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Preface: Just so you know, this story is based exactly upon a game where I played as the japanese. I use a modern warfare mod and all troop counts have been converted exactly from the game into the story using decided parameters.
Prelude
2135 hours May 19th Year 2025
Nobunari, a sixth grade elementary student, began typing his essay for his social studies class. He hated doing reports, especially with the new virtual reality games waiting in just the next room to be played. His mother had to practically to drag him away from the game console each day to bring him back to the real world.
The title of his essay was, "Early Mistakes of the Japanese in the War Against the English". He decided to make it a short essay. So he began to write.
The japanese were forced into a war not of their choosing by the english. They had to fight at a time and place which could not have been more optimal to the defending english.
The japanese landed 186,000 troops, the pride of the imperial forces, in the area of hill 215 and for 2 weeks they endured unrelenting attacks by english armour columns supported by mechanized infantry. At night, there was no let up: technologically superior SAS special forces harrassed them to keep morale down and casualties mounting.
The japanese bushido code of honor forbade retreat despite the obvious failure of the mission. The official military records department states that every last man died in the defence of hill 215. Such was the loss of life that approximately half of the entire infantry arm of the army was lost in that one senseless battle. It makes one wonder how Japan ever survived such a catastrophe.
Genbaku
0157 hours July 25th Year 2005
Shinosuke eased the assault rifle barrel through the leaves of the cherry blossom tree. The blossoms were long gone but the ample leafy foilage provided perfect invisibilty to his position. His night fighting fatigues were dark blue and he wore a dark ski mask and gloves for added camoflage.
The only sounds were the night insects and occasional car passing by. From his position he could cover a 50 meter stretch of the street. He was positioned in a parking lot high over the street behind the tree. On the other side of the street was a small park lush with greenery - perfect to ambush from. Or so the enemy would think, not realizing where the fire was really coming from.
His prey were the 'bosozoku', motorbike gangsters, groups of rowdy yakuza-wanna teenagers who rode around at night on ear-splittingly loud bikes optimized for maximum decimal output. They loved to wake up the city every night, the people powerless to stop them. There were no laws about making noise in Japan.
Shinosuke was armed with an air gun firing plastic BB's capable only of stinging and leaving a welt on the victim. It would be enough to send the message.
After an hour's wait, the tell-tale sounds of cackling, barking bikes continually revved over and over again broke the stillness of the night. Shinosuke braced himself to fire while keeping the crosshairs pointed at the extreme right of his visible range.
The bike which came into view had two riders, riding helmetless with long bleach-blonde hair blowing in the backdraft. Shinosuke fired a long burst at the torso of the front rider and let the rounds find their away across him and onto the second rider. They writhed from the hits and looked angrily into the park on the opposite side, thoroughly deceived.
Shinosuke had started to relax when a second bike came roaring into view. They also were already looking in the direction of the park. Shinosuke knew it would reveal his position to shoot them in the backs at this time, but he felt supremely confident in his marksmanship and could not let such a nice target escape.
He opened up on them, raking their backs with fire. Within seconds the parking lot reverberated with the cacophony of the bike entering it.
He cursed himself for being so careless and sprinted to the back of the parking lot to escape, knowing it would be nearly impossible. Normally he always mapped out multiple escape routes but this time he had trusted his deception plan.
He leaped up the 2.5 meter high cement wall leading to the back of a house. At the top he came almost face-to-face with a husky. "Wun! Wun!" (means 'woof! woof!' in japanese). A light turned on in the house. Oh great, he thought, one of japan's highest ranking field generals is going to be arrested for climbing through someone's back yard in the middle of the night. Surely someone had called the police already.
He jumped back down into the parking lot to face the wrath of the riders. He ran to a small garden of bushes and flowers at the far side and tried to hide as best he could in them, knowing it was only a matter of time before they found him. He strapped the rifle on his back and took out his back-up weapon - an UZI loaded with steel balls also propelled by compressed air. This gun was souped-up to cause slight penetration and fired on auto was reminiscent of the old grapeshot concept of the old days.
