(Last updated – 04/28/2012)
(Originally Written: Aprox. September 2009 – February 2010)
Author: The Virtual Reality Net officially comes online, which is a new form of gaming that involves hyper realistic virtual reality software that makes it able to use simple neural impulses to control simulated actions and reactions. The VRN is the first... anything that allows people to use neural impulses to control a hyper realistic avatar.
*The Author Sips a drink from a crystalline glass, an amber colored liquid in it as only his lips are visible in the low light*
Author: This follows the escapades of One Thomas Gregory and friends and their adventures within the VRN Simulation system... I excuse the fact that cannot write worth a damn but honestly... I like it, I like it too much...
It Initially Starts out Really slow, and to be honest I took a rather long break from writing it. 'I' was really slow when I started writing it back in early 2009. and then in the fall of 2011 I just started pumping out material... Chapters, Or parts Rather 1 through 4 are from early 2009 to early 2011. Everything else after that has been written in a quick flurry from September 2011 onward...
There are a few things you need to know about my Script style...
Asterisks on the end of text denote actions being describe, and not Dialog, as mentioned above
*The Author Looks back up to the previous passage relating to how he had drank something and then continues to type...*
As for Dialog... I feel that if someone's Tone of voice cannot be expressed properly through text alone, I will give context in the following way using Parentheses after the Character's Name.
Mister Example(Clearly Annoyed: This is absolutely preposterous...
I may Also Do to Convey a Character Preforming an Action while Talking...
Mister Example(As he paces about the room, hands behind his back: So, It has come to this...
With those few pointers, I wish you luck...
December 31st, 2056 – 11:58 PM
Reporter: Well It's been a long wait but we are finally witnessing the birth of a new era of technology... the Virtual Reality Net system comes online tonight, all you need is a high speed internet connection, Neural Headband Interface Unit and and a good place to get comfortable. Reports are also coming in that instead of the bars being full, the tech and computer stores are positively swarming with people, Itching to get N.H.I.U.s. Indeed people, this will be a new years eve to remember...
*The anticipation is killing Thomas as he is tapping his fingers looking at the TV... He checks his watch. One minute until midnight. He continues tapping his fingers on his chair arm, then itches slightly at his headband, which has been synched tight for the past ten minutes.*
Reporter: This will be the first time ever that time square is empty, and we all are waiting for The VRN... Well people, now's the time... good night people, and see you in adventures, the realm of combat, or in lands unknown...
*Thomas lays back as he touches a button on the headband and thinks to log in...
after all fades, a screen appears showing: welcome to the Virtual Reality Network of Gaming and Simulation, please create an account. All is needed is A player ID and for you to edit your avatar. Please do that now.
As soon as Thomas finished reading text, it faded and Thomas enters the name. SoundOfMadness, it was his old Username on practically everything...
Thomas decided to use his own face with a few modifications. Higher cheek bones for one, and shorter hair among others... the interface for editing his own facial structure wasn't completely stable... but he got the desired results after around 20 minutes time. After he has accepted the changes the view of his Avatar fades and his is left with simply text embedded into his vision again.
There is also a fourth option in the corner of his vision that said "room"... A brief thought crossed Thomas's Mind about the room option, but he perished it
Thomas immediately thinks Warfare, and he's brought to another menu, in which he can select various warfare scenarios from the past 1000 years.*
Thomas(Thoughts: is there any way to have this Randomized...
*He scrolls through the the menu with his mind until he finds a Quick Match option. He wills it to be clicked and a small "connecting to server" prompt appears. A D – Day, 1945 Match. The full environment Renders around him Nigh instantly as he finds himself on a Landing boat at Utah beach, with an M1A1 Thompson SMG in his hands, and as soon as he sees the beach full of craters and machinegun fire, He begins to go limp from the sudden sensory overload. Thomas is on the ground, feeling the cold floor of the amphibious landing boat pressing against a now bleeding cheek as the smell and the physical substance of saltwater pervades his nostrils. A few seconds later he is brought up by an unfamiliar face. The man says something to the extent of:
"Get up mother F*cker!, move it move it move it"
Thomas almost immediately gets up and trudges into the waist deep water. When he gets to the shore, an MG nest starts to zero in on him, rounds inaccurately sending puffs of sand into the air around Thomas. He quickly leaps Into a crater for cover, and to his surprise, finds that there are two other players here... Their Player ID's Hovering Over their heads, a callback old Multiplayer gaming*
?: Hey Yelnats, there's another one here... Wake up, your not that badly hurt, should have some strength left in your Avatar.
*Thomas Looks slightly above the head of the one who had just spoken... his name is Ripping Jacks*
Thomas: What's wrong with *a moments hesitation as he reads the injured one's Player ID* Yelnats51?
Ripping Jacks: He took a Bullet to the Leg... He's been bleeding pretty bad,... been here on and off for the past Few minutes, he sometimes grabs a snack... He's, A friend of mine. Hey Madness, lemmie take a look in that satchel on your back.
Thomas: Sure *He hands over his pack, and notices that there is a red cross the bag. Ripping searches the pack*
Ripping Jacks: There we go *He pulls out gauze and forceps from Thomas's medkit, then begins to take a look at Yelnats51's Bullet wound to the leg... He digs the forceps into the wound and spread it open*
Thomas: You know how to do something like this?
Ripping Jacks: Accessing the tutorial video right now... wow, ten minutes *he whistles in surprise* he'll be dead by the time it's over.
Yelnats51(seeming to come out of a trance: F*ck what are you doing Jeez that hurts like mad man! Whats gotten into you dude I just wanted you to kill me so that I'd respawn!
Ripping Jacks: Shut up, I get XP if it treat this right...
Thomas: Wait a second, go back. There's tutorials?
Ripping Jacks: Yep, just think the words "Tutorial archive"
Thomas: Hmm... *He thinks for the tutorial archive and A voice in his head resonates as his vision becomes tunnel like. The voice says: Please think of a topic*
Tutorial: Please think of an action related to grenades
Thomas(thoughts: How to prime and throw a grenade.
*A video then appears on his vision and a picture of two hands in the first person are displayed*
Tutorial: Step one, Pull pin with the safety catch HELD FIRMLY in place.
*The hands takes out an old style American fragmentation grenade and pull out the pin. The hands then replace the pin and take out a German variety one. It repeats, pulling the pin on it, then putting that pin back in*
Tutorial: Step two, which is optional and unrecommended, is to Cook the Grenade. Remember that fuses vary in time and sensitivity. Use caution when cooking or risk unintended suicide and possible damage to teammates
*The hands pull the pin out of an American grenade and holds it for a full ten seconds before the arms explode violently, and a big red X flashes over the first person view and a harsh sounding negative sound tone plays*
Tutorial: Step three, throw the grenade, far if necessary
*The tutorial arms then rewind, reforming rather fast and sickeningly. The arms throw the grenade out into the black distance and after 5 seconds is met with an explosion. The right hand forms into a thumbs up and green check-mark flashes across the vision as a dinging noise can be heard*
Thomas(thoughts: good, *He will his mind to exit the tutorial and it does so, his vision rapidly reforming to the scene around him*
Thomas: Any of you got any Grenades?
Ripping Jacks: You got *He looks at Thomas's Belt* two, and I have one, as well as Yelnats... Here *He hands Thomas his grenade as well as Yenats's. Thomas Pulls the pin on one and Chucks the first one that Ripping gives him out of the crater at the MG nest. The gunners stop firing and begin yelling in German for a moment as the screams and explosions erupt from where the nest was. The nest has been obliterated by the single well placed grenade*
Ripping Jacks: Damn Madness, nice 'Nade toss- we gotta move though. Can you walk Yelnats?
*Yelnats looks like he's trying to stand up before wincing and falling back down in pain.*
Yelnats51: Nope, I can't move... You gunna kill me so I can respawn yet? *He coughs up a little bit of blood*
Ripping Jacks: No.
*Yelnats Looks weakly over to Thomas*
*Thomas Nods as his hand fumbles with a holster. Thomas Merely Hands over the 1911 Sidearm to Yelnats. Yelnats Places the pistol under his chin-*
Thomas: Wait... What gear did you have on you.
Yelnats51: Some kinda shotgun... 'n Shells for it.. I didn't have much else but about ten grenades...
Ripping Jacks: You threw nine 'nades?
