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Character name : Kerrigun ( lvl 29 )

Category : Gang Profiles / Player

Profession : Tailor ( lvl 76 )

Gang/Clan : SSM = Shell Shock Militia (Slice N Dice < Officer)

PVP Rank : Small Time (8074 points)

Story:

I joined the Shell Shock Militia after i was "poached" by my Militia leader itfailsagain.

My story and gang profile will completly be in the Militia style.

I was around lvl 21 when i first signed up with the Militia and i was very pleased i got  "selected" , to be an officer.

My Dear friends and my fellow Militia members helped and made me to what i am today,

A fearless coldblooded killer.

In this gang i learned the Values and the meaning of what it takes to be an  officer and above all a good friend.

My first ever good help came from "ChromeGhost" a good friend and also a fellow Militia member.

He tought me what i needed to use for skills,drugs,and his favorite making attachments.

You might think Attachments as a Tailor , No not making the attachments but learning to understand which is which and how to see what i can put on my well earned guns.

itfailsagain, also known as "the leader" of my clan and a well appreciated member within our Militia,

thought me what i needed to do within our militia and what was expected from me and what to do as an officer.

I needed to take my skills in this game to another lvl to not be a random [filtered] but to learn to appreciate people and have patience if they ask me for advice or whenever they are a little grumpy.

I was a newbie when Alannah and 2nd||None took me under their wings,

i didn't know what i needed to do and what the world of "CrimeCraft" had in store for me.

After a few weeks i progressed to a fairly decent player not good not bad but i knew what "CC" had for me and what it ment to be a Gang member.

To come to a close , sorry if my story isn't a very long one but still i hope u like it ,

i now want to thank people who helped me to what i am today.
 

My thanks and my Gratitude goes out to Alannah,2nd||None,ChromeGhost,Kalther,itfailsagain and many more. (sorry if your name isn't here)

U all made me to what i am , U all are and will stay great people in this game.

P.S JessMonster and Vannie will remain my girls forever (in game tho ;) )

Greetings ,

Kerrigun.

Character Name: LoCkStOcK

Category: Fan Fiction

Dawn

Searing pain assaulted my head as I slowly began to open my eyes. The morning's first rays of light had washed over my face, and with it came the relentless pressure from another night of empty glasses and empty promises. A bottle of Jack was still resting in my hand, which I tossed to the side with the others. I lived at a Tattoo shop in Downtown Sunrise City. It had been three weeks since I had arrived. Needless to say, I was broke, but at least I was alive.

Managing to sit up on the cot that I had unceremoniously passed out on, I put on the tattered green Osogo cargos that were laying at my feet. I then reached for the pale yellow henley that had landed on the lamp next to the cot. For some reason the city officials decided to take dye off the shelf.. so most of the residents like me, are stuck wearing horrid colors. If it was your first day here in Sunrise, you'd think you had ended up in Cali.

I had opened the shop with some help from a friend in the city guard named Mason. He got me work that the Guard could not get mixed up with. It was dangerous work with the city being run by gangs. Sadly, life had not changed much since the war.

Slowly, I got up with the room spinning. I cursed as I glanced over at the clock. I was already late for a meeting with Delphie. Stumbling over to the safe I kept in the closet, I pulled out some cash, a Wolf & Maus SG1, and various attachments. Grabbing my military bag from the closet, I loaded everything up. I locked up the safe and headed for the door.. but not before tripping over a stray bottle. Gaining my composure, I slung the bag over my shoulder and made it to the door. Today was not going to be a good day.

Last Edited on: Sep 03 2010 01:09 AM UTC (Feb 10 2012, 12:33am GMT)

Character Name: Hazzard

Gang: Shell Shock Militia

Category: Fan Fiction/News

Recent gang violence increased on the streets of Dowtown as more and more gangs are rising up against the Russian dominance in the area.  Russian gangs have, for quite a while now, held a monopoly in the trade sector and proven deadly in many skirmishes in and around the city.  The Red Army gang, in particular, has put fear in the hearts of the populace, with Rus Brigada and Russion Omon following close behind. There is talk of a major move against the Ruskis by the other top 5 gangs in the area.  If rumers are true, this city will have a lot of clean up to deal with by the end of this month.

