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Post by zombieButcher on Aug 20, 2006 8:30:24 GMT -5
Slacht uw mentaly achtergebleven af, zult u nooit, I cal u een kiddie groeien omdat u ack als één, Maby één dag u zult begrijpen hoe achtergebleven u realy bent Als je hier iemand komt beledigen, probeer dan ten minste een normale Translator te vinden. Achtergebleven? Jongen.. jij hebt het Iq van een ingevroren vistick. In other words, find a decent translator. And you have the IQ of a frozen fish stick, anyway this was the last post i waste on you. Don't fucking ruin this thread with you're crap. Anyway Uwasa don't mind this just keep going  . |
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Post by Mortan Astral on Aug 20, 2006 14:09:29 GMT -5
Funny.. someone trying to speak Dutch. Well being a translator I could understand more than I wanted  |
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Post by Antigod on Aug 21, 2006 6:16:52 GMT -5
Oh man, I've just been reading this and its soo gripping, we need more, it cannot just end there.
Excellent read my friend, your writing skills are very very good.
Antigod
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Post by Grim on Aug 21, 2006 6:52:38 GMT -5
Huh....Interesting name, lol.
Uhh, Uwasa, I suggest (for new comer's sake and anyone who wants to re-read it) that you should take the wiki link, and post it in the very first post, so anyone, can just click it and go straight to all the pages without having to read through all these comments and etc.
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Post by uwasawaya on Aug 21, 2006 14:25:46 GMT -5
Sadly, I am very unskilled in the art of wiki... can you give me a rundown on doing so?
And Antigod, welcome aboard! Glad you're enjoying it so much! It's not over yet, promise!
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Post by Abyx on Aug 22, 2006 1:33:42 GMT -5
So Uwasa, how many more updates do you think untill this is finished?
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Post by uwasawaya on Aug 22, 2006 2:49:39 GMT -5
Honestly, not sure... I can think of 6 more scenes... if those translate into updates, about that. The end isn't too far for now.
And of course, I might decide to do another later on. Sorry it's taking so long. I actually have more ready, I just like ending at certain places.
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Post by uwasawaya on Aug 22, 2006 2:59:12 GMT -5
Spell check is flipping out... not sure why... I hope Microsoft caught them all... anyway, enjoy!
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When Wolf awoke, he was in hell. The only sound around him was the roar of flame and a horrible grinding noise. He forced his eyes open and let in pain and horror. All around him was fire and chaos. Levels and catwalks of twisted metal loomed and crossed above him, burning liquid dripping from their mangled rails.
He tried to move and realized he was pinned, his body immobilized by a length of metal that reached out from a gnarled iron hulk that rested on his chest. Every breath was agony. As he looked around, he could see legions of corpses impaled upon spikes. They danced with the fire that blackened and consumed them, undulating ecstatically upon their lances.
His mind had snapped, and he had gone mad. It was the only answer. He vaguely remembered a dream, a long time ago, back when he lived.
Movement. He glanced up, tilting his head back. It was Lara, crawling to him, her face streaked with blood and sweat that mingled and dripped steaming to the concrete under them. Her mouth worked soundlessly as her hands reached for him. Her eyes, once startling for another reason, now wildly stared at him. This was his fate, to be devoured by his mad friends, and he couldn’t even remember why.
“Wolf!” her voice cut through his clouded thoughts like a knife. Hearing his name, hearing her speak, had woken him up. Instantly his body filled with agony. He looked back at what had pinned him and saw it was the rotor of their helicopter. They were in a large building, and the chopper had crashed through the ceiling. The pilot was dead and lie impaled upon the shatter glass of the cockpit, his blood a crimson river that bisected the serial number of the vehicle. The rotor’s motor grinded as it tried to turn under its weight.
“Wolf, are you ok? Can you tell if anything’s broken?” she asked quickly, reaching back into her medical satchel. It was damp, and obviously some of her supplies had broken in the crash. Her shirt revealed a gash on her shoulder, and the fabric darkened around it.
He tried to nod, realized that was foolish, and then spoke, his throat scorched by the heated air. “I’m… I’m alright… can you get this off of me?”
The young medic eased down over him, trying to be careful in case he was injured, and gripped the rotor. She braced herself on the ground and pushed, putting her weight behind it, and the rotor moved a few inches. Wolf slowly reached behind him, terrified of a broken limb, and began to pull his body out from under the steel trap. When his legs were freed, Lara released the rotor, which settled back to the ground.
She knelt down near him again, her face concerned. “Are you alright?” she asked. He took a deep breath, feeling his ribs ache. “I hurt all over, but I think I’ll live… what the hell happened?” he rasped.
“Our helicopter went down…” she began, readying her syringe. “We crashed here… I couldn’t help the pilot, but I think our harnesses saved us,” she explained. “Here, don’t move,” she instructed and slid the injector into his arm.
He winced at the pain and felt his body loosen as the cool drug entered his system. “Why was I outside the chopper?” he asked lamely.
“You were like that when we woke up,” a pained voice nearby croaked. Turning his head he saw Abyx, his left arm bandaged tightly to his body, leaning against a crate. Behind him Wolf could see legions of silent figures.
“And the bodies?” he asked. Abyx stared at him confused, then looked behind him. “Mannequins…” he said with a chuckle, “We crash landed in a department store warehouse.”
Wolf gingerly sat up, trying to assess the pain his body was reporting. Butcher held up Soul as they limped closer.
“We need to get moving,” the commander said. “We still have a job to do, and that fire’ll attract those things like moths.”
Lara slipped an arm under Wolf’s shoulder and helped him stand. “Can you walk? How’s the shot?” she asked, worried. The young man nodded. “I’m fine, it helped dull the pain a little. Where’s Macon?” he asked, suddenly realizing they were missing a member.
“He’s scouting the road,” Abyx replied. “Don’t worry, he seems like the luckiest one of all of us. We have the weapons we could find all together. We’re still operational.”
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Post by zombieButcher on Aug 22, 2006 3:28:00 GMT -5
Very very nice, ever concidered becoming a pro writer or sumin (books)?
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Post by Seras Victoria on Aug 22, 2006 7:19:42 GMT -5
Hihi I love it  I think these handicaps will make the story even more interresting ^-^ My document where I keep this all stored is 19 pages and growing ;D |
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Post by zombieButcher on Aug 22, 2006 7:23:13 GMT -5
Im not injured im not injureed *jumps around*
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Post by Seras Victoria on Aug 22, 2006 11:08:32 GMT -5
That only proves I did my job well.. or you landed on something soft.. Still hurts btw, next time land on abyx!  |
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Post by zombieButcher on Aug 22, 2006 11:20:18 GMT -5
I think you'd rather land on Abyx  . |
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Post by Seras Victoria on Aug 22, 2006 11:39:15 GMT -5
I think you'd rather land on Abyx . He got me  |
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Post by Abyx on Aug 22, 2006 11:52:18 GMT -5
I'm not very soft. Great stuff as always, this is getting more and more interesting with every update. But I have a broken arm?  |
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