Yelnats 51: Yep and they were fun... Now if you don't mind I'm going to respawn.
*The M1911 Handgun Barks once as Yelnats ends his virtual life. Thomas winces at the sight of one doing such a horrible act. He snatches the M1911 back from the dead hand and Holster's the Pistol*
Ripping Jacks: Seriously, You're keeping the pistol
Thomas: A sidearm's a sidearm. C'mon, we need to see if we can go... hand me your Thompson...
Ripping Jacks: Why?
Thomas: I'm gunna try something crazy... Gunna try dual wielding...
Ripping Jacks: Don't go whining to me if you die mister action movie...
*They swap a Thompson for the shotgun, so that Ripping has the shotgun, and Thomas Has a Thompson in each hand, awkwardly tucking the wooden butt-stocks Under his armpits to stabilize the twin Chicago Typewriters*
Ripping Jacks: Here we go... *They slowly peer over the top of the crater and find that the machinegun nest is a bloody mess... They quickly Run up, in, and behind the German teams Crude, semi advanced firing line. They dive for cover behind a rock as MGs turn to begin firing at them, they are pinned as Rounds ping to and fro off of their cover*
Thomas: Now what... *he pants twice* Do we need to like *he gasps for another breath* chuck 'nades at the other nest from behind?
Ripping Jacks: I've got a full shotgun here so I think I would be a great distra- *A hand is clapped over his and Thomas's mouth as they are pulled back Into Slight one armed headlocks*
?: You two ought not be here... And you're using two guns at a time, bold move. I need you two to work with me while one of us goes and grabs one of those MGs... pretty nice escape, I've been watching you two... The player ID is Mr Green... Just Mr Green, nothing else special *He lets go of them and they whip round to face him. He's tall and rather muscular, Like the Only thing he did to his avatar before dropping into war sims was beef up his strength* Stay quiet... I'm gunna poke this here sniper rifle round the rock carefully and cover you two to the MG. You guys bring it back with as much ammo as you can.
Thomas: What are you gunna do with the MG?
Green: Kick their asses of course...*He begins to creep prone out the side of the rock* come back with that MG *he sights up his scoped springfield rifle*
Ripping: Er... let me have a Thompson back, I'll have the shotgun on reserve
*They swap weaponry again and now each of them have a Thompson SMG*
Thomas: Lets move again... *they run at MG nest, quickly grab the MG42, ammo, and Thomas grabs 2 battered MP40's and Some ammunition for them. As they head back they hear a loud CRACK coming from the Rock that Green is aiming from, and a little bit down the beach, a shower of blood is raining down on the MG group as one of their members has lost their head to hollow point 30-06 round. The group readjusts to fire at Green, and he ducks back behind the rock as Thomas and Ripping get back with the MG.*
Green(as he grabs the MG from them: Excellent! LETS RIPP'EM A NEW ASSHOLE MUTHA F*CKAS! *He begins running at full speed towards the MG group, with the Newly acquired weapon full in front of him like a lance. Thomas and Ripping following right behind trying to move and suppress the people in the nest at the same time With their dual wielding fiasco. Green open fires about 30 feet away from the nest, shell casings flying from his MG at an alarming rate, by the time he is within 15 feet, he's getting hit slightly in the legs, but he wavers not. He reaches the nest with Thomas and Ripping trailing only about 10 feet behind, each of them unloading an MP40 in one hand and a Thompson Submachinegun in the other, each spitting their respective 9mm and 45 Caliber pistol rounds. Green is only 5 feet away from the Nest when a German Throws something with very good speed and accuracy at Green. It hits and sticks to the center of Green's chest. Thomas then sees that its is a makeshift knife attached to a german grenade with, what looks like twine*
German: Guten Auben Swinehund!
*When the German speaks, Thomas barely notices that the guys speech is lagging behind unsynced lip movements*
Thomas(thoughts: Translation software? Nice...
*Green Sinks to the ground, drops the MG as he clutches his chest trying to pull the knife grenade out, and then one second later, Explodes*
Thomas: SH*T! *Thomas is throw back by the grenade, as well as his leg is being dismembered by shrapnel. Ripping is right next to Green when the grenade goes off, and is reduced to a hauntingly gory corpse. Thomas falls flat on his back as he feels blood begin to seep out of various places and lacerations the grenade gave him. His guns are on his sides, ironically just out of reach... he has only the Colt M1911 at his side. The German who threw the grenade pops his head out to see if Green died, then starts to laugh at the sight of the gibs. The laughter is stopped midway through by a .45 bullet to the German's head, right in the left eye. Another German points his gun over the cover and shoots blindly... his hand is met with bullet, and retreats back and swears loudly. As Thomas's vision darkens, he sums up all his last effort to pull the pin on a grenade and toss it over the sandbag cover*
German w/ Wounded hand: NIEN! *The German scrabbles around in the dust with his good hand and is barely able to get a hold of the grenade as it goes off in his hands. He is destroyed, and Thomas Dies with the last thing he sees being the the satisfying image of the German exploding... A screen pops up that is showing Thomas's current stat breakdown in the match and he decides to spawn and finds himself equipped with a Thompson again. The course of the battle changes with time... the German team being able to beat back the American offensive. Time changes tactics and outcomes...*
Author: Two years pass rather quickly. VRN releases even more content and Simulations... some being remakes of old classics video games (Classics are actually REALY big on the market, never ever doubt the power of nostalgia) and combat scenarios in VR form, while most begin profiting on the technology by creating whole games and simulations that sell really well. Its a content Overload my friend(s)...
*The author takes another deep Drink from his glass again, wiping what stays on his lips with the cuff of his sleeve*
Author: We now resume with Thomas in the Simulation "Undead Nation", a Hyper realistic version of what would happen if your standard neo-zombie -and I'm talking about the weak fast movers here, Like "28 Days Later"- outbreak occurred in the heavily populated USA back in 2012. The Simulation is set 5 years after the outbreak hits. This VR Simulation was made by a users and is also moderated by hired users as well. This is the main Simulation I will be fixating on so If you hate zombies, you'll hate the rest of my fiction. Stop reading now if this is the case and please, don't waste your time...
March 2nd 2059 – 3:04 PM
*Thomas logs in and after about a minute feels like he's waking up. He sits upright in the bed he iss laying down on immediately*
Thomas: Sorry I'm in later than Usual today.
*He turns his head around look for his fellow players in the makeshift safe-house they have and his eyes spot Dria across the room sitting in one of the chairs they have*
Dria: Not a Problem Thomas, but James was wrong about his scratch yesterday. I had to put a 12 gauge in his chest when he nearly jumped me in the hall this morning... I've got him restrained in the mean time. I'm sure he doesn't want to stay infected, so can you help me with him?
Author's Note: Timeout for just a second... When I started this... script, it was never with the intention of showing it to people, so I'm not actually sure how to properly work in a visual description of my two main characters, so I'm just going to slap them right here.
Thomas's Undead Nation avatar is 5'10, about 25 years of age, 170 Lb Caucasian male, high cheekbones, a non prominent brow, semi pointed chin, has medium brown smooth cut hair that is about an inch in length, Deep blue eyes, slight facial hair that is stuck in perpetual stubble, and usually is wearing a Dark Brown trench coat that extends down past his knees. He wears faded jeans that are practically sky blue, but are disrupted by bloodstains, and he wears a navy blue polo shirt that has never had its collar turned down, or buttoned up.
Dria's Undead Nation Avatar stands 5'3, about 23 & 1/2 years of age, 121 Lb, is a Caucasian Female with green eyes, glossy black hair which is cut semi short (average length is about 7 inches, give or take 2 inches) and has her hair styled into a rough, uneven and spiky jumble. She wears a white, yet blood flecked, unrevealing tank top and simple khaki colored denim pants that are slightly too baggy for her. She has a rather average face, not exactly nondescript, but I just can't really describe it. One of those faces you'd forget within 2 minutes of seeing if you gave her a passing glance.
Sorry For the interruption... Continuing...
Thomas(as he gets up: Yeah I'll help, but how much Anti Undead Do we have left?
Dria: One for each of us, after we use one on James that is.
Thomas: Then lets get this over with...
