bmgarcangel

Man, I think they should make it so that you can flatten trees and shit. That would be so tight!

No way dude Nod soldiers have these weird helmets, and in Tiberium sun, GDI soldiers have helmets too, that they can see through of course ( like the nod soldiers ) wants pictures

SOMEONE else please help one the first one since second has been accomplished!! ....please Hey oyman, is there other destrType= commands? i mean like a list of em

First off release of this tool to the regular peasants of OFP Â Â will be the utter end of the world for us Thats why only certian people contain it, one such person being me But I really dont use it a ton though. Â I mean seriously, binarized and this tool, converting to ODOL I think its called, don't they both do the same thing?

at times my friend that extra realisim gives a kick in the story! Oh and for the voting thing up there, damnit, i'm already a writer

lol Well, I guess so. I mean, I could have made it better, but a 1st person story is always good for the soul. 3rd person is something people always crave for, but you can't go always without a story told be the person who is actually there.

hey guys hehe P3dedit tool, I love it, its a great tool (don't ask I ain't giving it out) but hell, if it was released then whats the point of protecting the addons from the general community hey? Mod makers use it to their advantage to see how certian things are done with addons created by BIS or sometimes we use it for other useful things. But just imagine guys, if we released it, how many of you guys would use it to peak into others addons and edit them without their permission hmm?? ~Bmgarcangel

Do you guys think I should continue the story possibly? Perhaps keep it at 1st person or should I back it into a 3rd person point of view story?

Download Operation Flashpoint: Nineties Crisis here: Operation Flashpoint: Nineties Crises Its an updated version of some missions that I made a while back! Overview The year is 1995. 10 years after the struggle against the Soviets Malden is once again thrown into battle against a renegade Russian Force. Prepare for battle soldier, you're in one! The missions this campaign holds was made around 1 year ago. Now i've decided to update them. Enjoy!

Thanks guys! This really encourages me on this. I will work on fixing a few more errors need I do so. Ya I thought that alot of parts of the story had pretty good imagery in your head you know, I mean, like the turning back then almost dying because you forgot to look the other way and like the chinese soldiers, hundreds, coming out of the smog and smacking you on the head before you knew what happened. I do believe every soldiers goal is this We all fight, fight we must because of orders, fight to kill other men, but truth be told, we fight the most to live to see another day.