Your Fellow Insider, Hazzard

It needs some editing, but I think it's pretty good. :)

Quote | LockStock posted on Sep 03 2010 04:06 AM UTC

Character Name: LoCkStOcK

Category: Fan Fiction

 

Dawn

Searing pain assaulted my head as I slowly began to open my eyes. The morning's first rays of light had washed over my face, and with it came the relentless pressure from another night of empty glasses and empty promises. A bottle of Jack was still resting in my hand, which I tossed to the side with the others. I lived at a Tattoo shop in Downtown Sunrise City. It had been three weeks since I had arrived. Needless to say, I was broke, but at least I was alive.

Managing to sit up on the cot that I had unceremoniously passed out on, I put on the tattered green Osogo cargos that were laying at my feet. I then reached for the pale yellow henley that had landed on the lamp next to the cot. For some reason the city officials decided to take dye off the shelf.. so most of the residents like me, are stuck wearing horrid colors. If it was your first day here in Sunrise, you'd think you had ended up in Cali.

I had opened the shop with some help from a friend in the city guard named Mason. He got me work that the Guard could not get mixed up with. It was dangerous work with the city being run by gangs. Sadly, life had not changed much since the war.

Slowly, I got up with the room spinning. I cursed as I glanced over at the clock. I was already late for a meeting with Delphie. Stumbling over to the safe I kept in the closet, I pulled out some cash, a Wolf & Maus SG1, and various attachments. Grabbing my military bag from the closet, I loaded everything up. I locked up the safe and headed for the door.. but not before tripping over a stray bottle. Gaining my composure, I slung the bag over my shoulder and made it to the door. Today was not going to be a good day.

WOW, nicely done bud.  I would read your books :)  That's pro level stuff right there.

Last Edited on: Sep 03 2010 01:15 AM UTC (Feb 10 2012, 12:33am GMT)

Awesome stuff folks!  And a big thank you to you Capo and to the folks at Crime Craft to opening the opportunity up to the streets of Sunrise City.  I know there have been a lot of community members that have been waiting for this day.

Concider this my official application to join the reporting ranks of The Sunrise Times.

Name: Oswald Gunther Knight
Street Name: OGNightHawk
Position Applying For: Fan Fiction/Freelance Reporter

                       THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN OG ON THE STREETS OF SUNRISE CITY
                                                                    PART I

     Those that know me, have known me for a long time.  Those that have known me longer, and those who know me deeper call me OG.  I grew up in Sunrise City, basking in the beauty that is Oceanside.  I had a good life as far as my opinion goes, sure there were rough bits, but what life doesn't have them.  I had an alcoholic father, but he saw who he was and put up the good fight to reform himself, and through it all, mom was the one to hold the family together.  When dad went clean it changed life for us.  He went from running a crappy little liquor store in Oceanside's southern district that was getting robbed at least twice a month to getting himself on with The Municipality in a nice gig as a correctional facility guard.  This moved us out of the south district of oceanside and into a nice little pad in what most would call the Rich part of town, and why not, Pops made good pay and was good at his job.  Well, as luck would have it, and as things usually go, when things get good, they always seem to go bad before they get better.

     Most of us who have been here all our lives couldn't exactly tell you when "The Black Bleedout" happened, or how long it took for the outside to become what it is now, but I can tell you how it all went down for me.  I was young then, and Pops had just come home with the news of his promotion.  Yup, it was no longer "Acting Captain" for a few days here and there.  Pops was now full fledged Head Correctional Officer.  As should be, we were elated!  This was a very proud day for our family.  For Pops to be clean for so long, was more than enough to garner praise from the community and now, his position garnered more respect than he, or we, thought possible.  He was really moving up.  Mom burst into tears.  I would find out later that these tears were not tears of joy.

     Mom had been to the doctor that day, but she did not tell me until about a week and a half later when she came forward that her and Pops would be gone for a week or so and they were relying on me to keep the fish the dog and the cat fed.  Mom had gone in for a routine check up for what she thought was a bruised rib, and thats when they found the lump.  The doctors immediately said it was important that she undergo some tests and they were sending her and Pops to Midtown.  The hospital there was a good one, I know, I was studying to work in the labs there and was already in good with some of the staff.  We drank beers on the weekends and passed stories back and forth.  They said they would put Pops up in Midtown Heights, a nice little hotel with a diner, lounge, and all the perks.  I agreed this was the best course of action and reassured them both that only the best in medical science were stationed in Midtown Center.

