http://ufmod.cpaulv.com Nuke-Evolution Powered Site Uncertain Future Uncertain Future Evo RSS generator en-us Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:22:02 -0400 cpaulv@gmail.com cpaulv@gmail.com 60 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/images/evo/minilogo.gif http://ufmod.cpaulv.com 94 15 Nuke-Evolution Powered Site http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=41#304 We here at Uncertain Future do not appreciate having people sign up just to post some dumb advertisement about some crap no one wants, if these are posted accounts will be banned permanently. Also any posts regarding pornography will have the user's account banned permanently. Wed, 06 Dec 2006 00:04:06 -0500 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=34#297 Yes, we now have a brand new site up and working, and yes most people thought this mod was dead but I've got news for you, its not. Most of the team isn't around much anymore but the main core members are still around except for 1 which is still MIA. But now that we have a site back up things should start to move again and we will start to recruit some new team members soon. Tue, 05 Sep 2006 19:06:47 -0400 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=1#291 welcome Classified, its good to see another post here again, its been so dead, i wish there was more of a community but that should come sooner or later. Wed, 26 Nov 2003 22:04:42 -0500 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=31#289 Hey everyone, soon we will have made a new site for the mod which looks really cool, and we can thank Tantalus for the work he has done to it, it looks awesome so far. When its done you will be seeing the new site up, don't forget to give us comments when its done. Fri, 07 Nov 2003 12:46:29 -0500 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=26#287 ........move along people, move along, nothing to see here........... But anyways YAY!!!!! :D Sat, 01 Nov 2003 19:45:55 -0500 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=30#277 created by: Joel K. Spreading hundreds of miles across the now concrete surface of Earth lays a vast, vast metropolis. Billions of people walking and driving around, with little to no respect for each other, seeming more like zombies than human; each one of them no more then a dot in comparison to the buildings that tower inside the clouds of smog. Dead in the center of what used to be Mexico stood the largest of the large; a concrete and steel giant, reaching higher and higher up into the stratosphere, belittling all other marvels of the planet. Deep inside this giant of steel and concert lays a void, a room filled with blackness, a room with out light, with out stimulation of any kind, created specifically for the purpose of containing an experiment, who’s nearly invisible body lay shivering in a tight ball on the floor of his void. Thirsty and hungry, yet not knowing what these things were, he began to cry. Pawing at his eyes to hide his tears, knowing the reproductions of this act would be, knowing that it would be as it always would. He wished the song would come back; it used to always come when he cried. He didn’t know what it meant, who was singing it, nor did he understand it. But it comforted him, made him feel safe, always allowed him to fall asleep no matter how bad the pain got. The voice that sang was always so sweet, so warm. The hot water flowed from his tightly shut eyes freely now, struggling against it seemed to make it only worse. “P.C. 22!” a familiar robotic voice boomed out through his void, echoing in the man’s ears. He threw him self flat on the floor, trying desperately to cover his body as much as possible. In his attempts to hide, more tears flowed from his eyes, soaking his face pressed tightly on the floor. “Stop crying!” the voice finished. The man fought hard against his tears, pawing and scratching desperately at his eyes, as if trying to plug them up. A small hatch way flung itself open, revealing a blinding white light that still could not bring light into the void. The man scrambled quickly away from the light and the shadow with in it. Running straight into the corner of the room, he tried with every ounce of his being to appear invisible in the corner. Hugging his knees close to his body he began to whimper. The shadow in the light moved through the door way, and into the void. Its metallic body clanked on the concrete floors of the room as it worked its way menacingly over to the huddles man, still whimpering heavily with this eyes shut tightly. “No crying!” the metallic guard shouted again at the defenseless body. “Stop!” it shouted again as the frightened man cried harder. The guard struck out at the man with his foot, kicking him roughly in the ribs. “I swear if you don’t stop crying…” The guard started in again, releasing a locking mechanism on his wrist, allowing a long blade to slide smoothly with a threatening “shink” noise from its sheath. It stood straight out of the guard’s wrist, zapping loudly from the intense electrical current that ran through its blade. “n-no!” the man struggled out, hugging him self tighter and hitting his head on the wall. The guard struck out with the blunt side of the blade, landing it square in the middle of the man’s back. He screamed in pain as a series of electrical currents surged through his body again and again. “STOP!” the guard struck the man again