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Apr 2, 2005 12:57:10 GMT -5
Post by Winston on Apr 2, 2005 12:57:10 GMT -5
He sat there at his computer desk. Or at least that's what he called it. It was actually a built in entertainment center, but the TV didn't fit. That and it was a floor model. So there went the computer. It was kind of a nice fit, except the tree stump stool which was as uncomfortable as could be. Other than that, nice.
Finally getting up from the desk, he took a sip of iced tea and walked to his room. He was pretty tall, short dark hair, and thick rimmed glasses. He walked with long strides until he came to the door. He merely pushed it open and walked in. He sat down on the dining room chair that he had set up in there and turned on the x-box. He put the headset on and began to play...no, he began to live.
I crept up the ramp that led to the roof of the base. Now, when I say crept, I mean I crept about as well as anyone with half a ton of armor carrying a machine gun and a pistol can.
Anyway, I crept up the ramp. When I got to the roof I stood up a moment, peering at the majesty of what surrounded me. Sunlight shone over every inch of the immense field while cliffs and mountains blocked us in.
On either end of the enclosed valley was a base. Both were the same, both had three levels. A basement level that acted as a hanger for the single pilot alien ship called the Banshee. Also there was a gravity lift to launch you up to the middle level. This level acted as a holding area for a flag, a place to plant a bomb, or even just a place for team members to wait out an enemy attack, and on the opposite side of the lift was a hole to get right back down to the basement. Then there was a roof. On the front side was a teleport that sent you about half way down the field and a turret gun. But most importantly was the middle. What was important about it was that there was none.
I threw a grenade or two through the hole in the roof, to either make sure that the area was clear, or that I broke a couple people's shields before I jumped in. And when I did, I found that I had done exactly what I wanted. I spun around, feeling the gunshots on my back and unloaded a pistol shot right into his head, killing him instantly. I turned around again and dropped half a clip of SMG bullets into another guy's chest, killing him. Then I grabbed the flag that was right where I stood and jumped down the hole in front of me.
"Somebody bring me a ride, NOW!" I yelled into my communicator. Just then I heard the whir of a warthog driving to the back of the base. I ran out as fast as I could and hopped into the passenger seat of the warthog. Now, if you've never seen a warthog...well, then you're lucky. They're not exactly the best things to drive around. It was basically a four wheeler jeep with four wheel steering. There was two seats, driver and passenger, and a turret on the back so that you could make sure people weren't following you. But when I say they weren't the best, I mean it. Those puppies are hard as hell to steer. About halfway down the field we hit a hill that sent us flying, tumbling, and landed our ride upside down. I decided that it was too much hassle and I ran for it.
This was no hundred meter dash, oh no, this was a long run. I was jumping just to get that extra bit of speed. When I hit the front door of my base I saw something on my radar. It was just a moment, but I saw it. I crept inside and turned the corner just a bit. There I saw a guy standing there with a shotgun. I thought to myself, "now, either I can run the opposite direction and just score, or I can run in and..."
That's when I spun around the corner, ran right at him and smacked him in the face with the flag staff, rendering him unconscious...or dead, quite frankly I don't know. I ran over to the center of the base and...
"WINSTON!"
I scored, by the way.
"WINSTON!" his stepmom yelled from the living room. "Dinner!"
"I'm coming!" He turned off his game and went to eat.
What was for dinner? Trust me, you don't want to know.
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Apr 11, 2005 20:56:25 GMT -5
Post by Winston on Apr 11, 2005 20:56:25 GMT -5
I took a look around. The place was pretty bland, although it did look kind of lovely in the bright spring sun. It looked like it could have been a mall. One side had two escalators, each about a third of the way along the wall, and the other side had stairs which encased a lobby of sorts, or possibly an exit. All of these led to a balcony walk way that circled the entire rectangular building. The ground floor had tables, chairs, benches, boxes, and other various objects littering the area. The most distinctive thing, however, other than the faint dustiness of it all, was the giant tree protruding from the center, grown all the way out of the open roof.