The bike stopped infront of him and the two enraged riders powered down the bike and dismounted. Within a moment the first bike he had shot at also arrived leaving four cursing mad gangsters for him to deal with.
"You're gonna pay for that you @$#&ing @#$%&*!!" they yelled through the parking lot. One of them produced a combat knife and together they looked around the partially enclosed parking lot for the shooter.
Shinosuke lied unmoving, silently hoping not to be seen. Then something happened which made him break out in a cold sweat and freeze with fear. The vibration and music from the side pocket of his pants meant someone was trying to call him on his cell phone. At this time of night it could only be one person. In an instant the phone was in his hand. He silently cursed for not having turned off the melody. The sound of "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" serenaded the parking lot, instantly alerting the bosozoku to his postion.
Shinosuke fired a burst across their legs dropping all four of the screaming, cursing teenagers as they ran to him. Incredulously they got up and kept coming. He could see small blood stains on them from the hits.
He looked at the display. It was the very last person in the world he wanted to talk to in this situation, but he was under sworn oath to respond to any call from his superior, Field Marshall Iwata. Not responding would be considered treachery and could have grave consequences in this time of discension in the military. He knew the phone would cut out after the third "iya iya yo" in the song which was coming up shortly.
He hit the receive button and answered, "Hello?" just as he unleashed a second burst into the group of gangsters.
Rat tatatata tat! Aiyeeeeee! Oh the pain! You @#%&^*!!
"Shinosuke, what's that terrible noise?" Iwata asked.
"I'm just watching a movie now. Sorry about that. Why do I have the honor of your call at this time?" Shinosuke defly answered.
"Can you turn down the volumn a bit. It's hard to hear." Iwata's voice rang with urgency.
"I'm sorry, I'm in the bath now. Please wait a moment." Shinosuke ran past the incapacitated bosozuku and fired one last burst into them for good measure on the way out of the parking lot. The gun's magazine clicked dry.
"Alright. Please go ahead. The TV is turned down."
"Shinosuke, it's happened again. This time it was Tokyo's turn. It's been nuked! We are launching the mission now. Tonight. It's a go! Get your gear and get down hear ASAP!"
Prelude
2135 hours May 19th Year 2025
Nobunari, a sixth grade elementary student, began typing his essay for his social studies class. He hated doing reports, especially with the new virtual reality games waiting in just the next room to be played. His mother had to practically to drag him away from the game console each day to bring him back to the real world.
The title of his essay was, "Early Mistakes of the Japanese in the War Against the English". He decided to make it a short essay. So he began to write.
The japanese were forced into a war not of their choosing by the english. They had to fight at a time and place which could not have been more optimal to the defending english.
The japanese landed 186,000 troops, the pride of the imperial forces, in the area of hill 215 and for 2 weeks they endured unrelenting attacks by english armour columns supported by mechanized infantry. At night, there was no let up: technologically superior SAS special forces harrassed them to keep morale down and casualties mounting.
The japanese bushido code of honor forbade retreat despite the obvious failure of the mission. The official military records department states that every last man died in the defence of hill 215. Such was the loss of life that approximately half of the entire infantry arm of the army was lost in that one senseless battle. It makes one wonder how Japan ever survived such a catastrophe.
Genbaku
0157 hours July 25th Year 2005
Shinosuke eased the assault rifle barrel through the leaves of the cherry blossom tree. The blossoms were long gone but the ample leafy foilage provided perfect invisibilty to his position. His night fighting fatigues were dark blue and he wore a dark ski mask and gloves for added camoflage.
The only sounds were the night insects and occasional car passing by. From his position he could cover a 50 meter stretch of the street. He was positioned in a parking lot high over the street behind the tree. On the other side of the street was a small park lush with greenery - perfect to ambush from. Or so the enemy would think, not realizing where the fire was really coming from.
His prey were the 'bosozoku', motorbike gangsters, groups of rowdy yakuza-wanna teenagers who rode around at night on ear-splittingly loud bikes optimized for maximum decimal output. They loved to wake up the city every night, the people powerless to stop them. There were no laws about making noise in Japan.
Shinosuke was armed with an air gun firing plastic BB's capable only of stinging and leaving a welt on the victim. It would be enough to send the message.