in the neck, “CRYING!” again the blade came down on the man, who now could do nothing but scream and cry from the pain, illustrating each word the guard yelled. Getting bored with the blade the guard set it back into its sheath and started kicking the man, as though venting all things wrong in his robot life, yet truly enjoying the pain he was inflecting on the man. He threw the screaming man violently away from the wall and watched happily as he tried to crawl away. Pouncing down onto him, the guard started to punch the man in the back of his head, grinding his face hard into the concrete floor. The man, unable to scream anymore simply sobbed loudly in pain, grunting each time the guards fist crashed onto him, still he tried to claw his way away from the guard in a vain attempt to escape the beating. “NO!” the man shouted as loudly as he could, feeling a surge of energy flow through his body, as if some primitive instinct suddenly surfaced inside of him, telling him to survive. “Stop! Stop! STOP!” he shouted again. Flipping his body over from underneath the guard’s grip, he grabbed the cold metal arms of the guard tightly. The metal plating groaned under his grip, bending and cracking. “Stop!” the man shouted again, throwing the guard off his body across the room. The guard flew across the room and crashed hard into the wall, shattering his spine (remember the guard is human) and rendering him paralyzed. The man stood up slowly, blood and tears alike flowing as freely as water from his head, and clenching every muscle in his body. His deep purple eyes seemingly glowing with rage. “No….CRY!!” he screamed at the floor. The only words he truly knew. To him they meant pain, they meant every ounce of anger in his body. He jumped the distance across the room and grabbed the guard’s motionless body. He shoved the head into the wall, again and again. It crashed into the wall, each time the guard lost more and more of its power, slowly watching it’s life force drain with each pounding impact on an almost jokingly meter that only he could see. The man stood up from the now crumpled remains of the former guard, still clenching his fists. Standing in horror at the sight he just committed for a moment then falling to his knees, holding his head, shaking slowly back and forth with a volatile mixture of anger and pain. A screeching noise rang out deep inside the facility, alerting every droid who was programmed to wield a weapon. The man crumpled to the floor, staring longingly at the still open door on the other side of the room then back to the crushed guard and his weapon. He instinctively tried hard to keep his ears covered from the deafening sound that echoed through the room. He yanked the lifeless arm off the body of the guard and examined the weapon that was attached to the wrist. He began to tow with the straps that connected it to the disembodied arm, rather quickly learning its secrets. Something deep inside of him telling him what to do, what this weapon was, how it worked. He slowly worked it free from the arm, feeling its surprisingly light weight in his hands. The straps worked their way tightly around his arm, testing its function. The blade came out, and returned back into its sheath that ran up his forearm several times, with a zapping practice swing between each slide. “P.C.22 stop!” a gruff voice called from the other side of the door that beckoned the man towards it. “Stop, now!” the man stood from the floor, walking fearfully back away from the door, something was wrong, he’d done something seriously wrong. The sounds of more guards running down the hall echoed louder then the serines inside his head, he could feel their anger. They were coming for him, they were going to hurt him again, more then before. His knees became weak, forcing him back on the ground, trying hard to hide his tears again. “[Unaudable sounds] – run!” a sweet sounding female voice called to him, a comforting voice, the voice that used to sing to him. “Run!” he did, thrashing head long out the white doorway and out of his void, letting the blade fall down his arm again. “P.C. 22! Stop!” the guards voiced called again from behind his bio-mechanical armored face. The man plunged out the door way, blinded by the lights in the hall, he had never seen the color white before, it burnt his eyes for a moment. The guards stepped back slowly, looking at the man covered in blood, wielding one of their own weapons. The man stood panting, squinting at the blurred figures, letting them slowly come into focus. They were scared, he could see it, they were afraid of him. “No… more… crying!” he demanded, raising the blade and charging into the numbers of the guards. Thu, 23 Oct 2003 09:17:40 -0400 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=27#241 lol i wasant planning to the might be monitoring it somehow.... Fri, 10 Oct 2003 19:37:16 -0400 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=24#233 I'm here all day but I won't idle in any channel. Wed, 01 Oct 2003 09:52:31 -0400 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=22#222 Known languages: Java, C/C++ Level: Java: Intermediate/Advanced C/C++: New beginner, Intermediate by Dec 2003 (currently learning at uni) Mon, 29 Sep 2003 12:51:05 -0400 http://ufmod.cpaulv.