     Well they headed out, and kept in touch with any updates they could send me.  Mom was in pain, but Pops was by her side, and I never went anywhere without my cell.  They were gone a week and three days, and when they came back, the results were inconclusive.  They would need to send test specimens to Darghis Medical Science Center For Advanced Medical Research.  Darghis is a huge metropolis north of Sunrise and has had the biggest, and highest funded medical research center in the country.  We had little choice but to play the waiting game, and as you well know, in cases where medical research is involved, with the waiting game comes worry.

                                   The Delosville Dilemma

    The recent site of a brutal slaughter that left wounded and more dead, the famed Delosville Arena, is making headlines yet again.  The arena is used frequently to train Sunrise security forces, as well as by a slowly budding indie film industry.  Only weeks ago, it was reported that a couple of unnamed gangs decended on Delosville in a brash attempt to aquire some new undisclosed weapon technologies slated to be demonstrated to state officials visiting near mid month. However, due to the continuing investigation into the incident, the officials and Sunrise Security forces have had to postpone the demonstration until further notice.

     Last night, as rookie Billy Ray Tybring, who many of the community know as Big Red Target of Sunrises dedicated Special Tactics Security Force, known widely as The Regulators, was making his nightly rounds, an unkonwn number of assailants again entered the Delosville Arena.  Little is known as to why they may have been there this time as both the Municipality and Sunrise City Security have assured the community that the weapons have been moved to a new, undisclosed location that Head of Security, Captain Ballentine, also known as The Capo, is quoted as saying "are very, very heavily guarded".

     It is speculated that Tybring was alone for near 20 minutes as hell and carnage rained down around him as several known members of multiple known rival gangs again slaughterd one another.  In a statement given to us only minutes before press time, Tybring was quoted as saying;

      "I don't care what anyone says, those [filtered]s were hunting me, not each other.  That's the only reason I put those mines out, it was either that or run out of ammo."

     The only question we have left to answer, is where were the rest of the famed Regulators while this was all going on?  Farbeit from this reporter to judge, but come on guys, one rookie to defend a crime scene the size of a football staduim?

     At press time no other Regulators were available for comment, and witnesses say that both highly known gang members Avarice Syn and the man known simply as Cailin were both seen in the vicinity of Delos Arena just moments before the scheduled opening of the new RagingFangs Night Club in Downtown.  We can only hope that someone figures out what the gangs are after soon before the body count is beyond counting.

         THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN OG ON THE STREETS OF SUNRISE CITY
                                                      PART II

     Several weeks went by with no news, and the worry began to wear on us all.  It was rare any of us got a good nights sleep and for mom, the pain got worse.  Then, the call came.  It was cancer, and it was in the bone.  One of her ribs had formed a noticable "growth" and would have to be removed.  About a week later her and Pops were back into Midtown Center and mom was going under the knife.

     It was another week before mom was back and Pops was back to work at the Sunrise Correctional Facility.  Life we knew became somewhat normal again.  Mom was in some pain but we all looked at that as expected during the healing process, and though she was missing half of a rib, it was for the better.

     I got back to my studies, and we helped mom out as best we could, but instead of the pain lessening, it continued to get worse.  She spent all her time groggy and lucid from the mixture of painkillers and other meds they had her on, and the pain persisted.  The doctors scheduled her for another trip into Midtown Center and did some more poking and prodding.  Pops had missed alot of work already so he could not go in with her and with my studiues and my work there was no way I could go. It was during this trip into midtown that the first prison riot happened.

Stay tuned for part 3 in tomorrows publication.

OG

                                             TERROR IN THE HEART OF SUNRISE?

     It has been two days since the threats started rolling in directly to the desks of The Sunrise Times.  Today ladies and gentlemen, Respected Citizens of Sunrise City, the worst has happened.  At press time all attempts at communication to the inside of Sunrise City Correctional Facility have been met with a pre-recorded message answering;

"You should be scared."