*They go into the back room where a Zombiefied James is strapped to a chair, and is now awake and trying to claw his way out of the feeble looking restraints. He is also bleeding profusely in the chest region*
Dria: Are you going to try to bite me, 'cause I might need to use this is your gunna bite...*She waves a 9mm pistol about for James to clearly see it. James shakes his head very slowly.*
Dria: Good. *She turns slightly to Face Thomas as she Begins to uncap a syringe with a glowing teal-turquoise liquid in it* Keep a Pistol Trained on his head please Thomas, if he moves at me, shoot him-
*Thomas shoots James in the head with a quickly produced 44 revolver, Blowing a chunk of the back of his head out*
Dria(jumping slightly at the sound of the gunshot: The hell? Why'd you, oh... *She looks down to see the hand that James had Gotten free of the restraint*
Thomas: He got his hand free... Was about to swipe at you when you turned to ready the syringe... just treat him. I'm gunna get on the Com channels to see if I can get a raiding party together... It's been nearly a month since we've done any 'real' scavenging.
*Dria proceeds to Inject the six inch Syringe full of glowing teal-turquoise blue liquid into the back of James's spine. As the serum enters Jame's spine, the varicose veins from the infection begin to slowly recede.*
Dria(Muttering: ...Should do it... *Dria leaves James body to heal up. She walks into the main room to find Thomas working with a ham radio*
Thomas: Yes... no I don't have any gasoline available... well tell him not to bring the chainsaw! Good g*d we all need some food... you have what?... well then... how many people are willing to go... five? we need at least fifteen, and I have three as soon as my marksman wakes up from being infected... no we don't have any AUA available... look, we need at least fifteen people because accidents happen, people are 'going' to get hurt, I know that... fine I'll spare some gasoline... only one tanks worth mind you! Okay then, we we'll meet in saaaaaaay an hour, middle of the settlement... Good see you. *Thomas takes off the headset for the ham Radio and Looks to Dria who is watching his conversation* We gotta start packing for a scavenging party, meets in the center of the Haven, one hour.
Dria: One hour... James isn't gonna be up for maybe another Four. We need him otherwise-
Thomas: -I've Convinced them its a good idea to have fifteen people. That and Greg is gonna be using his chainsaw. I've already offered one tank of gasoline.
Dria: fifteen people... screw James we'll be fine
Thomas: How many gallons of gas we got again?
*Dria just shrugs*
Thomas(as he Smiles at her: Your useless
Dria: Fine, I'll go check *she gets up and walks to the other room where they keep odds and ends in the way of supplies... she comes back a moment later*
Dria: Six one-gallon tanks of gasoline, twelve propane tanks, and an oxygen tank...
Thomas: Hmm... get out the automatic weapons. This is the largest party we've been able to get in about three months. *He moves to the storage room Dria just came from and Hefts the Gallon tank in his left hand.*
Dria: You sure you wanna crunch through our ammunition?
Thomas: Could it really hurt that bad?
Dria: Fine... We Die 'cause we ran out of ammo later on, I blame you.
*Dria unlocks a cabinet in which there is are a pair of automatic rifles. A blood stained AN94 with a makeshift sharpened titanium blade bayonet, and an AK47 with very badly chipped wood stock and grip. She picks up the AK and loads it as Thomas picks up the AN94, and sets it to Burst fire. He then picks up a Chain linked clip for his home-brew Automatic Revolver.*
Thomas: Lets move, gotta get to the Haven in thirty minutes... Think we can make it?
Dria: If we run like hell and ignore any Zeds are in our way, then yeah.
*Thomas Opens the door slowly, and starts jogging along the street, Dria follows quick, and locks up afterwards, wrapping a chain round the doorhandles and strapping a padlock to the tangle. In the distance they here a scream and cries for help. Thomas shakes his head disapprovingly*
Thomas: One more joins the horde...
*After only running into a few rouge zombies along the way which are easy to killed with stabs to the head and neck... They arrive right outside of the settlement, where there is a small line of zombies with their hands up carrying valuables such as guns and food. Dria and Thomas arrive after a half hours jog. As they are let in the front gate after a bite inspection. There are a lot of people on the sides on the street, trying to sell things to people. At the gate, a zombie is let in with an odd looking helmet on, and with its mouth strapped shut.*
Dria: Sucks to be a zombie...
*Thomas momentarily remembers to about 6 months ago when he started playing undead nation and a zombified Dria attacked him and held him down, but did not bit him, just merely stared into his eyes. He remembers how he quickly gave her An AUA and tended to her wounds. She woke up confused, and they stayed together since.*
Thomas: Yeah... Yeah it does I bet...
*There is an awkward silence between them as they walk to the center of Haven, they then arrive in the settlement center. There are already 10 heavily armed players there, checking their various armaments. One of them steps forward, to greet Thomas*
Thomas: Greg, how ya doing?
Greg: Fine... didja bring the gas?
Thomas: Yes *He Sets the Gallon Down on the ground in front of Greg*
Greg: gooooood... *he takes the gas canister and Pours it into the gas tank on his chainsaw slowly and carefully to make sure it doesn't drip*
Greg: Should run for about five hours.
*Two more people arrive to the group, greetings are exchanged*
Thomas: Do we have a Gunner coming?
Greg: Yep... Wilson is 'suppose' to be arriving with his M134, we got a Supply drop from The United Nations a few days ago, and Wilson's got Five thousand of the five-five six rounds.
*Wilson arrives, with his chaingun held by the trigger and the front Cary handle... ready for anything.*
Wilson(a southern accent: Yal ready to kick zombie ass? *he puts a slightly tattered cowboy hat on. It surprisingly has blood no blood stains on it, unlike most peoples clothing in Undead Nation. The rest of the gathered players reply excitedly with approving remarks*
Wilson: Then lead the way Greg *Wilson attaches a belt to the side of the Chaingun from an ammunition backpack, and begins a slow spin with his the weapon and they all walk to the gate, and are let out the front by the guards*
Greg: Kepler, where haven't we raided recently, and most all options are open, anything high risk I think this group can take, right? *he smiles back to the group behind him as approving remarks from players echo out as they rack shotguns and work then actions on their rifles*
Kepler: We can go big then eh? I say we raid the local mall... plenty of improvised weapons if we run out of ammo, a lot of things we can use to transport like shopping carts... All in favor?
*All present start cheering approval*
Greg: Lets move out, if any rushes happen just use semiautomatic and aim for the head.
*They all begin walking away from the settlement, and after about an hours travel they are lost in the streets of the city...*
March 2nd 2059 – 5:02 PM
Greg: Hey Kepler, where the hell are we?
Kepler: Well...We are.. Hmm...*He looks around for street signs and finds none as he consults a fold out map of the city.* Don't really know, but we are close.
Greg: What... You don't know?
*Kepler stands still. thinking for a moment. His gaze falls upon a non hostile player infected*
Kepler: Lets ask our friend which way to go...
*Kepler folds up the map, and slowly walks over to the single zombie sitting on a sidewalk, head down, its obvious that he's a player zombie, not moving or acting like the AI controlled ones do*
Kepler: Do you know whe-
*Kepler recoils when the infected player yells loudly at him*
Kepler: Yeesh, c'mon man, we need to get to the mall. Which way?
*The zombie ignores Kepler's question*
Greg: Wilson, get that Zed to his senses...
*Wilson walks up to the the zombie and begins spinning his chaingun. The zombie slowly raises its head and then upon seeing the Chaingun pointed in his face starts scooting backwards as fast as possible, until he is pressed against the wall*
Wilson: Where is the mall *sticks the chaingun up to the zombies chest, the zombie immediately points to his left, and then Trys to speak*
Zombie: graaaaaa... Graaaa... *He takes his left picky and bites it off, then uses the blood from the pinky finger to write: KEEP GOING THAT WAY FOR 5 BLOCKS, THEN MAKE A LEFT. MALL IS DOWN THERE. He writes this in big shaky letters and his pinky is almost nothing when he is done... He looks hopefully at the group*
Kepler: Thanks *He rummages around in his back pack then tosses the zombie a slab of Beef. Zombie scrambles after it on all fours and begins uncontrollably eating the raw steak as fast he can*
Greg: Lets get moving then! You read the blood! Five down, then keep going left!
*As the group moves out Thomas Tags behind a bit crouching down next to the zombie*
Thomas: Hey, zed...
*The zombie stops eating for a moment, Thomas has the zombie's attention*
Thomas: The Haven is only about two miles that way *He points with a thumb behind him*, if you bring something really good like a gun, or a lot of ammunition, they'll hook you up with some anti undead agent. You understand?