After an hour's wait, the tell-tale sounds of cackling, barking bikes continually revved over and over again broke the stillness of the night. Shinosuke braced himself to fire while keeping the crosshairs pointed at the extreme right of his visible range.
The bike which came into view had two riders, riding helmetless with long bleach-blonde hair blowing in the backdraft. Shinosuke fired a long burst at the torso of the front rider and let the rounds find their away across him and onto the second rider. They writhed from the hits and looked angrily into the park on the opposite side, thoroughly deceived.
Shinosuke had started to relax when a second bike came roaring into view. They also were already looking in the direction of the park. Shinosuke knew it would reveal his position to shoot them in the backs at this time, but he felt supremely confident in his marksmanship and could not let such a nice target escape.
He opened up on them, raking their backs with fire. Within seconds the parking lot reverberated with the cacophony of the bike entering it.
He cursed himself for being so careless and sprinted to the back of the parking lot to escape, knowing it would be nearly impossible. Normally he always mapped out multiple escape routes but this time he had trusted his deception plan.
He leaped up the 2.5 meter high cement wall leading to the back of a house. At the top he came almost face-to-face with a husky. "Wun! Wun!" (means 'woof! woof!' in japanese). A light turned on in the house. Oh great, he thought, one of japan's highest ranking field generals is going to be arrested for climbing through someone's back yard in the middle of the night. Surely someone had called the police already.
He jumped back down into the parking lot to face the wrath of the riders. He ran to a small garden of bushes and flowers at the far side and tried to hide as best he could in them, knowing it was only a matter of time before they found him. He strapped the rifle on his back and took out his back-up weapon - an UZI loaded with steel balls also propelled by compressed air. This gun was souped-up to cause slight penetration and fired on auto was reminiscent of the old grapeshot concept of the old days.
The bike stopped infront of him and the two enraged riders powered down the bike and dismounted. Within a moment the first bike he had shot at also arrived leaving four cursing mad gangsters for him to deal with.
"You're gonna pay for that you @$#&ing @#$%&*!!" they yelled through the parking lot. One of them produced a combat knife and together they looked around the partially enclosed parking lot for the shooter.
Shinosuke lied unmoving, silently hoping not to be seen. Then something happened which made him break out in a cold sweat and freeze with fear. The vibration and music from the side pocket of his pants meant someone was trying to call him on his cell phone. At this time of night it could only be one person. In an instant the phone was in his hand. He silently cursed for not having turned off the melody. The sound of "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" serenaded the parking lot, instantly alerting the bosozoku to his postion.
Shinosuke fired a burst across their legs dropping all four of the screaming, cursing teenagers as they ran to him. Incredulously they got up and kept coming. He could see small blood stains on them from the hits.
He looked at the display. It was the very last person in the world he wanted to talk to in this situation, but he was under sworn oath to respond to any call from his superior, Field Marshall Iwata. Not responding would be considered treachery and could have grave consequences in this time of discension in the military. He knew the phone would cut out after the third "iya iya yo" in the song which was coming up shortly.
He hit the receive button and answered, "Hello?" just as he unleashed a second burst into the group of gangsters.
Rat tatatata tat! Aiyeeeeee! Oh the pain! You @#%&^*!!
"Shinosuke, what's that terrible noise?" Iwata asked.
"I'm just watching a movie now. Sorry about that. Why do I have the honor of your call at this time?" Shinosuke defly answered.
"Can you turn down the volumn a bit. It's hard to hear." Iwata's voice rang with urgency.
"I'm sorry, I'm in the bath now. Please wait a moment." Shinosuke ran past the incapacitated bosozuku and fired one last burst into them for good measure on the way out of the parking lot. The gun's magazine clicked dry.
"Alright. Please go ahead. The TV is turned down."
"Shinosuke, it's happened again. This time it was Tokyo's turn. It's been nuked! We are launching the mission now. Tonight. It's a go! Get your gear and get down hear ASAP!"
Are you gonna try to finsh The Tale of Two Gardens? I liked it a lot ...
Keep It up!
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