I touched the ball of charged and condensed dust particles and felt the power of it surge through me. Although I lost my memory to this 'phantom dust', I gained something in return, psychic powers. I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but I can't remember anything, so I honestly can't say otherwise.
I ran along the walk way and down the escalator. To my right was Edgar. He was tall, dark curly haired, and wore black. On the opposite side of the room was Freia and Know. Freia, with white, short hair and red glasses, and Know, sporting a monicle and greyish hair, were in the midst of battle, so I decided to go over to Edgar.
I ran over to the side of the escalator nearest to me, also the opposite side he was on, and jumped. With the aid of my psychic abilities I flew thirty feet in the air and came down, slipping right between the space where the escalator and the walkway are and landed right in front of him, crouching tiger style. Beneath me the ground crumbled as pieces of debris came out from under me. A crater was left where I stood as I leapt towards Edgar. I spun in mid air, a blade of air extending from my hand, and wisps of wind flowing from its path. The blade hit Edgar and sent him backward, hard. He hit the far wall and dropped down on his face, leaving cracks and indents where he had hit on both the wall and the floor.
I spun around just quick enough to see it coming. A small, but powerful ball of energy coming at me like a bright yellow comet. I waved my hand and an invisible force redirected the blast to a less painful target. I threw my other hand towards Know, apparently he had defeated Freia, and a ball of fire, like the sun itself, gathered in my hand. I launched it at him with force. It flew towards him, lifting up to the walkway where he had destroyed part of it in order to aim at me. He raised a barrier, but right behind that was a glowing blue ball of ki coming at him. It hit him in the chest and he flew backward. He landed on the walkway, but unfortunately the structure didn't last and it broke under him, taking him down with it, and landing on top of him as well.
"Well, you almost got me there Ky," he said into his headset. The battlers had exited the map and made it to the lobby, where each of them could chat.
"Yeah, good game."
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Alive
May 1, 2005 11:23:10 GMT -5
Post by Winston on May 1, 2005 11:23:10 GMT -5
You ever meet a woman that you just couldn’t say no to? Yeah, well that’s what she was like. About 5'7", dark haired, Spanish, and a body to die for. I know, I know, I should have been attending that banquet in my honor, but how could I resist a quick romp with this lovely lady?
I exited the bathroom after having removed my tuxedo. “I hope you don’t mind if I leave my socks on,” I said as I came into the bedroom. “Maria?” She was no where to be found. I checked my jacket and sure enough, it was gone. The plans for the new fuel injection system that Doc was working on.
“She must have been working for the Red Skulls,” I thought. They were the rival gang of the Fortune Hunters, of whom I belong. We did the Robin hood thing, stole from the rich, gave to the poor. The Skulls, however, just plain stole, and not just from the rich, from anyone who had something they wanted. Their leader, Kahn, used to be a friend of mine. Needless to say, that isn’t true anymore.
I should have expected this from her, though. This was a time of crimson skies. With the combined weight of the Great Depression and prohibition causing civil unrest, the world took to the skies. Now gangs of pilots rule the country as it breaks up under them.
I ran to the banquet and grabbed Betty, my blonde and beautiful sidekick. We headed for our Zep and took off after her.
“She couldn’t have gotten far,” Betty said to me through our radios. She had an obvious Brooklyn accent.
Chicago was far more beautiful in the air than it was on the ground. With buildings that reached higher than even I could fly, it was definitely a sight. The sun began to set, and the lights of the city began to sparkle as the sky became a perfect mixture of red, orange, and blue. Betty and I flew in our dogfighters alongside the great Zeppelin that Big John piloted.
In the distance you could see Maria’s plane. But, as we drew near, so did a band of Red Skull Zeps. Giant red blimps that packed a whole lot of punch. Immediately turret fire began to rain on us and we went into evasive maneuvers. Rolling and dodging bullets, we attacked the Zeppelins.