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=9#202 not a favorite saying but favorite story intro: Long shadows claw desperately away from your dusty combat boots, fueled by the relentless sun of a late Texas afternoon. Shading your eyes against the glare, you squint for the thousandth time at the line of soldiers ahead of you. It stretches on endlessly across the rubble, disappearing at last into the cool shadows of a troop carrier. Soon you’ll walk up the ramp into the ship, climb into your one-man cocoon, tear through the interplanetary gateway, and smash down light-years away from the blowing sand and blasted ruins that surround the Dallas-Metro crater. "What the hell is taking so long?!" you snarl, slamming the battered barrel of your side arm, the blaster, against your scarred palm. "I’ve waited long enough. Time to kick some Strogg ass…" Slightly rocking back and forth under the sweltering August sun, you spit out of the side of your mouth, rub your eyes, and think back to the day when the wretched creatures first attacked. Like flaming meteors, their crafts pounded into the Earth and unbelievably, these bio-mechanical aliens… these hideous cyborgs… swarmed out while their ships still sizzled with reentry heat. They killed or captured anything that lived. We figured that the Strogg were after our planet’s resources: minerals, metals, and water: things like that. But their onboard storage facilities did little to disguise what they considered to be resources: fleshy limbs and organs for new cyborgs, and of course, food. The line moves. And moves again. Into the cool shadows at last. The assembled armies branch off into new lines divided by corps and unit. "I can’t deal with this shit – what’s the friggin’ hold-up?" "Cool your jets, marine," Tokay mutters and smiles over his shoulder. "We’ll all get a few Strogg heads to take home as souvenirs. I promise you that." "Yo, soldier, 3585." The medtech’s voice startles you. "You in or out?" Competent hands guide you into the coffin-like opening of your Mark 9A drop pod: sleek, dark, and invisible to the Stroggos defense systems. One of the techs begins to drop the reinforced pod door. "Sleep tight, soldier. You’ll see sunlight in less than six and a half hours. Not our sun, mind you…" <SLAM> Pitch black except for the mild glow of your video readout system in front of you. You’ve done this a dozen times in the sim classes. No sweat. Just a few short hours to sleep, recharge, and then… the moment of glory. But this time it’s for real. It’s also time to think. You recall your first official day of training, your unit commander discussing how these damn parasites made it to Earth and other nearby colonies in the first place. By employing our best satellites and long-range scanners, we learned how they traveled light years so quickly – the Strogg used these black hole-like gateways as their highway to heaven. We still don’t know if they created these rips in the fabric of space and time, or if they simply discovered them by accident. Either way… it’s just like opening the door to an all-you-can-eat restaurant for these bastards. In about two hours, we’ll be entering the same interstellar portals, to hit ‘em where it hurts… on their own turf. You close your eyes and relish this thought. Eventually, you nod off to the low hypnotic hum of the troop carrier. *Crackle* ... *fzzzz* ... "Greetings to the people of the Coalition. This is Flag Admiral Crockett, speaking to you from the bridge deck of Phobos. We are entering the outer orbits of Stroggos, the alien’s home system. As we had postulated, Stroggos’ atmosphere is harsh but breathable. We expect to make planetfall soon. Now is the time to switch on your debriefing panel if ya need it." "Boomer?" the voice crackles through every soldier’s headset. "Drop X-ray squad in 30 on my mark. You copy?" "Roger that!" In another pod, your sergeant snaps back. "OK boys and girls, you see the clock on your heads-up. Two demerits for anyone who up-chucks during bounce and roll!" *Shthunk!!* Your drop pod is shot from the side of the carrier and hurtles downward. *Wheee-oooooo!* Incendiary atmosphere howls past the pod’s rapidly heating shell. *Ka-WHUMP! * The pod wall suddenly buckles to your right, but stays intact. Another pod must have clipped yours on its way in. ECM didn't indicate enemy fire. Shit. Thrusters and stabilizing gyros are fading. Based on the pings, the other pods are pulling away. Below you, the large alien city roars into focus on the screen. But where are the other pods? They were there a minute ago. Suddenly, distorted radio chatter lights up, "Mayday! Mayday! Lost all power... shielding failed... missed dz... some kind of EMP is... kzzzt... us out. We're dropping like fli... zzzzkkkzzzt". Silence. Damn! If the Strogg have electromagnetic pulse defenses and we failed to detect them… all of us are in the shitter. That HUGE blip has to be the Big Gun. You do a slow dogleg left as your navcomp finds a place to land when all of a sudden retros kick in and propel you south. "What the...?" Before you know it you skip across the lip of a crater and slam into a structure, a good distance away from your target. Dazed and bleeding from a head cut you toggle open the labeled arsenal bins and reach for where your gear ought to be stowed. Damn. Nothing but your sidearm. Damn again. You leap out the crushed pod door, alone, with blaster in hand, and tear off into the room with the bittersweet stench of vengeance coursing through your veins… Tue, 16 Sep 2003 17:42:17 -0400