 

Oh shit! Dude, I think I was the pants man! Jeremy?! :D

[ImDeafDontShootMe 8]

Lmao I love this story! Lol thanks for posting it up for all of us to see! :D

 

This convinces me to go pantless next time I get into a fresh spawn!

Edited February 7, 2014 by ImDeafDontShootMe

[crazykage 1063]

epic.

 

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[novogeek 253]

Fight on My Pant-less brethren, ours is a bond forged and broken in combat. 

 

ROFLMAO ... epic tale. 8-}