I took my Devastator alongside one of the big red contraptions. The Devastator was designed by Hughes Aviation in 1932. The propellor is on the back of the plane and it sports an x-winged style with machine guns on each wing. The elevators are in the front, with the rudders located under the wings to help make better turns.
It was here that the Devastator earned its name. I fired alongside the Zep and drew my fire to a few of the many engines that were attached to the hull. Taking out some of them brought the ship down. Looking across in my window as the ship lowered past, I saw another one being dropped, and Betty’s plane rising triumphantly. “Good job Brooklyn,” I told her.
Out of the falling Zeps, though, came multiple fighter planes, Brigands. They were basic planes, propeller in the front, two wings, the usual. What was unusual about these was that there was a turret in the back, to be controlled by a passenger, making chasing them a bit tougher.
The sight of Betty and I battling these pilots was something else. Planes flying to and fro, bullets whizzing by, and occasional explosions from another Brigand going down.
Big John had the turrets on the Zep going, taking out some planes of his own. And after some time, we took care of the Red Skulls, but not without a price. Maria had escaped, and with her, the plans to an engine that could give the wrong people the upper hand in this war over the skies.
It was then that the phone rang. A song from Final Fantasy X-2 played, and he picked it up.
“Hey hunny. No, I’m turning it off now."
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May 25, 2005 9:57:42 GMT -5
Post by Winston on May 25, 2005 9:57:42 GMT -5
So there I was, facing down the biggest Mal...
"NO!" the room said in unison.
"What?" he replied. "It pertained to the.."
"Just, no," said one of the guys. He was kind of short, stout, wore glasses, had dark hair and was horribly shaven.
Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted. I was fighting, along with two fellow journeymen, the biggest Malboro you ever did...see-saw.
The group glared at him with fury.
"Ok, ok, I wont do it, sheesh."
We fought in the innermost clearing of the Mushroom Forest. Under our feet was harshly worn grass, and around us were towering mushrooms of various orange, red, and white colors. In front of us, however, was a giant Malboro. It was a large, round monster, and if it weren't dozens of eyes projecting from top side of his rotund body, you wouldn't have known where his head began and his body ended.
In my hand was what we called the Chalice, a spheric glass encased in a stone base so it could be set down or, in this case, carried. Inside was two drops of myrrh, the legendary liquid which kept the crystal inside resonating a strange force field which kept the deadly miasma away.
In my other hand? A giant fucking hammer.
I brought the chalice as close to the Malboro as possible while still leaving my friends inside the field. I dropped the thing and ran for the beast. My hand burst into flames as I flung it towards him, releasing a fire spell aimed at his ugly face. When I got to him, I proceeded to..well.. hammer on him, unleashing three hit combos as fast as I could.
To my right was two of my colleagues. One, a Clavat named Raphen, was also whaling on him. He was average heigh with, blond hair that looked like it was in a cowlick. He wore plain clothing, loose for comfort, with puffy pants and tights below them. Most notably, however, was the small shield on his left hand with the symbol of his Clavat tribe on it. Not to mention the bad ass sword that could rip your throat out. Using his focus attack he leapt halfway across the clearing and came down on the monster with great force.
The other, a Selkie named Aevin, was beating on the Malboro at the same time as casting healing spells, encasing us in a shower of sparkles, making us feel rested, and healthy. He wore different clothing, more revealing, with fur tracing some of the edges. His sandals showed that he was a bit more of a fighter than a lover, and his grey, tousled hair showed that he was a bit unkempt.
What am I? Well, I'm a Yuke. We�re tall, gangly things, with long arms and large hands. I wore brown and white striped tights that conceivably wrapped around my entire body. I had kilt-like bottoms and a tiny jacket with small bat wings protruding from my shoulders. My expertise was magic. Luckily, however, I wasn't just trained in magic, as my hammer could do some serious damage.
Suddenly the monster started spewing poisonous gas. We all ran back towards the chalice, where we found vines striking up from under the earth. Aevin scooped up the chalice and we ran back as far as we could.
"So much for clear being a useless spell," I said as we all began to lose health due to the poison.