     It pains and fears me to inform you that at the time of this print, there is absolutely no knowledge as to what is happening, or if anyone inside is hurt, or worse.  This is comming as a shock as only weeks ago when the calls started comming in with threats pointing to Sunrise City Correctional Facility, Douglas Avenue Labs, Midtown Center Memorial Hospital, and the well known Midtown Station all began receiving similar threats that "Something is coming.", that Captain Ballentine had issued a press release reassuring the city that they were to be working hand in hand with the municipality in order to "beef up security" in the affected areas.

     Captain Ballentine is unable to be reached at this time, andthere is no word as of yet if "The Regulators" will be involved in any attempts to seek information from the inside.

     All calls to The Municipalty have also garnered no response from Suzie, the secratary on duty at the time of print, and she reasures us that there has been no sign of threats or any out of the ordinary behavior in the Municipal Building.

     We will keep the presses hot to alert you of any new information we recieve. (We are still in negotiations to have some screen time  in the different districts of Sunrise for breaking news Ed.)

MS

                                                                 "HELL TO PAY"
  
   I come to you reporting from just one and one half kilometers outside of Sunrise City Correctional Facility, where only moments ago by order of The Municipality, a lone prisoner has been released on full bail into the custody of The Municipality. Citizens of Sunrise City, this reporter is absolutely aghast! At approximately 04:31 am, to the tune of a minor $30,000.00 bail posted by an unknown donor. An as of yet unidentified man arrived at the facility driven in what one witness described as "the blackest car I have ever seen, but it was so friggin Urkel!" as he gasped for air from laughter. Upon the cars arrival, three heavily armed men got out of the car "Gate Side", and the front doors of the prison the prison were opened. It was at this time, two more heavily armored men both armed with what could only be described with the quote;

"What the hell are those?"

Ladies and gentlemen, I have to admit I myself only got to see them at a distance, and for the size of those guns, they had no trouble moving them around, and that was proven when a much smaller set female "guard" got out of the copilot seat and "unhitched" one from just rear of the copilot window and manned the hood after a generous display of just how light the weapons are.

Escorted by another four guards carrying what some describe as "similar" to that of the cars guards, but in varying augmentations, Sunrise City's own Oswald Gunther Knight was led in none other than prison issue "Scrubs", to the guardhouses at the gates of S.C.C.F. Sunrise City Correctional Facility Chief Officer Walter Douglas Hawkings arrived on the scene only moments later via medivac chopper.

Brace yourselves readers, because what I am about to print is most shocking of all. It was at this moment that Myron Funt, a well known art, antique and antiquity aficionado got out of the vehicle and began "discussing" something with the three guards gate side of the car. OG was seen to light a cigarette as the C.O. motioned for the front gates to be opened, and began conversing with both the guards and OG. When the gates had finally opened to there limits, a verbal "All Clear", was given between both parties and all stood astonished as Mrs. Erlene Kristian Hawkings exited the vehicle with Captain Ballentine and was escorted by the Capo, Mr. Funt and the 3 gate side guards to speak with C.O. Hawkings, and Oswald.

Less than 3 minutes later, Oswald crushed out his cigarette, hugged Mrs Hawkings, and was escorted to the car by Mr. Funt. Mr and Mrs. Hawkings were escorted to the medivac chopper by the detail, while the gates closed. The car remained "fully armed" until the chopper was out of view and then, in what only could b described as the blink of an eye the car "disarmed" and departed. Capo, and C.O. Hawkings have re-entered the facility and with still no communication from within the prison itself, and a stunning turn of events as there was no prior news of Mr. Knight being inside the facility at all, let alone a prisoner.

Ladies and gentlemen, at the time of this print, I sit just as baffled as you. All remaining of the guard detail, aside from those manning the guard houses, all guards that arrived left, including the four that exited the facility to escort the prisoner. Those that escorted Mr. and Mrs. Hawkings to the copper, left with the chopper. This reporter is dictating via Cell phone, transcribed directly to press, and unfortunately I have run out of time. Suffice it to say, within the last few minutes I have received only a "text" stating;

"Press Conference to be announced."

