for those of you who dont know i started a story about jjwells in the make up a story thread and decided to make a full story out of it chapter one is finished and is below and the other posts will be added enjoy


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.....IN A WORLD SURROUND BY DARKNESS AND ON THE BRINK OF DESTRUCTION THERE IS ONLY ONE MAN WHO CAN SAVE US ALL......(cue awesome action music...DA NUH DANUH) AND HIS NAME IS JAKE. An ordinary guy who like americas favorite past time and loved hanging out with his friend was about to go on a life changing journey that would shape the face of humanity forever.

Chapter 1
sitting in study hall was by far one of the most enjoyable things i could do at college, it was always so entertaining. but for some reason on that day. that one day back in january i knew that something was amiss. the day started out like any other boring and occasionally pissing me off because of stupid freshman but i knew that after school my friends and i were going to a party. it was going to be awesome because i was going to wear my favorite red lucky number 14 shirt to this place in hope of "getting lucky". hahah i love inner monologue puns. anyways the day started out fine but right when i walked into study hall something seemed amiss everyone was in mixed emotions and staring at the tv. when i finally asked what was wrong i was hit back the a reply of "russia has finally grown some balls man. the went full out nuclear war on us we've just entered world war 3"....i was stunned i never thought it would be china i had always bet the russians would do it but i was wrong. after the news cast and emergancy broadcast came on from the president osama telling us to evacuate to safe house and asking any and all young men and women to join the ranks of the military. i said to myself "oh hell yea im getting back at those russians for letting loose the wildboars into alaska". later that day i went down to the recruitment office and i was instantly put through the system and was on my way to basic for the marine corps. i was so proud of myself that i actually squeeled with joy. after a couple month of training i was a lean mean russian killing machine and i was ready for action.


Chapter 2

As i was riding the bus home from boot camp on paris island i decided to reflect on my life since i had nothing better to do. i started to think of how much i had changed from my childhood to my highschool career to starting college to joining the military. as i pondered all of these things i realized that i had no regrets with my life, in truth my life was so ordinary that it was almost boring, i couldnt stand it but then i realized that even though my life is about me i spent most of it trying to help other people be happy. I then proceeded to think of all the peoples lives ive changed. i thought to myself "ive been gone for 3 months do any of these people care about me the way i have for them?". it was right about then that i arrived at home after the long arduous 8 hour drive home. I entered the house expecting a massive greeting from everyone, but instead i recieved the complete polar opposite. in fact there wasnt a single soul in the house. As i searched through the house for any clues to where everyone had gone i had found nothing but it had made me extremely thirsty. I went to the fridge and there it was a 30pack of the crappiest beer on the planet, keystone light, but the odd thing was there was an envelope attached to it addressed to me. when i opened the envelope there was a note inside and a joint as i read the note i found out it was from my best friend Ian "the guru" Mcfunk. Guru had been my fathers best friend since they were kids and after dad had passed he had sorta stepped in as a father figure and also became my best friend in the process. anyways while reading the note it had told me that everyone was waiting for me down at his pub downtown and also that he had left me a little present in the garage. I went out into the garage and saw what he had gotten for me it was the most beautiful looking ducati streetfighter i had ever seen. on the bike was a note from guru that said "your father had bought this in secret for you and had me keep it at my house i hope you enjoy". With that i rushed inside to grab my sunglasses and my lighter, rushed back outside lit up the join, fired up that monster of a bike, and sped off toward gurus irish pub. Upon arriving at the pub guru was waiting for me outside cigars lit up and beers in hand. He said to me in his incredibly thick irish accent "after this little shindig we are going back to my house for a talk and theres something i need to show you". when i asked him what it was he said he would just explain later. Confused i just accepted it and went inside where i was greeted with a storm of laughter and the strong smell of alcohol. suddenly everyone was surrounding me to ask questions give thanks, and other random generic things you would say to a fresh marine. Oddly enough i was even given a few phone numbers from some of the most gorgous girls i had never seen. I asked guru who they were since he knew everyone that was coming to the party and he responded "oh them those were just some random girls that came in cause i didnt invite them". after a few hours of drinking and talking with friends and family things finally died down and everyone left. When the final patron had left the bar in a cab guru yelled to me "alright onward to my house for a couple joints and some more drinking". the downside to that is i was two tired to drive anywhere, but the good news was guru actually lived in in the upstairs part of his bar which turned into a penthouse like apartment which he built himself. We started to make our way upstairs and started to notice all the art hanging on the walls. when i asked guru about it he said my father had either drawn or painted all of them. i was stunned i never thought my father had that type of capabilities. Once inside guru told me to have a seat on the couch he then left to go grab something in the other room. when he returned he had two massive blunts one in each hand and a bottle of rum, and a small box. after lighting up the blunts, turning on the radio, and having a few shots, he finally pulled out that old small box and said "here your father also left you this". when i opened it all that was inside was another note and a key. the note had said under the overpass downtown i have a storage container filled with my closest possesions they are all yours now". It was after that point that the radio started flashing an emergancy news bulletin. It had stated that the russians had stopped sending missiles onto certain cities but instead were invading the west coast and china and germany were invading on the east coast, cuba was coming up through mexico, and that because of all this the government had buckled under the pressure and the us was entering a state of anarchy. the news flash finally ended with the statement of all hell is breaking loose and noone knows who is behind orchestrating this attack....... At that point guru and i looked at each other and said "we are so f*cked"