hey guys I've done alot of corrections on it and a majority of it has been edited and some has been changed. It also has a new ending to it. Please don't vote unless you read this edited version too! Thanks! A Soldier’s Story By Brendan G. or bmgarcanel I grip my rifle, as I sit back and stretch on the seat in the back of the truck. Its earlier in the morning and still dark outside, not to mention its damned cold. Again I ponder the thought in my head about why we are here fighting someone else’s war. Rations are low, morale is even lower. We had a soldier crack in a battle yesterday, ending up in him running the wrong way and getting shot. I feel like I’m going to crack at times, but there is always some glimmer of hope hidden away in the back of my mind that keeps me going. The snow is falling heavily and the fog is thick outside as the truck drives on the dirt road. The sounds of battle are getting louder and I pray that we may make it to the drop of point instead of having to do a tailgate jump must the truck be hit. Across from me my buddy checks his Browning automatic rifle over once more. The enemy force is of overwhelming strength and at any moment our positions could be overrun. The sound out side of the battle is now louder then ever, we must be near as the truck slows down and finally stops. The tailgate slams down with a metallic thud and we jump out as our squad leader yells “ Everyone out!†I look in the direction of the line where we must fight. Our troops are spread across a line in foxholes defending the position as dozens of Chinese soldiers charge towards our troops attempting to break the line with overwhelming numbers. We are only 30 feet away from the battle. The enemy is within range of us and rounds start hitting the ground near my feet as I fall down prone and aim my rifle towards the nearest soldier as I fire three rounds in 3 seconds and one of the Chinese soldiers fall face down into the snow. Frozen in a moment of time. I start crawling to a foxhole nearby. Just as the truck is leaving I hear the loud whistling of mortar rounds above my head. The Chinese soldiers start retreating just as explosions start to litter the area around the men and me. I scrambling frantically to make it to the nearest hole in the ground, I catch out of the corner of my eye my best friend in the whole squad take a hit from shrapnel. He jolts back from the impact and then goes limp, falling to the ground. I turn and start crawling towards my pal, yelling his name out loud, telling him to hold on. As I reach him I see the wound in his chest. I check his pulse. He is still alive so I grab his arm and start dragging him along as I make my way to the closest foxhole. Rounds keep falling on the ground nearby I continue my journey hoping we’ll be spared from the hell that they carry. I get up and start running, still dragging my friend. We reach the foxhole. Dragging my friend the rest of the way into the safety of the hole, as I call out the 5 words we dread, the medic finally answers my call and runs to our aid. He’s working on my friend as the mortars finally stop and all this, from mortar start to mortar stop took no more than 54 seconds though it seems like a lifetime. I hear a trumpet or horn of some type, those damn Chinese are at it again, thinking they weakened us with their bombs, we pick up our weapons and raise our heads to look over the foxholes, we hear them coming yet again. The fog is settled and we can only see 20 to 40 feet ahead of us but we still can hear those little feet hitting the snow as they run to our position. Try they will to overtake us, but they will not prevail against the brave under the red, white, and blue. Like a vision out of a dream they finally arrive pouring out of the mist and thick fog. Yelling and screaming at us, we open fire. A foxhole 10 ft away to my left falls to the enemy. Our machine guns in the rear open fire and mow down the new occupiers of the hole. I shift my fire for a second to the right as more Chinese poor down on the line, I click off 8 rounds into a few of them shorties. I grab another magazine out of my pocket, throw open the chamber and slip in the rounds, slap close the chamber and raise my M1 once again as more of them come at us again I click off more rounds and see more men fall into the ground. We are loosing men left and right, 5 foxholes have been overran though the new occupiers of each hole are killed off each time more just keep on coming to replace them. I’m starting to feel uneasy, as I soon become the last that is out of line with all the other foxholes. My foxhole and I are the ones to meet the enemy before everyone else. My fellow soldiers behind me in the other foxholes just 14 feet away can cover me from there, but I don’t like the feeling of being the first in line anymore. I turn my head for a moment to glance at the medic as he finishes bandaging up my fallen pal he yells out to me “we need to get him out of here!†but over that I hear the scream “WATCH OUT!†as I hear a few rounds being fired by a soldier in the holes behind me. I swing my rifle around to look towards a face stricken with fear as he takes the last fall of his life into the snow just one foot away from me. His rifle with bayonet on end showing the reflection of my scared and surprised face. This time the medic yells like bloody murder “GOD DAMNIT, WE GOTTA GET THIS GUY OUT OF HERE NOW!†and so I aim and fire a few more rounds at the enemy, and then I call for help from one of the guys to help the medic take my friend to the road to wait for a jeep. I reload my rifle as fast as I can and raise it to provide covering fire as they get him out of the hole. Being the only one here, I climb out of the hole and follow them. Then all the sudden hundreds of Chinese soldiers just start pouring out of nowhere, Chinese here and Chinese there, I turn my head and swing my rifle around just as it all goes black. It’s the evening of December 5th, 1950 as I wake up in a warm, cozy, hospital bed. I look around and see a doctor tending to the wounded, Korean it looks like. I ask him what had happened to me and he says nothing except some Korean chibberish. He walks out and comes back with a doctor, American or British it looks like. He tells me that the line I had fought on near the Chosen Reservoir had fallen to the Chinese earlier this morning and that they had found me and a few others later on that day when marines finally where able to get to our fallen position. I learned sadly that my friend had died, frozen to death on the ground. I had been knocked out, apparently from being hit on the head with a rifle and I had also been shot in the shoulder. But I had somehow made it through. After the doctor finished telling me the story I gave him thanks and he went on to attend to his duties. I sat back and started at the liquid dripping into my veins via a tub going into my arm. My best buddy in the whole wide world had died out there in the cold, yet another lost life to someone else’s damned war. For the rest of the night I lay there in the bed, thinking about why he had to die, why the other men had to die and why I hadn’t. The battles elsewhere can be heard of in the distance still and I wonder what is happening to the men who have to be at the very source of the fighting. I sit up a little bit in the half lit room, and look around, I find a few personnel belongings of mine on a table next to me. I look through a few things and after a few seconds decide to put them back on the table. I say a few words for the men who are fighting out there on the battlefields of Korea. My wounds are minor and within a month’s time, I will most likely be recovered and will be sent back to the battlefield yet again to fight the war. I also therefore say a pray for me, I say a pray that I may make it through the rest of this war so as to make it back to my mother and father at home, for this is not the place to die for me, let me grow old and weak someday, let me not die here for it is hell. We all fight, fight we must because of orders, fight to kill other men, but truth be told, we fight the most just to live to see another day.