Rest assured Sunrise, we here at The Sunrise Times will keep the community updated as these events unfold. I can only wonder as you, what could warrant so much secrecy that an entire correctional facility has been under complete lock-down with no communications for two full days, or as many in this reporters crowd have had to say;

"There's gonna be hell to pay at the Municipality building if we don't find out now why the f**k our husbands aint been home in two days after hearing something like that!(threats to Sunrise City Correctional Facility, Midtown Center Memorial, and Midtown Station)"

MS

**MS is currently on location, Transcriptions relayed by CB.

Last Edited on: Sep 09 2010 04:38 AM UTC (Feb 10 2012, 12:33am GMT)

Name: Kevin Greeno

Character/Street Name: BaneKane

Gang Affiliation: SRS

Category: Fan Fiction/News

Title: Up for grabs

It was early morning and guns could be heard from the other side of the wall. I had made my way to get my stuff to join in on some action. As I looked over my weapons I made sure I was ready for anything. I placed my R-Sys Leopard Sigma3 on my hip. Strapped my Black Sea Lapetus Yx-3 over my right shoulder, and my Oslo Ares LR80 to my left shoulder. I bagged up at least 50lbs of C4 and new i was ready to scratch out a living again today. As I snuck through the wall I found myself in a port. There was Trains and Boats hardly ever used. I decided I would go and seek supplies today. As I walked on I seen gangsters from allover Sunrise City out seeking out a living as well. Some of them I knew others was fresh faces. I decided to see what I cold get, but be fore I had a chance something whizzed by me. It was a Bullet. i quickly took cover snatched a C4 and threw it over to to the hostiles in front of me. I pressed the trigger to hear the boom and see body parts flying. No screams just a pissed off Aggressor firing an Assault rifle. I fired my Oslo and took out his head. I went up to the carnage and found their reason of aggression. A bag of supplies was laying about 5 feet from them.  I decided to grab it up. Soon more shots fired at me this time it was a shot gun. "Crap!" I thought to myself.  "Where did he come from." I said under my breath. I had thought i killed them all off. I used my Sigma3 to tear into him. As he fell i saw he had some medicines so i used them to heal myself from the small wound to my leg. I pressed forward into the port only to have a rocket whiz by. This time I was ready. I used my Black Sea to shoot the rocket holding man into his chest a few times. As the man fell I saw more hostiles approach. I launched another C4 amidst them and pressed the detonator. The explosion caught the hostiles of guard as it shredded them to pieces. I moved on and found 2 more crates. I saw that this area was full of stuff. So after 7 minutes I decided to head back to the city and see what I had got some things might be valuable. After seeing what I get. I decided I better share the value of these crates with my Gang. And I will continue to look for containers like this. because out there could be something truly worth allot of green. And in Sunrise City its every man or Gang for themselves after all...

To be continued in the next issue of the Sunrise Daily.

Edited for grammar

Last Edited on: Sep 03 2010 12:30 PM UTC (Feb 10 2012, 12:33am GMT)

Quote | xnighthawkx posted on Sep 02 2010 08:26 PM UTC

Awesome stuff folks!  And a big thank you to you Capo and to the folks at Crime Craft to opening the opportunity up to the streets of Sunrise City.  I know there have been a lot of community members that have been waiting for this day.

Concider this my official application to join the reporting ranks of The Sunrise Times.

Name: Oswald Gunther Knight
Street Name: OGNightHawk
Position Applying For: Fan Fiction/Freelance Reporter

                            THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN OG ON THE STREETS OF SUNRISE CITY
                                                                    PART I

     Those that know me, have known me for a long time.  Those that have known me longer, and those who know me deeper call me OG.  I grew up in Sunrise City, basking in the beauty that is Oceanside.  I had a good life as far as my opinion goes, sure there were rough bits, but what life doesn't have them.  I had an alcoholic father, but he saw who he was and put up the good fight to reform himself, and through it all, mom was the one to hold the family together.  When dad went clean it changed life for us.  He went from running a crappy little liquor store in Oceanside's southern district that was getting robbed at least twice a month to getting himself on with The Municipality in a nice gig as a correctional facility guard.  This moved us out of the south district of oceanside and into a nice little pad in what most would call the Rich part of town, and why not, Pops made good pay and was good at his job.  Well, as luck would have it, and as things usually go, when things get good, they always seem to go bad before they get better.