"It'll wear off soon," said Aevin, casting a healing spell as glittering points of light fell upon us again..
"I've got an idea..." I said, and began to charge a thunder spell, a ball of lightning hovering just beyond my hand. Aevin picked up on what I was doing, and began to charge a life spell, creating a beam of orange light above the Malboro. We both unleashed at once, creating a fusion of magic. The spell was Holy, and it hit him hard.
That's when we felt a pull towards the monstrosity that stood on the other side of the clearing. He was sucking air through his mouth, moving us towards him as to bring us within the range of his deadly vines.
"You guys stay back here, let me take care of this." They gave me a look of disbelief as I charged a focus attack with my hammer.
As I was pulled in, my hammer began to glow. Lightning electricity surrounded the head, and my grip grew tighter. When I came close enough to the monster...
BOOOOOM!
My hammer struck down with Gaia shattering, and screen shattering force. An explosion of magic and dust erupted from the strike point.
I lifted my hammer from the indent I made in the Malboro's body, and watched as it fell, unconscious, to the ground.
"HOLY SHIT!" Mike, or Raphen, exclaimed.
"Yeah, told you," he replied, laughing a bit. "My new focus attack kicks so much ass."
"No kidding," Matt, or Aevin, said.
This is when I realized I was outside of the chalice's field. My lungs began to spasm, making it hard to breathe. I started choking, struggling to get back inside the field.
Wait a second...I don't breath, I'm a Yuke for goodness sake.
I walked over to the field, slightly hurt by the miasma, but with the sparkle of a healing spell, I was ok.
Aevin picked up the chalice and we walked over to the giant, luminescent tree which held the myrrh we were looking for. Why each tree held only one drop, I'll never know. But as he held the chalice out, one drop fell, filling the chalice, dulling the light of the drooping tree, and ending our journey for one more year.
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Jul 10, 2005 11:46:26 GMT -5
Post by Winston on Jul 10, 2005 11:46:26 GMT -5
They are lost. There is nothing we can do now. Don’t let their sacrifice be in vein....
Blaster fire shot across every inch of the hangar bay as I helped the few people left on this ship fight against the seekers. They appeared on this ship, like a plague, just a few minutes ago, but in that time they took over the entire ship, and killed most of the crew.
They were ugly creatures. They were a pale sort of blue, hairless, and extremely tall. They had four legs, and when they were in pursuit they used all four. When they walked though, they only used the rear two, bending the fore two down along their other legs, and grasping them with the feet. They wore brown garments, pants mostly, with a strange neck covering, almost like a collar. Their left arms were fitted with their weapon, whatever that may be. Some strange plasma gun that fired glowing green balls.
Those green balls were now shooting across the room. Both my brother Ethan, and my fiancé Olivia, were incapacitated. Unable to do much more than limp. I could only carry one to the escape pod and still be able to shoot.
“Take your brother Gideon, leave me, I’ll be ok!” Olivia exclaimed to me.
“Take Liv stupid, I can handle myself!” Ethan yelled.
What should I do? I basically had to choose which of my most treasured and closest loved ones had to die today. I couldn’t do it. Could I? I had to. It was one, or none. And maybe, if I’m strong enough, I can get both before the shuttle launches.
I grabbed my brother first. Ethan was as tall as I was, standing at 6'1". He however had short brown hair, spiked in the front, with a goatee. He was wearing his captain’s outfit, a brown jacket with dark dress pants. Hardly prepared for battle.
With him around my shoulder I drug him into the shuttle and sat him down. I turned around and saw that Olivia had been limping, as best she could, towards the shuttle.
I heard a hiss. The hydraulics of the door getting ready to shut it. I ran towards the opening, only to smack myself into the thick glass of the door. I began pounding on the glass, “OLIVIA!!!” frantically trying to open it. A switch, a latch, a handle, ANYTHING, there had to be something!
She got close to the door, if the glass wasn’t in the way I could have held her face.
