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| 06 Jun 2013 08:38 PM |
Just my story entry. Enjoy! --------------------------------------------------
It's been eighteen days. Eighteen days of this pointless game, this unending stalemate. Days of destruction and competition. Days of victory and defeat. I lost my squad, and I cannot sit here idly by anymore, today, the standoff ends. And I avenge my fallen friends.
It was day. The afternoon sun gave a feeling of warmth and hope as it always has, but that quickly fleeted as RAT's damned helicopters flew overhead. They were more than likely doing their usual sweep of the borders.
It had begun again. You could always hear the destruction. These beings trying to kill each other. They fight anywhere, and anytime including amongst civilians - their own people. Stamping my foot down, I think, "Not anymore. Not today. This stalemate ends, today,". Looking to my right, I recognize a small munitions building, eyes wide with hope of a weapon to use after my W17 had long since used up it's batteries.
Rummaging through the rubble of the unfortunately ravaged building, my eyes catch glimpse of a safe. I jam the butt of my gun into the crack, and surprisingly, it snaps itself open. Grinning, I snatch the rifle stashed in the safe and slam the heavy door shut as I make towards the streets to find the others. It's no different from when I defended this outpost years ago. You can always find the fight, just run towards the fleeing civilians.
People were shoving and trampling one another as I made my way north along the streets. I could see smoke rising just about ten yards away. My heart began to race as I ran towards it hoping I could make it in time, hoping I could find this squad and get them to medical attention.
"Move out of the way!" I yelled as I sprinted along the street. I was getting closer, the gunshots were louder. I could see clouds of dust that must have been created by smashed debris from the fight. The mob of non-combatants were thinning out as the last of those nearest the fight made their way past me.
Suddenly I stop, almost falling over myself as I spot them.
I watch in despair as 3 RAT bend my teammate down, and quickly shoot him in the back of the head. Just as well, 4 or 5 of my teammates were lying on the floor, that same hole in the back of the head. What possessed me to do next, I wasn't sure, but I was filled with rage at the loss of fellow WIJians.
"Stop right there, you savages!" I order as I raise my rifle.
They all snap their heads in my direction at once. I quickly calculate their hostility as they recognize my presence, and begin firing. The first shot whizzed through the air and into the shooter's head, dropping him to the floor. The two become alarmed, and instantly spray in my direction. Bullets whizz past my body as I cling to the wall I used for cover, looking for an opportunity to fire back. The spraying stopped, and I peek around the corner for a split-second, to get a location on them. One spews something in Frostarian, into a raido, and he sounded distressed. I fire a potshot in his general direction, striking him in the leg. His friend instantly drops down to aid him. "Here goes nothing," I think. Rushing out from my safe haven of wall, I go to down, spraying as much as I can in this conscript's direction. After about 6 slugs, he falls down for good.
I thank to high heaven that no one showed up from that one raido call. Walking up to the injured one, I have myself a resounding victory grin, and he stares me dead in the face.
"You won't win, you know. The Frostarian people don't give in, and you've been wary, we've seen it from patrols. Devastation, un-confidence. You're all pathetic, all of you the same." he stops to cough, then continues: "I enjoyed killing your teammates, every last moment, savored. Some of them pleaded, some accepting their fate. Why won't you just accept your fate, your un-conditional defeat?" I kept staring this man down, the rifle barrel pointed at his chest. He went on. "We didn't have a problem killing thousands of you. And you? Hah, well. You're no different."
I'm sure he felt pretty confident after a rifle bullet penetrated his chest, and wasn't so cocky afterwards. I rummaged through the uniform, in hopes of supplies, or some piece of information that may have been useful, but to no avail. The only thing that was scavenged was the walkie-talkie that seemed to be communicating with... someone. I paid it no mind, and trudged ahead. After turning the bend, I see two WIJians tied and gagged, rather messily to a tree. Both delighted to be untied, they gave me their names.
"Hi, I'm Corporal Musubi." "Trooper Pyle."
Musubi had a rather olive complexion, with black hair and hazelnut eyes. Looking around in bewilderment, he felt powerless without some form of a weapon. Pyle, a blonde haired fellow who stared at me with green eyes, reflected this sentiment, and quickly asked if I had any guns.
"I've got this Y14, and W17, but they ran out of battery long ago-" Pyle interrupted me and said that both of them had an extra battery pack lying in their front shirt pockets. I was happy to give each of them a traditional, standard WIJian weapon.
"Have you heard news from any of the others? I haven't seen a squad other than this one for miles," I inquired. Musubi responded with a rather unsatisfying "No".
"Then let's make a plan. Anyone know where we are?" Both shook their heads.
"Right, then..." I thought for a moment. The island wasn't too big, but it was constantly under bombardment of a sort. Gunshots and explosions in the distance didn't help my concentration. Then, an idea popped in my head! "I've got it! Let's climb around the more mountainous areas, see if we can't get a overview of the island." The two beamed, and quickly packed up what they had, and made out for the nearest rock slope. ----------------------------- End of Part 1.
Possible Part 2? Maybe!
-Irish, quality without compromise- |
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| 06 Jun 2013 08:41 PM |
bumpity
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| 06 Jun 2013 08:46 PM |
AND THEN THE DEAD PEOPLE RESPAWN
But, in all seriousness this is really good.
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| 06 Jun 2013 10:13 PM |
Where am I in this? =P
Good job so far, there needs to be a part two. c: |
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Bum20
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| 07 Jun 2013 05:48 AM |
im not in either group so put me in |
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zac4545
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| 07 Jun 2013 05:55 AM |
| put raa in as allies of wij :) |
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| 07 Jun 2013 01:34 PM |
Gunna work on Part 2 about now
bumping for those who haven't read
adios
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| 07 Jun 2013 05:38 PM |
| Add in a part where I'm in a ship that explodes. Then you use my severed head as a weapon. |
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| 07 Jun 2013 05:41 PM |
| Nice job, Irish. I like it. |
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agent14cp
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Boserio
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| 07 Jun 2013 06:38 PM |
| Lol'd at "damned helicopters". |
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| 07 Jun 2013 07:03 PM |
let's bump this bad boy
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