*The zombie shakes his head limply*
Thomas: How many days have you been infected?
*The Zombie puts up both hands, and then points to the pinky*
Thomas: Ten days?
*Another shake of the head from the infected player implying yes*
Thomas: Okay then, you should still have control until about day... fourteen, you have excellent control for someone who was that recently infected, see a friend of mind turned in the night at he was a bleeding drooling idiot when he-
Greg(as he beckons with a hand: C'MON! Get over here Thomas!
Thomas(whispers: If you ever get into town and you see me again, tell me.
*The zombie nods as it begins to keep devouring the piece of meat messily. Thomas runs to catch up with the group, and they keep going, following the zombie's directions until they get to the mall. When they arrive there are easily one hundred undead in a loose crowd at the front entrance to the mall*
Greg: Kill them... *He produces a Pistol as the group unloads on the horde that is in front of the doors; the zombies fall without effort*
Wilson: Well hell, that was easy...
Greg: Yes... Too easy. We need to be very cautious inside, okay people?
*Affirmative remarks are said by all present as they enter the mall and begin to fan out into the main atrium*
Greg: Now grab only the things that are of high importance, food and medical supplies out weigh guns and ammo.
*Rogue patches of infected dot the malls interior. The pukes begin lurching toward the group as they fend them off. Greg talks over the din of semiautomatic gunfire*
Greg: Okay, we're gonna take the mall counter clockwise! Go go go, get some shopping carts!
*They all fan out from the main atrium unloading their guns into the horde trying to find shopping carts. The raiding party ends up finding very little initially, but after carefully combing over the place for about 2 hours, their ammunition supplies begin to run drastically low*
Thomas: I'm down to my last two mags Greg! Gunna have to get stab-happy in a minute mate.
*Another few in the group comment about having their ammo low*
Greg: Okay then, EVERYONE! Melee if ya have em'!... And get in formation!
*They all quickly switch to melee weapons of all kinds; baseball bats, homemade long blades, katanas, and knifes. Greg Rips the Chord on his chainsaw it awakens with an almighty roar. They then form in a circle around the three carts full of supplies they have found. As the zombies close in, the group of raiders keep vigilant. As the undead horde come nearer, the group begins Shouting war-crys and flourishing their weapons. Once contact is made, dismembering limbs and crushing skulls ensues, all the while Greg's chainsaw feasts upon its prey. Heads fly, bodies are torn to pieces by the group, and after about a half an hour of intense melee carnage, the zombie hordes start to thin, and within 2 minutes, the last one dies by the hand of Thomas, who stabs his knife into its head. The group surveys who has been injured and quarantine them. Seven people have been injured, with cuts and the like, and 2 of which are heavily bitten. Derek And Dria are the bitten ones; lying on the floor and a puddle of own blood surrounding them. They aren't breathing either*
Thomas(more in a tone of exasperation and annoyance: Sh*t *He rummages in his left pocket and produces an AUA syringe and is just about to inject it into Dria's spine when her eyes spring open and she catches his arm*
Thomas: Gah! *He reaches for his knife and points it at her in self defense*
Dria: I'm not gone yet... *She Lets go of his arm that's holding the AUA syringe*
Thomas: Jeez you gave me a start... Can you stay in control? *He sheathes his knife as he stands*
Dria: I can mange... For about a day.
*She gets up, her left arm is on the ground... She notices it and then she picks it up*
Dria(clearly annoyed: Lovely, that's going to be day I spend healing
*Dria hands her severed arm over to Thomas*
Dria: Could ya put this in my pack?
Thomas: Yeah. And by the way, when did you do down in the fight?
Dria: Within the first 2 minutes, one of the damn zombies caught me with a hard swipe to the face and I was out.
Thomas: That sucks
*Thomas puts the arm in Dria's back pack. Derek is starting to come to. He is heavily lacerated, but no limbs are dismembered when he gets up. He immediately begins staring intently at Greg*
Greg: Dammit... Derek's infected, someone keep a pistol trained on his head...
*The group stops what they're doing and moves to give Derek some space*
Kepler: Crap, uh... Okay then... Hey Derek
*Derek's attention is shifted almost instantly to Kepler, Derek Growls slightly*
Kepler: Can you control your self not to bite?
*Derek cocks his to the side, as if he doesn't understand*
Kepler: Look, just follow us?
*Derek Cocks his head to the other side*
Kepler: Follow... Get it? Follow? *Kepler motions to come with and Derek lunges at Kepler, Grabbing him and craning his head in for a bite at Kepler's neck. Kepler Jabs the Handgun under Derek's chin And squeezes off the trigger. Everyone stops what they're doing when the single shot rings out to See Kepler Pushing Derek's body off of him to the ground.*
Kepler: Anyone have a clean rag I can wipe the blood of my face with?
*The group continues patching up injuries with medical supplies after they realize what happened*
Greg: We leave in ten minutes, just to make sure your all patched up, hell grab a snack while your at it.
*Greg gets a candy bar from one of the carts and starts eating it. After ten minute of patching up the wounded, the group moves out with Dria in the back dragging Derek's Undead body back as well, leaving a trail of rather distinct blood behind. They arrive back at the settlement after about 3 hours travel at the hurt limp that most of the group has*
March 2nd 2059 – 9:57 PM
Greg: ... As one of the council members of this settlement, I order you to let us in!
Guard 1: I don't care if your part of the council... Can't let you in with the infected, especially after hours. Shoot 'er
Greg: Good gosh! She's able to control herself, why do you care!
*Dria steps forward*
Dria: Look, if I can speak... *She grabs guard by his collar and pulls him closer, the rest of the guards aim weapons at here and rack shotguns* If I can be literally in, your, face... Without biting you even! And I followed them back here! Do I really pose a threat to you?
*The guard looks stunned to see a zombie talking just like someone who is uninfected*
Guard 1: J-j-just don't want any zeds inside after hours- it's the rules! Sorry miss I don't make 'em...
Greg: Dria you're going to have to wait outside for now.
*Dria Growls and lets go of the guard's collar, then starts walking away from the gate*
Greg: Thomas, think you can take care of her?
Thomas: This isn't the first time or even the second, but if I don't get into haven tomorrow, come find me, and inject me, I keep My syringe on me in my left pocket.
Greg: Okay... But if your too much trouble I'm just going to shoot you and leave you for dead.
*Thomas and Dria walk off after after taking their cut in the supplies they brought back from the raid. they get back to their little building within the hour without any trouble*
Dria: At least the arm's healing...
*Her skin is even more pale than it was, almost sheet white and blood flecked, the arm that was a bloody jagged stub almost looks like it was a semi clean, rounded cut of a person who had their arm amputated some years ago*
Thomas: If didn't know you, I'd have shot ya in the head way long ago *He chuckles softly, Dria Returns it with a weak and annoyed looking smile*
Dria: Whatever, I'm gunna log out and let this character get some rest. I'm thinkin' I'm going to take AUA in a few days, or if I lose control... Experiment a little y'know?
*Thomas Nods to her rhetorical question*
Dria: I want to know how long I can control it. Last time I was infected was... how long ago?
Thomas: Two months, you were infected for Two hours before I Injected ya. You never even knew.
*James walks into the room, he has got bloody clothes on and is hobbling about as he clutches his head and chest*
Dria: Enjoy your nap?
*James looks at her for a moment, then his eyes widen*
James: Why isn't she strapped down unceremoniously in chair like I was?
Thomas: She's not strapped down because she isn't a drooling idiot that'll bite yer throat out. She's also conducting an 'experiment' to see how long she can maintain control. I've seen zeds in town that have near perfect control.
Dria(as she Twitches her eyebrows with each word: I'm special.
*James looks at Dria a disapproving squint in his eyes*
James: Well then I'm glad I could catch you guys before you logged out. How much of a cut did you get from the raiding party?
Thomas: Same as everyone else... How'd you know where we were?
James: Contacted Haven on the radio
Thomas: Good thinkin'
*James nods and goes into the other room and Thomas can hear him loading the his M99 .50 cal with its single round, then the Desert Eagle with its custom made crude extended magazine*
Thomas(a yell to James Room: You gearing up for a firefight there mate?
James (yells to the other room: Just making sure I'm ready if she freaks!