She crashed against the wall, a big pale hand wrapped around her neck. It was a seeker. He brought his scanner to her head. For what reason, I don’t know. “Don’t you touch her!” I yelled. Did I think that would scare him off? Would that be the final words I needed to say to open this door so I could...what? Try and beat him up? He was twice my height and probably even more of my strength.
Another hiss. She began drawing further away. “No!!!!” I screamed. The shuttle had launched.
Then, in an instant, I was outside the planets atmosphere. My home world. But what’s this? Meteors? Being dragged in by Seeker war ships? They sling shot them at the planet, as the surface began to crumble. The world, my home, turned a deathly shade of red, a ring burst out from the center, and then there was only debris, launching in every direction.
I turned around, and...what? Olivia? I was on my home world, in my quarters. She grabbed me and kissed me, as if she hadn’t hurt her leg at all. Then there was pain. She had bit me. “Ow!” I grabbed my lip.
“That’s what you get. Starting a fight,” she said. “You’re the copilot of the first contact with the alien ship. You could try to keep yourself out of trouble.”
“Well they started it,” Ethan said, trying to defend me.
“What did they do, say something about me?” she replied.
“No, they didn’t so much as mention you, naturally I had to beat ‘em up,” Ethan joked.
I laughed. Ethan was always the joker.
Suddenly the image in front of me blurred. When it refocused I was on a different ship. This one flooding with water.
“It’s Gideon!” “Gideon!” “Oh, no!”
I spun around and found my friends trapped in a flooding room. Ethan, Marin, Enorym, and Kehlem.
I reached my hands out. Focusing as hard as I could. My hands began to glow and the door began to open. Holding in there with my mind was a powerful feat. I was weakened as soon as I began. “I can’t hold it!” I told them. They rushed out, but when the door shut, and the splash settled, I saw Ethan.
“ETHAN!!!!” I pounded against the glass once more. This time for my brother. Would it be that despite my choice on my world, they both still had to die? The room flooded, the water level rising above Ethan’s neck. And then it overtook the room. And Ethan fell, sliding along the glass.
“NO!!!” I screamed, and a force pulled me from behind, away, again, from those that I loved.
My son, my son?
My eyes opened. There was sand beneath me. I turned my head and saw Marin. I turned the other way, but no Ethan. He was lost. Lost like my Olivia. Lost like my people.
A wise and powerful voice began to speak. “This is not easy exalted one. And I fear we are not through with such tragedies until our goal is met. But our fiery entry into Aurellian skies will not go unnoticed. This beach will soon be crawling with Seekers. We must put aside our grief for the moment and focus on survival.”
Another voice, just as wise, and just as powerful, but a little bit older, spoke up, “Can we not give them a moment Enorym? They have lost...so much.”
It was Enorym and Kehlem. The two Aurellians who helped us survive. They took us from the Seekers and tried to protect us. They were our...friends.
Kehlem was a wise and noble politician. He was a student of human mythology, and even taught himself some human telekinesis. He was tall, and as an older Aurellian, he was sort of fish like. With bright purple and red fins coming from the back of his head, above his eyes, and below his nose. He wore bright red robes, and looked almost regal in them.
Enorym was a brave and strong hero. The leader of the Aurellian elite Felidic Warriors, he was beloved by his men, and known throughout the military for his bravery, wisdom, and integrity. He stood taller than Kehlem, and because he was younger, lacked the bright fins that he sported. Instead he was a pale white color, with yellows and blues outlining some areas around his face. He wore a white robe with a blue trim, which showed the blades on his arms that made him look powerful. But at his heart, he was a gentle creature, and friendly at that.
“I can only dare to imagine their pain but my duty is to preserve their lives. We must get off this beach and out of sight before their scouts arrive,” Enorym said.
I looked forward and saw the beautiful mountain, and the cavern ahead. Grasses and trees were a glowing green, and the waters as blue as they could only be in dreams. The cavern walls were a rocky color with reds and blues strung throughout like multicolored clay.
And then they arrived. Six Seeker scouts. They wore black outfits with bright green patterns on them, sporting the same guns as before.