I've talked to a few people already about this story. Â Now, for this summer i'm thinking about making a film, i'm also really good at making films and it has been my dream to make a good war story. Â I imagined this part of the story in a movie: That would be a freaky thing, turn your head for a moment and next thing you know, look how close you where to death from a bayonet. I'm going to work on this some more though. Â Anymore ideas on how to continue it? Also, i've taken out the last paragraph and put this in its stead.

Hey I took in some of your guys suggestions. Â The edited version is now up above. Â I will work on the story more and make it more interesting. Â hey jaguar, how would u like the story more interesting? Like in what ways? Saddens me though...worst story they've ever read...I don't know, makes me sad after all that typing

This guy is thinking about why he is there, why he is fighting and stuff. Tis his duty to be fighting the war. He has his orders that he must carry out. In war some soldiers think of death, of how affraid they are and of how they may never see home again, while others get that out of their mind and a accept the fact they are already dead. Like in band of brothers, its the truth, all war depends on it. You might think that, but a good soldier will keep the fear and the fact that he may never see his home or family again, a good soldier must try and keep that out of his mind for the time being to operate very effectively.

I got a problem I got a m4a1 suppresed that I built that uses JAM2 magazines and shit. Now this is bassically the problem...the bullet flys too high above the aiming point now People have suggested it has something to do with O2 Lite but I cannot find anything that would lead to this. Can someone possibly help me out a little bit here? ~Bmgarcangel

Ya you can. I'm working on one right now. All you have to do is shape a wrp island a certian way then make an addon that wil match with the terrian and stuff, and then it will be like sweet.

I got a problem I got a m4a1 suppresed that I built that uses JAM2 magazines and shit. Now this is bassically the problem...the bullet flys too high above the aiming point now People have suggested it has something to do with O2 Lite but I cannot find anything that would lead to this. Can someone possibly help me out a little bit here? ~Bmgarcangel

maxzoom minzoom to 200 then instead of 50?

I'm using it with a bis soldier, always. Now I did some tests. Now for my m4a1 there is two versions: One with Silencer and one without So then, I made it so that the part that defines the one without used the silenced model version, then it worked like a jewl. Put it pack to the old silenced version, and the problem came up again. But i've got some heads up from some other guys about problems with the silencer mags from the JAM2 pack which i'm using for the mags on my m4's. What happens is with some silenced versions, the bullet would arc up for some reason. Ive made some complaints to them and I can only hope that they will take it into consideration and possibly help out. ~Bmgarcangel

I don't think you got the picture right man We're not there for oil or any of that crap. We're just there to keep the peace for now, we aren't even taking control of Haiti, we are not even an occupying force. We're just making sure as you all know or should know that we are just keeping the peace so that more blood baths don't start breaking out like they have for the past few weeks over there. ~Bmgarcangel

Sadly Edwards hasn't won a single state yet. Â I was hopeful, but now, it seems hopeless unfortunately for him. Â I think he would have made a great president. Â But there is something I'd like to bring up in this topic. Â All these presidents support abortion. Â Now I'm totally against this (hell I mean its the guys and the womens fault if they make a mistake by having sex in the first place without proper plans) but hell, if they like come into office, like Kerry, I prey to god for his sake that he doesn't like pass some law or protect abortion for being banned because the would be F * * * * * up major. Â I also hope he will take more action in the world but with a better pace and with god honest truthful reasons to why he will attack this place or to why he doesn't like that guy or this guy and so on and so on. Â ~Bmgarcangel

Just curious, when are some of the problems with JAM going to be solved, like with silenced weapons and such? ~Bmgarcangel

now explain this in english, its all interesting but confusing. So what do I need to do to fix it then?

Rgr that dude Ya know, I think we should have a starcraft for OFP 2 now With the Zerg, Protoss, and Terran ~Bmgarcangel

Ah lol washington state i'm a northwestern man