Thomas(yells back: Fine!
Dria: It's 'really' late, I'm logging out.
*she turns to go to her room*
Thomas: Wait up... I've always been curious, do you feel pain if your infected?
Dria(as she turns to walk back towards Thomas: The Pain nerves cease to function... So no
Thomas: You sure?
Dria: Yep... I swear I can't feel pain-
*Thomas produces his combat knife and stabs her is the gut before she can realize what has happened, she begins to bleed a bit from the stab wound*
Dria: F*ck... Did you 'really' have to do that Thomas... *She takes the knife out of her lower gut and hands it to Thomas, then gets up and goes into the restroom that they have*
Thomas: Sorry... I guess. *He wipes his knife off on his pant-leg and retreats to his room where he begins cleaning his AN94 rifle, the weapon now field stripped on his bed. Dria comes in after about 15 minutes, she has sewn up the stab wound, as well as the other cuts that she got earlier in the day that hadn't healed.*
Thomas(without looking up from his field stripping: I thought you said you were logging out...
Dria: Just thought I'de Come and warn you not to mess with me while I'm logged out. I want the arm to heal right.
Thomas: Well then, if it doesn't work I say you get use to using machine pistols and Handguns *He Begins to reassemble the AN94 as Dria Chuckles once*
Dria: I guess... Later. *She goes back to her room as Thomas continues to reassemble the rifle, then logs off. He stands from his armchair as he looks about his room. A moments hesitation passes as he wonders about staying up through the night. He decides to do so and takes one of the Stimulants to stay awake... The night goes by, with James staying up on the couch with the Desert Eagle lazily pointed at the door to Dria's room. Thomas logs back in and after the sensation of waking up, Yawns, then gets up to go and check on Dria, then sees James on the couch. Thomas slowly and carefully takes the Magnum from his hand and fires a round off into the air. James wakes up and starts flailing his hands and yelling, then realizes that Thomas has his Deagle*
March 3rd, 2059 – 1:09 PM
James: I'm up... Gosh... *He rips his Magnum from Thomas's hands, as Thomas begins to double over on the floor laughing*
Thomas: Should have seen your face. And also, you fell asleep in a F*ckin' game man! That's a hilarious new low for you! oh...*he goes into Dria's room and sees her on the bed. The arm is attached to the shoulder. It looks completely normal. Thomas waves his hand over her face, and after the third wave her eyes flash open. Thomas takes a step backwards*
Thomas: Hey... arm looks healed, how ya doing?
*Dria tries to move the fingers on the arm, fails, then flexes her arm several times, but the fingers and wrist still flop around uselessly*
Dria: Can't move the fingers. You messed with it before I logged in didn't you!
*Thomas Shakes his head once*
Thomas: Nope, but I think you'll get your control back of the fingers within a few days, lets go eat a bit.
Dria: Sounds good.
*They go over to the small table they have erected in the center of the shelter, Thomas walks over to their fridge and takes out the first thing he sees, cooks it on the gas stove in a dirty pan and gives an equal portion of... what looks and smells like leftover chicken to everyone. James sits down across from Dria nervously as the three of them gulp down the food without really thinking about it...*
Thomas: I hate the whole thing about having to eat food in game, otherwise you become exhausted as hell... that and it just screws with my 'actual' hunger... least a small portion works for a whole day.
James: Quit complaining... *He eats the last bite of chicken on his slightly chipped plate, and begins to choke. James puts his hands to his neck to signal choking. He stairs at Thomas who's across the table as his eyes begin to bug out.*
Thomas: Oh did you want something?
*James Flips Thomas off as he motions for Thomas to come over to him. Thomas laughs as he gets up and takes a few steps over to James, then Proceeds to sock him in the lower gut. The piece of Chicken is dislodged violently, flying across the room past Dria's left ear. James sits in the chair as he catches his breath. Thomas Laughs as he watches the bite of chicken land, then notices Dria sitting there with closed eyes rocking back and forth slightly in her chair*
Thomas: You okay?
Dria: Yeah, I'm fine... I'll be fine *she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes* just need to control myself... I can deal with it...
*Thomas looks her directly in her glazed over eyes and raises an eyebrow as if to physically ask why she's hungry*
Dria: What? This game makes you really damn hungry if your a zombie...
Thomas: Ah, understandable...
*There is silence for another ten seconds before Dria stands up and snaps her fingers*
Dria: That's it... Keep myself distracted... Um, I'm going to go out and look for weapons and ammo *she gets up quickly and goes for her room* Zombies wont attack any of the their own so I shouldn't have a problem.
Thomas: Okay then, just come back within two hours. I'm going to go visit the Haven and confirm with Greg that I'm still alive, you go keep yourself distracted with finding supplies. Remember, back within two hours... Please? *He Inserts a magazine into his AN94 and works the action* I Really don't wanna go looking for you.
Dria: I'll be careful not to run into anyone from the Haven.
Thomas: And just to top it all off you should wear something that a little more... Undead looking, more blood soaked.
Dria: Er... I guess... *She goes into her room and changes. After about 2 minutes she come back in with a different shirt on that's more blood soaked and that is ripped in places, she has also messed up her short spiky hair even more so than usual so that it looks untidy and blood caked, she's also cut herself in several areas to appear more gruesome. Thomas lets out a single laugh as she comes back into the room, taking in the more dangerous looking Dria*
Thomas: Perfect, now go get some loot... And just make sure you keep an eye on the time...
*James Look up from catching his breath to see Dria and immediately has his magnum trained on her*
James(as he looks at Thomas: Is she? *He Jabs his magnum at her as he looks to Thomas*
Dria: Am I what? Feral? No, just trying to look my part so normal ones don't attack me.
James(as he lowers his pistol: Does it matter how you look? *He does not holster the magnum*
Dria: Don't know... Haven't had time to deconstruct exactly how the infection in the game works with the zombies trying to kill me...
Thomas: Want to come into haven with me James, I'm going down there to check up on Derek-
James: -What happened to him?
Thomas: He got infected and we had to drag him back to Haven. He kinda tried to Maul Kepler as well.
James: Yeah I guess I'll come along. *He picks up his M99 Rifle from its corner its leaning on and puts the should strap round him*
Thomas: Fine, lets all head out, lets meet back here at *He looks at watch after hiking up the sleeve of his coat* three-thirty at the absolute latest?
*They leave for the haven, Dria goes into the city to scavenge for supplies. After about a half hour, James and Thomas arrive at the front gate*
Guard 2: G'dafter noon, Lemmie get you two in.
*The Guard opens a door in the gate wall, and the two go inside and up a small flight of rickety stairs up to an "office". Greg is seated in a chair talking on a ham radio, he looks up upon their arrival*
Greg: Hold on a moment Peter, I've got visitors... No it will just be minute or two- *he sets the radio piece back on its Holder* Glad to see you still in one piece Thomas, g'day to you too James
James: Yeah, where'd ya put Derek?
Greg: Should be in the holding pen outside the gate. Had him put there 'cause I knew you'd come... That and he's f*ckin' dangerous, almost bit Kepler and a few of the guards when we put him in there...
*James turns to Thomas*
James: I'm going to go get him uninfected and take him back to our place okay? See you ina bit man
*James begins to walk off, But Thomas holds him back with a hand on his shoulder*
Thomas: Wait a second... You sure you can get back on your own?
*James turns back to face Thomas, brandishing his magnum*
James: That's why I carry this loaded with fifty A E hollow-point Thomy *He claps Thomas on the shoulder and leaves*
Thomas: As promised I checked in with you... Anyone that you know of that has any AUA to spare?
Greg: I think someone just moved into the small shack at the end of the market district, seemed sensible... says he's lookin' for a powerful weapon for self protection...
Thomas: Good, Good... Thanks for the info Greg He begins to walk out*
Greg: Take care now. *He waves lazily as he picks up the ham radio again*
Thomas: Oh I will
*Thomas steps out into the Haven and goes to the small market area about an eighth of a mile down the street and finds the shop Greg described. He opens the door slowly, peeking his head in to find a young looking man, no older than how Thomas looks, sitting there a book in hand.*
Thomas: How much for three syringes of AUA?
*The shopkeep looks around as if coming out a of a trance, spots Thomas, then closes his book*
Shop keep: What do you have?