     Most of us who have been here all our lives couldn't exactly tell you when "The Black Bleedout" happened, or how long it took for the outside to become what it is now, but I can tell you how it all went down for me.  I was young then, and Pops had just come home with the news of his promotion.  Yup, it was no longer "Acting Captain" for a few days here and there.  Pops was now full fledged Head Correctional Officer.  As should be, we were elated!  This was a very proud day for our family.  For Pops to be clean for so long, was more than enough to garner praise from the community and now, his position garnered more respect than he, or we, thought possible.  He was really moving up.  Mom burst into tears.  I would find out later that these tears were not tears of joy.

     Mom had been to the doctor that day, but she did not tell me until about a week and a half later when she came forward that her and Pops would be gone for a week or so and they were relying on me to keep the fish the dog and the cat fed.  Mom had gone in for a routine check up for what she thought was a bruised rib, and thats when they found the lump.  The doctors immediately said it was important that she undergo some tests and they were sending her and Pops to Midtown.  The hospital there was a good one, I know, I was studying to work in the labs there and was already in good with some of the staff.  We drank beers on the weekends and passed stories back and forth.  They said they would put Pops up in Midtown Heights, a nice little hotel with a diner, lounge, and all the perks.  I agreed this was the best course of action and reassured them both that only the best in medical science were stationed in Midtown Center.

     Well they headed out, and kept in touch with any updates they could send me.  Mom was in pain, but Pops was by her side, and I never went anywhere without my cell.  They were gone a week and three days, and when they came back, the results were inconclusive.  They would need to send test specimens to Darghis Medical Science Center For Advanced Medical Research.  Darghis is a huge metropolis north of Sunrise and has had the biggest, and highest funded medical research center in the country.  We had little choice but to play the waiting game, and as you well know, in cases where medical research is involved, with the waiting game comes worry.

                                     Part 2 will be added tomorrow

OG

This is REAL OG stuff right thurrr ... OGNightHAwk good stuff man :) i voted for ya mate *thumbs up*

ALL VOTE FOR OGNightHawk ....:)

Character name: Kare

Profession: Tailor (Level 16)

Category: Fan fiction

I was sitting there on my couch in my low rent apartment and looking at the little wad of money I had just earned from completing a job involving killing a few Rogues that were trying to blow up a part of the big wall that is protecting Sunrise City from the mad people that live outside these walls, my body was showing signs of fatigue and I also had a large bandage covering most of my chest, I gave off a grunt of pain as I adjusted myself. "Damn Rogues. I don't know how the hell they got their hands on those rocket launchers, but I guess it is one of those things we will never know....." I thought to myself as I slowly and carefully got up from the couch and looked out a window that was overlooking the Midtown area. I just shaked my head and sighed. "I thought this city would be a great place to live in, but instead I keep finding myself locked in battles between those that live in the city and the Rogues. Doesn't help either that there are gangs that constantly pick a fight with each other. God only knows how many lives are being lost in Sunrise City....." But then my mobile phone started ringing and I roll my eyes. "Another day, another job....." I thought to myself and picked the phone up out of my pants right pocket. "This is Kare speaking." I answered, the man I was speaking to was talking in a panicked way. "Thank god I finally managed to reach you!" I gave off a grunt of displeasure. "Cut the crap and get to the point. I have just gotten back from a mission and barely had time to sit down and rest before you called...." I said with annoyence in my voice. "I'm terribly sorry, Kare, but there has been reports coming in of that the Rogues are planning on capturing a shipment of medical equipment and Sunrise City's hospitals are in short supply of those. If they manage to capture that shipment, then people will die!" The man on the phone said while trying to remain calm, but just barely. "Alright, alright, alright! I'll get right on it! But after this I will be taking a break from jobs to rest, got it?" I yelled at the man with anger. "Thank you, Kare!" The man simply said and then hanged up. My face was one of great anger, but you'd be really mad too if you had just gotten back from a job that nearly costed your life and you are thrown into another one. I got up and put on my cowboy hat and grabbed my pistol, assault rifle and light machine gun and went out the front door and slammed the door and locked it. "Another day, another mission, as always........."

Quote | Bananaz posted on Sep 03 2010 06:33 AM UTC

This is REAL OG stuff right thurrr ... OGNightHAwk good stuff man :) i voted for ya mate *thumbs up*

 

ALL VOTE FOR OGNightHawk ....:)

Thanks Bananaz

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Last Edited on: Sep 04 2010 04:13 AM UTC (Feb 10 2012, 12:33am GMT)