I got up, furious, and walked towards the Seekers, hand glowing with power. “I’m sick of people dying for me!” I leapt up into the air as a bright golden aura surrounded me. Another power awakening, the power of negate. I thrust my hand out as I landed, creating an energy shield. It deflected blast after blast as I lifted enemies with my power and flung them at the cavern walls. When all but one fell, I walked to him, staring him down, and flung my hand at him, thrusting the shield in his face, and launching him across the river.
“No one else will die. I won’t allow it.”
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Jul 10, 2005 21:28:30 GMT -5
Post by Winston on Jul 10, 2005 21:28:30 GMT -5
He lied there in his bed. “What’s there to do?” he thought to himself. “I’m not in the mood for games, nothing good on TV, and I don’t really want to read.”
Despite all this he got up from the bed and went to his dresser. He opened up the drawer and pulled out a silvery object. He opened it up like a compact and pressed a button on it. Suddenly a stereo quality sound emerged from it.
It was his Nintendo DS. It had two screens, but basically the same make up as an SNES controller. Four buttons, a directional pad, and the shoulder buttons. He pulled a stylus from the backside of the system and touched it to the screen. Music began to play, and he became involved in the game.
I walked through the tall grass, looking around. My shoes were wet. And of course, since I had been traveling for so long, they were beat up too. This allowed for my socks and feet to feel every bit of that wetness, the dirt, the mud, all of it. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but such was the life of a Pokemon trainer.
Suddenly I heard a rustling. I spun around, pulling a small spherical object from my back pack. Pressing a button on it, the ball grew, and I threw it into the grass. When the ball came back to my hand, where it was thrown appeared my Grovyle. He was a small creature, almost like a gecko. He was green with a reddish orange underbelly, and dark green fins coming from the center of his back and along his forearms.
It appeared from the grass, a Zigzagoon. It was a raccoon looking creature with alternating brown and beige stripes, and spiked hair.
Grovyle disappeared, and a green blur danced across the clearing. Zigzagoon tried to keep up, but it couldn’t dodge Grovyle’s quick attack. He dashed through Zigzagoon and it fell, passed out.
“You shouldn’t treat wild pokemon like that,” a voice said from beyond the clearing. When he stepped through, carrying a pokeball, I knew it was time for a challenge.
“Maybe. But I don’t suppose you’d be against me treating your pokemon like that, would you?” I replied. He snickered, and threw his pokeball.
In front of Grovyle appeared a Mightyena. A large grey dog with a long black mane and black legs. It kneeled close to the ground and growled at Grovyle.
A black blur dashed across the clearing and struck Grovyle in the chest. A tackle attack. This pup was quick.
But Grovyle was just as fast. Recoiling from the strike, he flipped backwards and landed on his feet. He leapt into the air and reached his hands out. Suddenly bright balls of light began to be extracted from Mightyena, making him tired. They flew from him to Grovyle, absorbing into his body.
When he landed he was met with a puff of sand as Mightyena struck the ground. Grovyle’s eyes began to burn, and then he felt pain on his leg as Mightyena bit him. When the sand was cleared from his eyes, Grovyle used a leaf blade, extending the fins from his forearm and striking Mightyena in the face, launching him backward into the grass.
Grovyle stood, breathing heavily, waiting for the dog to rise from the grass and attack. But...nothing. There was no sound, no movement. Had he won?
A burst of grey and black came from the grass, aimed right at Grovyle. Expecting it, Grovyle jumped up, bounced off of Mightyena, and flew in the opposite direction. He bounced off a tree, and launched towards Mightyena, flipping forward and pounding his legs down on Mightyena’s abdomen. He jumped back, and stood near me, his trainer, his friend. Stood proud, for he had won. Proud that he had impressed his master.
“Mightyena, return!” the trainer yelled, and Mightyena’s unconscious body disappeared into a pokeball.
“It was a good battle. Your Mightyena fought well. He should be proud, as should you,” I told him. The trainer smiled and gave me a thumbs up, and walked away.
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