Thomas: I have Food, ammo... I can get you more later today, but I-
Young Shopkeep: Don't want food... *he brow parses up as his eyes trace downwards* But what is that weird revolver on your belt there?
Thomas: Its...Custom, Not for sale *He closes his Trenchcoat a bit, Hiding the Revolver and holster* but if you would provide a gun, I can modify it to fire automatic and if you throw in an extra two syringes I'll try to add a burst fire function.
Young Shopkeep: Just what I wanted to hear. *He goes behind his shelf and comes back with a .22 PMR-30 Pistol* Can you modify this?
*Thomas Inspects the gun, working the action and such for a moment*
Thomas: Yes, yes I can. But it might take a day or two.
Shopkeep: Fine, I'll put these aside 'till then. *He takes the Requested syringes off the shelf and puts them in a box*
Thomas: Thank you... Then we have a deal?
*They shake hands*
Shopkeep: The name is Farnswerth... Harold Farnswerth.
Thomas: Thomas... Thomas Daeton.
Harold: Well, Mister Daeton, I'll see you when you get it done with making that pistol an automatic. But if you break you buy it.
Thomas: Fine... See you later mate.
*Thomas leaves back for his building, and after a half hour he is Back at their safehouse. When he gets back he begins work on the auto-pistol, spreading the disassembled weapon's parts out over the entire card table. James walks in a minute later from his room*
March 3rd 2059 - 2:01 PM
James: You didn't get the AUA did you.
Thomas: No, but if I make this pistol an Automatic he'll get me three more vials of AUA...
James: Good deal you made man... Just a simple filing down of the firing pin... Once Derek's out of his infected nap and his wounds are treated I'm going to escort him back to Haven, its been a while since I've really talked with my step brother.
*Thomas Continues work on the pistol for about 45 minutes and then Dria slowly steps in with a shopping cart full of guns, ammo, food and medical supplies.*
Dria: We hit the jackpot! Lots of Ammo and a good deal of guns, we'll be fine in the way of food, plenty... The only problem is this... *She motions down to her to shirt to show that shes Riddled with bullet holes as well as some grievous shrapnel wounds* Some people shot at me even though I was non-hostile. Fortunately, They didn't chase me... And they weren't from Haven, and I don't know of any other communes inna hundred mile radius. There were at least 30 people all armed with automatics and shotties. *She holds out an finger in pause and cups her other hand around her mouth* One moment... *She coughs a little bit of blood up and wipes it on her shirt* Sh*t 'scuse me... Like I was saying before, they are heavily armed, I think they might attack Haven.
Thomas: I'll contact Greg over the Radio after I make sure this works *He motions to the disassembled pistol on the table*... I've gotta make sure this works well, otherwise I might have to buy it. The guy wants this working on automatic fire smoothly without any hitches... You look like sh*t by the way.
Dria: No duh... How much are getting or the weapon job?
Thomas: the guys offering three AUA vials.
Dria: You better get it right, cause three vials is more than enough for the next year.
Thomas: Yeah, but, did you come across any twenty-two rounds?
Dria: Actually I did *She rummages in the cart* Gotta be here somewhere. . .*She throws and empty box across the room that was in the cart* Found them... Dirt cheap good for nothin' twenty-two rounds *She hands the box out to Thomas, who then begins to quickly assemble the Pistol*
Thomas: Load that magazine while I finish this up
*He tosses her the mag and she catches it offhandedly and begins to load the bullets in. By the time she has loaded one 30 round mag, Thomas has finished assembling the pistol. Dria tosses the magazine back to him and he catches it and assembles the slide, then slams the mag into the pistol and works the action. He points it at Dria*
Thomas: Mind if I?-
Dria: -Oh no, don't even think about it... If you wanna test it out, go get some AI Pukes to shoot at... Not me...
*Thomas smiles slightly as Dria leaves the room to clean herself up slightly*
Thomas: Was worth a try... *He fires a burst through the wall and it makes a Nasty crunch noise after 4 rounds*
Thomas: Dammit! *He begins disassembling the pistol for a moment then looks down on the table and sees a missing part he forgot to place. He thumps himself on the head lightly and replaces the part after a minute of work. Thomas sets up for another test fire and it works fine. A pure accurate automatic weapon. He sets it down on the table and gets up to begin rummaging through the cart for parts. Dria returns to the room.*
Dria: Do you know where the... What are you looking for?
Thomas: Something I can fashion into a makeshift round drum magazine...
Dria: Well... good luck with that... what did I come in here for again?
*Dria walks back into the restroom to begin cleaning herself up. A few seconds later*
Dria(yelling to have her voice carry: Never mind, Found it.
Thomas(yelling to carry his voice: What was it?
Dria(again with the yelling: The Hair Gel.
*After a fruitless hour of trying to craft a round drum of sorts, Thomas gives up and goes over to their ham radio*
March 2nd 2059 – 3:59 PM
Thomas: Hey Greg... you on the line?
*There is a five second pause*
Greg: I read ya Thommy.
Thomas: I got a bit of disconcerting news chief...
Greg: Yeah, well lay it on me then Thomas.
*Thomas takes a big breath*
Thomas: There's a huge scouting party headed this way, maybe a few miles off... Dria stumbled into them when she was scavenging. They open fired on her even though she was non hostile. She said they are headed in the direction of the haven.
Greg: Your kidding me right?
Thomas: Nope, Dria's still picking shrapnel out of herself-
Dria(a yell to him from her room: -No I'm not-
Thomas: -I don't know how she survived.
*Thomas hears Dria Laugh in the background*
Greg: Hell... I'll try and get some scouts out tomorrow morning... and consult with the rest of the council for a defense plan... You should get some rest and log off... you sounds tired.
Thomas: Okay then, over and out... *He puts down the receiver and turns off the radio* Hey Dria! I'm getting off for the day.
Dria: Got it. Just make sure I'm still sane when I log back in
*Thomas plops down on his rickety bed and closes his eyes, logging out. Taking off the Neural headband, he gets up out of the armchair he is usually in and grabs a tablet to begin researching Where different settlements are in Undead Nation. Fruitless Hours later he give up on trying to find reliable Directory and settles for randomly browsing web videos. Another Stim pill is taken in order to stay up through the night in order to get through some reading... In the morning he logs back it to find That Undead Nation is down for maintenance for eight hours to implement "new and exciting features". He is instead awakens in his Virtual room, being able to browse content from a touchscreen device on a desk. He searches up the player ID Ignis Solis on his friends list. After a moment the monitor reads that Dria is playing the remade version of Halo 3, with Full Motion capture and Realism on. Thomas joins her match and within several seconds is hurtling towards the ground beneath him in one of the drop pods the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers use to enter planets from high orbit... After another 10 seconds, he crashes in behind the cliff side base of Valhalla... He kicks open his pod with an assault rifle in hand and dashes into his base, going to the lower level and picking up a sniper rifle and strapping it on his back magnetized sling. He reaches up with his left hand to the side of his EVA visor for the team coms button as he sprints out of his base, contacting Dria on the coms*
March 4th, 2059 – 11:14 AM
Thomas: Hey Dria, where are you?
Dria: Fighting over in the red base, kind of pinned... *Thomas hears gun fire over the coms and in the air*
Thomas: I'll be there in thirty seconds, start counting!
?(Com chatter, their team: Who took the Sniper rifle?
Dria: Got it *an explosion makes the coms sound staticky on her end for but a moment* SH*T! *The sound of blaring assault rifle fire enters the com, a slight scream, and a stabbing noise, then gurgling* Dammit... get over here already!
Thomas: I'm halfway there. *Thomas runs through the ankle deep stream that goes from one end of the map. a shotgunner jumps from one of top peaks and fire his shotguns at Thomas just a little bit too early, only stripping Thomas of his shielding. Thomas tenses up and the assault rifle is blurred to a snap as he begins firing with pinpoint accuracy, stripping the other guys shields mid air before he is able to land. As the shotgunner Touches down he strikes with a heavy handed fist that Thomas ducks under as he switches to his sniper rifle, and swinging it like a bow-staff, he trips the shotgunner on the rebound of the guys punch, sending him flat on his back. Thomas lowers the rifle to the shotgunner's visor plate. He pulls the trigger on the Sniper rifle and the monstrous recoil is absorbed mostly by the powered armor as the Shotgunner's visor cracks and a spurt of blood comes out of it. As the shotgunner's body begins to float down the stream... Thomas follows the stream to the opposing base in the canyon and enters the enemy fortress through a lower side entrance and bumps right into the back of Dria while firing her AR. Dria brings her left leg up right in between Thomas's legs into the groin and he buckles over as his shields break from the bone fracturing impact*
Dria: Watch where your going idiot! *She reloads and turns round to find Thomas on his knees* Oh! I'm so sorry! I though you were someone who stumbled into me... hell! *She helps a silent Thomas to his feet. He looks up from his head being down*
Thomas: At least... This isn't real... *He takes a step forward and doubles over again for moment, but recovers*
Dria: Sorry! But we still got enemies pinning us down *She sheaths her drawn combat knife* you going to be okay?
