The 100 post club!

"Why how far over there. You democratic swine!!" Raising his sword up to the kits adams apple. "One wong moove and I slit dat apel in twine!"

"Haste Fox, small Fox has his uses."
Placing a paw on his sword, and pushes it down.
"You Foxes never see the problem at hand, only quick to spill the blood of a comrade. Now, if foxes be stupid again, Comrade Vlad here shoot both many times, yes Vlad?"
A large Dog sits beside Volk, shotgun laying in his lap.
"Vlad like shoot tiny foxes. They bests to shoots."
The old soviet car rolls slowly toward the mountains in the distance, BMPs and HINDs follow closely behind.

The car rolled though the quiet rocky trails that dug deep into the mountain range.

This quiet wasnt your normal silence, the feel of someone watching could be felt through out the trip.

"How much farther foolish kit, my sword hungers for the blood of that traitor." Shimo said as he polished his sword on his lap lightly jabbing Pixel in the leg in the confined area.

"Not much longer my fox friend," Pixel said as he looked out the window, "patentce."

Soon the car rolled into a fork in the road.

"Take a left," Pixel instructed the driver, "the place we're looking for is in a cave on the left side just a short half of a mile from here"

The car slowly goes up the road. A ping is heard, and the car vears to the side of the road, the driver slumped over the wheel, fallen to a snipers round. Anti-air rockets take out the hinds, and RPGs take out all but one BMP. Volk grabs a rifle from the roof of the car,
"Comrades! Take cover! Enemy sniper!"
With that He and Vlad jump from the vehicle. They work their way up the road, shots missing by only inches. Then, a fateful shot lands it's mark, Vlad falls, a hole through his head,
"Vlad!? I shall avenge you brother!"
Volk fires his rifle at the source of the fire, missing by a few yards. A second lucky shot from the elite sniper, and Volk stumbles behind a rock, a shot through his body. His rifle lays far from his reach, and comes up with a last ditch effort to stop him, he pulls a radio from his coat and yells a long string of Russian. Soon a couple of MIGs fly over a drop several high explosive bombs on top of a base on a high ridge above, the body of a once great sniper goes flying over the cliff. Volk drops his radio, and goes limp, a pool of blood slowly coalescing around him.

Pixel quickly joins runs from the car, that quickly got shot up soon after his escape, and ran for cover behind the rock. Quickly he finds the two Ruski-dogs laying on the ground in a pool of their own blood.
Pixel calls both of the dogs names trying to shake them awake. It didnt take much time for Pixel to realize the truth, his comerades were now dead.
"I'll stop him Volk," Pixel said with a small tear in his eye, "I''ll stop this chaos."
Dodging the slowly fading gun fire, Pixel made his way back to the car, that was now a twisted pile of metal, and looked for Shimo.

Pixel returned to the limo and to his utter dismay Shimo had vanished, looking up to the face of the mountain his saw Shimo sneekingly climbing up the side and along a ledge towards an assult rifle wielding soldier fireing randomly down towards the car. Comeing to the edge next to the soldier Shimo reachs out and grabs the rifle in the soldiers hads and flings him to the ground in one swift move. Raming a hook into the wall he threw down a rope and tied the other end to the hook, he then jumped from his perch to about half way down the rope, where he proceaded to run back and forth on the wall gaining a little more momentum each time until finaly he came bounding up and over a ledge, seconds later a severed head came rolling down followed quickly by a screaming soldier. "Come small fox, avenge their deaths we must!"

Pixel took a deep breath before he acted. He grabbed the rifle from a nearby dead soldier and charged for Shimo. Pixel did his best to copy Shimo's actions. He grabbed the rope that still dangled from the hook and jumped over the ledge.

The lone BMP fires it's 30mm cannon at troops that were headed toward the foxes. After coming to a stop, the rear hatch opens. Eight of the Ruski dogs most elite troops walk out of the back to survey the area for enemy targets. After clearing the area, they make the slow arduous walk toward their fallen leaders. They take the dog tags, weapons, and personal possession packs off of them. After that, they take some cloths and cover them. There would be no time for a proper burial for the leaders of a million man standing army. All these troops can focus on is revenge for their fallen comrades. No sleep will be had, no mercy given, no happiness to be found until they conquer their foe. They look on the foxes with disgust, all their lives, being told they are vile and evil. As they return, an unusually small wolf in a far better uniform than the rest, exits the BMP and walks toward the pair of foxes. It a very subtle Russian accent speaks with haste and clarity,
"Greetings fox. I am Lupin, once second, now head of command of Ruski troops. I will get to point I am making. These men are the best trained troops to offer, and we wish to accompany you on your endeavor."
He glances over toward the cloth body covers,
"Do not think that I agree with him on us being comrades. Foxes and wolves will never coexist, and once this is done, you will return to your motherland, and never speak of this again."

"I accept your sevices gladly Lupine," Pixel said as he cocked his rifle, "We need a plan and quick if we want to make it out of this alive."

"Pwan? The pwan is to fight, and neva surreda. We whelle push untel bones they break..... Owrly wen the Iron whal of tyreny hash fallwen or awall have falleen shell I west, even ef it mweens my wife!" Shimo said rubbing the blood off his sword on pixels pant leg.

Lupin looks at Shimo, and whispers to a solder,
"Since when white fox talk in that way?"
The solder shrugs and shoulders his weapon.
"Yes, plan of death and kill everyone sounds good, but plan must be thought out and carefully planned and... uh, how you say, fuck it. My troops can handle selves, we will go on death charge. Foxes watch our backs, we watch foxes. Good, yes."
At that point, Lupin, and his right hand man, Dimitri, load supplies off the BMP, and ready the accentuation up the cliff face. A solder hands Shimo a handgun, and Pixel a more modern rifle.
"Volk always like old guns, I more like the ones that work."
With company in tow, the trek to the bunker starts.

"Then lets do this," Pixel said as he holds up his rifle, "the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go home!"

Then the world exploded and all the hippies died!

Noooooooooo! You just killed me!!!

No hard feelings... But hippies exploding is a funny sight

*Stares at explosion in awe*

Ohhh pretty colors!
Both theres only one thing that could make this better...

*puts on 3-D glasses*

EXPLODING HIPPIES IN 3-D!!

Lol ! Yea, I love you guys too

Well, if we don't explode you, then we would have to explode Pixel. And if we explode Pixel, then everyone would explode. And thats bad...

And because of this, I brought my eplosive proof helmet *puts tube socks over ears*

Now im safe

U wouldnt be able to blow me up no matter how hard u try....right?

Volk comes walkin by, howitzer shell in hand, humming a little tune,
"Hey Pixel, nice sock,"
He loads up the 105mm and aims for Pixel.
"Stop stealin my socks fox!!"