Chapter 3
Little did i know that that night would be the last night Guru and i would sleep peacefully. That however only came with the help of heavy drinking and smoking but anyways that story is for another time. When we woke up the next morning guru and i decided to go down to this mysteryous storage container that father had left me. One thing that surprised me when we were leaving was that guru was actually taking out his harley which he has done since before i was born. He started that old ass s.o.b. and damn if it didnt have to sweetest purr to it. it sounded like a brand new bike. Guru said "Despit the fact i havn't been riding her i still keep her in tip top conditions just in case i ever felt like going on a ride and i think that this would be a good a time as ever to ride i might not get the chance again." With that we left onwards to the overpass. After about 20 minutes of riding which in truth seemed like forever we arrived. We slowly approached the storage container like it was someone with dysentary, since it literaly looked like it was covered in bloody shit. As we approached the door and unlocked it, guru stopped me and said "whatever is in that fuckin container is going to change our lives, so with that said is there anything you need to do before we enter?" I shook my head no and we entered. When we walked in we couldnt see anything, i told guru to try and find a light switch or something but there were none. I finally felt something drag across my shoulder and it was a pullstring. There was something odd about it though. Guru stumbled over with a joint already lit up but got the lighter to close to the string all of the sudden it burst into flames and started to sprawl across the ceiling until finally it went into a box. All of the suddent we heard a loud crash and the floor drops out from underneath us. Luckily the drop was only a few feet but yet we landed on a staircase. After the sketchy ass drop we started our way down the stairs it opened up into an underground fortress almost. We started to explore and found a full kitchen facility and from behind me i here guru exclaim "This kitchen is BITCHIN'!". All i could do was laugh as we continued our exploration we found about 9 bedrooms, all with their own bathrooms, guru then said"i wanna take a different stripper into everyone one of these rooms...." . My dad must have known guru was going to come with me because on one of the bedroom doors it said "guru's room" We went inside and there was a queen size bed a baby grand piano, a set of bongos, a couple guitars a bass guitar, some ukuleles, a banjo, a dj setup, and a recording booth. Guru then said to me " Dude all i need in here is a clap on disco ball and the walls to spread apart revealing a bunch of weed and a few bongs and enough joint papers to last until rapture". I told him to clap just to see and low and behold a disco ball turns on, we get rick rolled, and the walls split apart. "Dad thought of everything" I said. we also found an underground greenhouse, again witht he smart-ass comment from guru "damn im growing my own irish green, and my own tobacco, and hops and barley, and food for that matter. i can't wait.". We continued to look around we found a living room type area, a locked door and finally a control room. As we entered the control room i saw another f***cking note with my name on it. I opened it up and started to read it was a note from my dad explaining this place. It read "Dear son once you've read this note it will have been to late i want you to press the big blue button on the wall and all will be explained. I proceeded to do so and when i did the power for the whole facility came to life and so did all of the screens in the control room. When we looked up it there was a video of my dad, it told us that this was a safe house for our future lives that dad knew that this was all coming and that he knew who was behind it but yet he said we had to figure it out for ourselves. he also said that we would need to get the crew together as he put it. The video included a list of about 9 people who were all specialists in some type of field. he said we would need to put together this crew inorder to restore balance to the world and bring order to the US. We opened up each file of each person one by one. The first was a techinical genius as his file put it he could do everything from building a super computer out of a pizza box a can or hairspray and a osdering iron to programming the clock on a VCR, his code name was glitch, after finding a major glitch in the US defense system and exploiting it his been on the run ever since. His real name however is Jon Reremy. Next actually came in a pair a married couple by the names of Alec and Shondelay Reep, they werent the perfect assassins. But they got the job done they reminded me of the 3 german brothers from smokin aces except they were a married couple alec wore a kilt had a multicolored mohawk and a blonde beard which he had viking braided, and then Shandelay was virtually the same minus the beard and a pair of DD boobs. Their speciality was causing distractions i.e. they go in guns blazing killing as many as possible while the rest slip in the back door. Then there was Dylan and Aaron Dyer, otherwise known as Daisy and Snuggles. They were a marine scout sniper pair, best in the military, until they were dishonerably discharged for toking before going on an assignment to take out bin laden. After that was Feathers, her real name wasn't in the file but damn practically everything else was 5'9", red hair, green eyes, great body, gorgous face, 100% percent irish, and 100% hand to hand killing machine. Her file said that she was a free running assassin by trade. Never been caught and never missed her target. The file also said that she preferred to use spring loaded poison tipped darts that shot out of a mechanism on her arms and she always carried at least 20 different throwing knives on her, and a curved feather blade for hand to hand. As soon as guru saw her i knew he was drooling. "i want some of that to take home" he said. Next there was Tyrone biggest baddest black man on the planet. 7'5" 300 pounds of solid muscle. His file said that he was the worlds greatest driver when it came to illegal merchandise also the most expensive but he could do things in a car that defy all laws of physics and then explain to you how he did it. His mind was a super computer when it came to physics, aerodynamics, piloting and driving. He was our wheelman. Finally there was Roku, a 72 year old 4'11" chinese man, who is said to be the Leonardo Da Vinci of explosives, and medicine. This man could whip you up a salve that could heal broken limbs in a few days but when put into a compact space that same salve could level out 3 square city blocks without leaving a trace of evidence. After reviewing the files for few hours, Guru and I decided to pregame, with Guru's last two joints that were filled with the last of his supplies from Ireland. After that we called up the each one of the crew. Everyone one of their files had a code word in it that was unique to each file. When we called them, all we had to do was say the code word and they would say how long it would take them to get there. The longest time being 3 hours, guru and I decided to start cooking dinner and getting cigars for everyone, because when they got there we were all going to have one last night of partying and then we wouldnt know when the next time we would get to relax and do it again.