Thomas: Yeah, Pain's going away as I speak. Uh, I can provide some sniper cover, I have Eleven rounds in total for it.
Dria: Good... I've got a shotgun and there's one down here with an MG turret that holding us down, we can go back out this door, but we need to be alert, they have rockets in there...
Thomas: We'll just take our chances then, and if we die and we try again... lets move.
*They spring forth from the base out the front door Thomas came in, and immediately curve round the side of the base and go up the back ramp. The player with the rockets is waiting for them; he fires at Thomas. Thomas Sidesteps the first missile as it whizzes past his left shoulder. The Rocketeer fires a follow up shot and Thomas drops his gun and is able to stop the missile... with his hands. He digs his heals into the grass and is still blown back about ten feet... Thomas squeezes on the back end of the rocket just enough to stop the fuel reaction propelling it forward. He twirls what is essentially a giant contact grenade for moment and points to the rocketeer with his other hand*
Thomas: YOU WANT THIS BACK? *he begins to run towards the rocketeer as if to strike him with the still very deadly warhead.*
Rocketeer: F*CK NO! *The guy mantles the rail behind him as he drops the rocket launcher and Thomas moves forward and chucks the rocket at the ground where the guy will land. The Guy who had the rockets is reduces to blood and guts. nothing more left of the guy to be perfectly honest...*
Thomas: Teach you to shoot rockets a- *Thomas is grabbed from behind and is just about to be stabbed in the neck when Dria hits the guy off Thomas's back with a baseball-bat like swing of her shotgun's Buttstock. The attacker Recoils as Dria Presses the shotgun to his head, then blows the guys's head off with an almighty blast. There is blood spurting from where the mangled stub of neck should be*
Dria: Saved your life
Thomas: Thanks *He grabs the flag in one hand and a submachinegun in the other* lets move *he makes a few wide strides over to the other end of the base and gets on the back of a Mongoose ATV, and Dria clambers quickly to the front driver seat of the ATV and fires up the engine. They turn sharply about 180 degrees after getting out of the back of the base, sending the ATV fish-tailing for a moment... As they reach about half way across the map an enemy driven warthog assault jeep with its tri-barreled chaingun blaring, roars over the center hill of the map and is barreling towards them at breakneck speed*
Thomas: Keep going! Swerve to the right at the last moment
*Dria nods and stays the course, charging warthog headlong as 7.62mm SABOT rounds ping off of the ATV's Armor and Dria's shields. At the last possible moment Dria swerves to the right, narrowly missing the Jeep as Thomas Spears the flag pole right into the drivers neck in passing. As the driver is gagging, and the Passenger tries to take over the steering, poorly Swerving round the vehicle in order to go after them, causing the turret gunner to miss a majority of her shots.*
Thomas: Charge them again!
Thomas: Just do it! But swerve left.
*Dria swerves the ATV round again to face the assault vehicle and charges them, taking more rounds to her shielding system. She swerves at the last moment to the Left and Thomas jumps at the gunner, hitting her off balance, then punches her hard in the face, destroying her shields and sending her flying out of the gunner seat. He lowers his SMG towards the passenger and shreds his defenses, then him as the warthog keeps barreling towards the ocean. Thomas grabs the flag from the drivers body and jumps backwards off the Jeep, rolling as he lands on the ground. He grabs onto Dria's ATV as she makes a final pass. They retreat to their base and Thomas walks over to the allied flag stand and rams the pole into the ground next to their own. The in game announcers booming voice announces a game over as teammates are cheering over the coms, and a score screen appears with metals and stats of players, Thomas is in second place with Dria leading in third. Thomas opens up the public coms.*
Thomas: That was awesome, and by the way kids, don't point your rockets at me, or you'll get 'em right back!
They guy on the other team who fired rockets at Thomas: F*ck You
Thomas: You wish
*Thomas exits the match to a private match and Dria follows, materializing on the map he went to right next to him*
Thomas: Wanna spar a bit? I felt like we were a tad rusty.
Dria: You call what you just did as rusty? That match was full of idiots. Jeeze your a perfectionist...
*Thomas cracks an unseen smile from behind his polarized visor*
Thomas: Oh but of course... *He opens his hands and between them a projected hologram panel extends. He works it like a touch pad making specific weaponry spawn on the ground where he is looking and after putting down about four of each weapon in the game-*
Dria: So what do you want to practice with?
Thomas: I thought I'de start with sniper rifles...
*Dria picks up A sniper rifle off of the ground with a stepping motion one might use to get a skateboard to resting position at the hip, then snaps it all the way up to aiming*
Dria: Your Funeral Thomas!
*Dria immediately aims at Thomas as he dives for a rifle, making Dria miss her first shot. He comes up from the dive, sniper rifle in hand and shooting, he hits Dria in the left shoulder. Dria nearly at the same time, hitting Thomas in the right leg. With both of their energy shielding fizzled out and crackling around them, They both charge each other, sniper rifles held in a now club like fashion, each of the two alternating hitting and blocking with the rifles barrels and butt-stocks in a heavy series of exchanges, until Thomas ducks under one of Dria's more wild strikes and use his low posture in order to sweep her legs out from underneath her with an ankle level strike. Dropping her sniper rifle, Dria Whips her pistol from her side and is able fire off a single round before getting a 14.5 MM round to the head*
Dria's disembodied Voice: Sh*t you haven't lost your edge.
*Dria respawns behind Thomas only seconds after dying, and as his shields recharge, he whips round to block the knife Dria is trying to plunge into his neck with his left forearm. Dria's pistol is pressed up against his visor a fraction of a second later, and she squeezes the trigger... Repeatedly, killing him. She pushes Thomas's dead body off of her*
Dria: Little bit slower reaction time, but other than that I'de sa- *Thomas pulls the same trick she did, spawning right behind Dria with a sniper rifle in hand. He runs forward with the gun out like a massive lance in front of him. He fires a round right before the muzzle contacts a still quipping Dria, blowing a 2 inch diameter hole where her heart should be. He keeps moving forward, plunging the protruding barrel of the massive sniper rifle through the fresh wound, lifting her off the ground by the impaling rifle. With a small gasp of pain she falls farther backwards down the length of the rifle making violent coughing noises as she dies on the improvised pike. Thomas drops the rifle with Dria's corpse still on it, As Dria spawns in front of him*
Dria: Enough! I can't use this damn thing anyways *She tosses the rifle in her hands away from her to the ground as she depolarizes her visor from its ussual shade of gold-orange, allowing others to be able to see her face through the CQB helmet. She begins to survey the scene of several bodies in various strewn positions*
Thomas: What do you propose we do now then?
Dria: I dunno, but fighting with you is all well and good... Fighting against you on the other hand is just a pain.
*Thomas Depolarizes his and smiles sheepishly at her*
Thomas: There's always another fallback game... Frag Fest 2
*Dria's eyes widen at his suggestion*
Dria: Only, and only... If we go to a match where its loadout, and some of the more god mode weapons are disabled... Especially that stupid golden Glock...
*Thomas opens up another Console hologram between his hands and begins browsing servers For Frag Fest 2. Dria comes up next to him, acting as a second set of eyes and after a few minutes they are able to find a proper server to join with the settings they desire. Thomas Joins as the map dissolves around them, so does their armor, which is then replaced by different, more casual looking clothes as the world around them reforms into an urban area littered with cars, bloodstains, dead bodies, and players on two teams, each trying to kill the other. Thomas selects his weaponry and spawns after a moment in one of the two alleyways that are the spawn areas in each side of the map. He begins to run forward with two double barreled .44 revolvers in hand as Dria puts the finishing touches on her loadout. She spawns about 15 seconds later, trying to catch up with a bobbing and weaving Thomas.*
Dria: Wait up! *Thomas is half way from spawns to The central cover nest of the map, where 2 Mounted .50 cal MG's are Trained on him, trying to hit him with their slow inaccurate fire. A loud CRACK Rings out and one Machine gunners is cut in half by the impact of four .44 magnum hollow-point rounds to the lower torso, and with the second crack the second man is disemboweled by the force of Four more magnum rounds hitting him in the lower abdomen.*
Thomas: Machine gunners are down! *He runs up the stairs while he reloads his revolvers*
Dria(Said quickly: Toss a Grenade round the corner first before you go in there!
*Thomas pulls the pin on a corrosive gas Grenade, waits a second, then throws it so that it creates a large cloud of smoke, flushing out any more entrenched players. Two players emerge charging down the stairs with double barrel pump action shotguns, firing early and only superficially damaging Thomas. Thomas hits one with another quad shot and the other is just about to fire his double barrel at his face when a loud crack comes from behind as a .50 caliber round whizzes past his ear and impacts the hostile shotgunner in the heart., splitting him open. Thomas looks back to Dria as he wipes blood off his face with the cuff of his shirt*
Dria: Saved your life. Again *She bolts the rifle and begins to inserts another round*
Thomas: Thanks. Again *He activates his team coms again* We cleared the nest guys! Get in here and set up yer Sh*t! Lets hold this place!
*Shouts of acknowledgments come from multiple people as they rush to the center area to begin deploying MGs and establishing sight lines for sniper rifles and the like. After everyone gets in the nest, they end up having the entire team in there firing away at anything that tries to get in. After a minute though, one of the enemy combatants gets wise as they chuck a fragmentation grenade into the compact area, threatening everyone present. Without thinking Thomas picks up the grenade and leaps over one of the side railings as he is turned into a pink mist by the grenade. He respawns a moment later*
One of the teammates manning an MG next to where Thomas lept away with the Grenade: Wow... That guy was a life saver...
Thomas(a lower guttural whisper into the coms: Any one have the position of the f*ckin' grenadier...
Dria(Coms: I saw him go into the the central archway.
*Thomas Makes a mad dash from his team's spawn area off toward the guy who killed him with the grenade, all the while unloading his Assault rifle at the singled out enemy. The opponent does a roll to cover and lobs another grenade towards him in the process. Thomas Jumps out of the way, but still gets nicked by the explosion. The grenadier then Deploys a Flamethrower and starts spraying unlit fuel at Thomas, who slides around the corner in a fuel slickened state, then Fires a 40MM Grenade from the Undermount Grenade launcher on his assault rifle. The trail of fuel lights as the opponent explodes. Thomas is lit on fire but all it does is chip at his health slightly until the flames cease damaging him. He continues wordlessly towards the MG nest they have set up*
Dria: I saw that from here, very nice.
*He continues to run towards the center of the map where his team has the massive amount of mounted machineguns set up. he is about 10 feet to wall that goes up to that area when Thomas activates his team coms*
Thomas: Pull me up!
*Thomas jumps and then 2 teammates on MG turrets grab his arms and help him up into the nest*
?: Ah... This sever will do nicely...
Thomas: Did you hear that?
*All the team mates reply yes or nod*
Dria: Weird... Doesn't sound like com chatter...
?: First... Lets rewrite the alliances
*Everyone is moved to the team that Thomas is on*
Thomas: What the? *He sees the new teammate icons pop up on his HUD one by one and their uniforms change color*
Dria: This is odd... *She lowers her gun from the person she was about to shoot slightly*
The person Dria was about to shoot: Get that shotgun outta my face please
*Dria lowers the shotgun entirely*
?: And now we let loose the dogs of war...
Thomas: Who the F*ck is that?
Dria: My Money's on a modder... He'll get locked out of the system within the minute... *She sits down on the steps leading to the Nest. A loud guttural war cry that seems as if its uttered by thousands of people meets the ears of all present players as they stand around*
Thomas(his statement rife with annoyance: F*ck... C'mon stupid Moderator software, do your job...
*From both of the respawn areas of the map come a horde of about 300 AI controlled Faceless foot soldiers on either side, all of various infantry types are present. The monstrous grunts advance at a slow walk, open firing at the players who are dotted throughout the map. At the same time, Two Other Combatants are dropped into the fray in the central cover area, right below the nest. They are firing in either direction at the onslaught of AI with dual wielding Sub machine guns. They fight for a few moments as the gunfire pings off their heavy full body armor. Most of the players are watching with intense curiosity, and after about 15 seconds before one of the heavily armored guys shouts*
Armored Guy 1: I Didn't Hack this server to be a dick! Fire at the damned things!
*All the players open fire at the hordes of AI, And the armies are starting to see deaths at the fronts. Players on the edges of the map are beginning to retreat to the center, some are holding their ground... there is a blood curdling scream that comes from one of the Side sniper lofts, and there is a torrential blood fountain issuing into the air as a player gets Ripped in twain within seconds by a hungry bayonet On the front of an axe crazy AI's rifle. The machinegunners are trying to thin the crowds of AI controlled soldiers and are able so slightly delay the progress. Thomas Mantles the railing of the sniper nest and touches down a few feet away from the two hackers, walking up to them*
Thomas: So what 'are' you two idiots doing here anyways? *He Turns and begins open firing on a few of the troops*
Armored Guy 1: Why the hell *gets out of cover and unloads on a Clone for a second, then gets back into cover* Do you care? I summoned a f*ck ton on enemies to shoot!
Thomas: Some of us like fighting intelligent enemies... Like other people?
Armored Guy 1: If you wanted the difficulty up, I'll just call a vote... *A little icon box pops up in the corner of his vision for him to vote for a difficulty increase. He votes yes and the entire team votes for a difficulty spike. The enemies begin to take a few rounds to kill instead of dieing instantly, and they begin to make use of suppression and cover*
Armored Guy 2: Now we're cookin' *He grabs an assault rifle off his back and begins unloading it in the direction of the horde*
Thomas: Oi Dria! Get down here!
*Dria jumps down, touching down with a single hand to distribute the force of the impact. 4 other players follow her.*
Thomas: Lets Kick these Bastards asses!
*A series of approvals erupt from The 4 in the group as they begin to open-fire some more on the AI assault. One of the players down below with Thomas Fires his Railgun into the crowd, taking out a good twenty troops with a single round. The second armored guy's vision snaps to the guy with the Railgun and he immediately moves towards him*
Armored Guy 2: I'll take whatever the hell that thing is! *He goes over to the guy with the rail gun and yanks it out of his hands, then stuffs his Assault rifle into the guys hands*
Player with railgun: C'mon! *He takes off the backpack charging supply and gives it to Second armored Guy*
Thomas: M75 Tactical Infantry Combat Railgun, very nice.
Second Armored Guy: Railgun?
Thomas: It blows people in half when you shoot them, just wait for the charge meter right here *He points to a meter on the gun* to get to full before the next shot, otherwise it wont be at max power. This is also a bolt action weapon... Any other questions?
Second Armored Guy: Nope... Thanks for the pointers though *He gets up from cover and bolts the Railgun, takes aim with the cumbersome anti-material weapon, and fires into the crowd of AI enemies, killing 15 or so of them in a Rain of blood and guts*
First Armored Guy: F*CK Yeah... 10 plus KIA's
Second Armored Guy: Indeed!
First Armored Guy: Hey lets make a push for one side of the map! C'mon idiots! *he beckons for people to follow, and Thomas Unholsters his two D49 Double barreled .44 Magnums and cocks them simultaneously while running along to catch up with the first armored Guy. Dria Breaks out her M353 LMG, Checks it as she runs, then begins unloading on The AI stooges as they make their way towards the 8 man little squad. Other players break out their weapons and take pot shots at group while they move, one player goes down buy getting hit squarely in the head. When the group of people arrives at the position of the First Armored Guy, He is unloading his LMG around a corner, killing quite a few AI clones. One of The players pulls the pin on a grenade and then chucks it at some on coming mercs. The grenade explodes and 5 AI Idiots turn into a red mist. The fighting continues as the team begins to beat back the rampant group of unruly AI controlled riflemen, and after a half hour the last one has his severed head placed upon a Skrith Bayonet*