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Post by Mortan Astral on Jun 29, 2006 9:05:14 GMT -5
Great readin' here m8  Say didn't I play online with you once? |
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Post by uwasawaya on Jun 29, 2006 16:54:15 GMT -5
You very well may have, I haven't met a lot of people online though.. did you go my Mortan?
I can pretty much assure you my name is unique among Killing Floor players...
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Post by Alex on Jun 29, 2006 16:55:22 GMT -5
You bet  I had the hardest time pronouncing it. OO-WASS-A-WHY-A innit? |
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Post by uwasawaya on Jun 30, 2006 16:42:41 GMT -5
Damn Alex, good job... at least, that's how I pronounce it... and my ex-girlfriend, who spoke significantly more Cherokee than I... me speaking none of course...
I realize I should pick an easier name perhaps, but you just get attached... your handle is like your soul when you're an online gamer.
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Post by Mortan Astral on Jul 1, 2006 12:48:33 GMT -5
Mortan Astral or --=Mortan Astral=-- Never changed my name so far, Tho I'll probably have to change it within the next year  your handle is like your soul when you're an online gamer. You think as I do |
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Post by el'PiX on Jul 2, 2006 6:56:25 GMT -5
Uwasawaya:What you've written here is rather impressive. Very captivating and fun to read! Can I add it to: Wiki/Short Stories ? If you were to write any more of those, would it be ok if I added those too? ...and also, It would be needing a title. Is 'Survival' it?
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Post by uwasawaya on Jul 6, 2006 3:38:48 GMT -5
That would be fine. More will come soon, I promise.
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Post by Grim on Jul 6, 2006 13:57:40 GMT -5
Aww, I was no where in that story! THAT STORY SUCKED! lol, pretty neat'ish.
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Post by Mortan Astral on Jul 12, 2006 2:58:54 GMT -5
I HAVE BEEN AWAY FOR A WEEK AND NO UPDATE?!  Hehe, just a bump hoping the author gets reminded to this thread |
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Post by Abyx on Jul 12, 2006 10:53:06 GMT -5
The author hasn't been on lately.
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Post by uwasawaya on Jul 13, 2006 17:44:49 GMT -5
Hey guys, more IS coming soon, I promise... just been going nuts recently... and having just bought my first surf board been trying to... well, can't call it surfing... "not dying?"
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Post by Plankie on Jul 13, 2006 19:26:23 GMT -5
Hey guys, more IS coming soon, I promise... just been going nuts recently... and having just bought my first surf board been trying to... well, can't call it surfing... "not dying?" Haha, watch it, there might be sharks in the water! Or even worse, I might be there... *DUN DUN DUN!!!* |
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Post by Dr. Macon Dead on Jul 13, 2006 20:36:46 GMT -5
In all my experience of surfing the only animals I've ever seen are a sea turtle and a dolphin, and one time a fish grapped onto my toe and wouldn't let go no matter what(he was dinner when I got back to the beach). All of this was while vacationing in hawaii. I've never once seen a shark...besides, you're much more likely to be killed by a coconut than a shark.
Still, a shark was able to kill Samuel L. Jackson, and it didn't even need to be on a plane to do it, so they've got something going for them.
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Post by uwasawaya on Jul 13, 2006 21:03:24 GMT -5
True. Actually, I saw a sea turtle as well.. I mean not dying by not landing on my head on my board when I eat shit from a wave. Oh, gonna double post... hehe.
BTW, if you're ever in Hawaii again, send me a PM.
Oh, and Plankie, nice to meet you!
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Post by uwasawaya on Jul 13, 2006 21:05:31 GMT -5
Wolf ducked out of the helicopter and hopped down to the tarmac. Abyx stood to the side, one hand lightly on his rifle. Stepping to the side to allow the rest of the chopper's occupants to disembark, he glanced around at his surroundings. They were in an old military base, that much was sure. A few grounds vehicles, trucks, jeeps and a single tank without treads sat silently around the compound. The buildings, of which there were about half a dozen, were boxy and made from heavy concrete. Empty guard towers punctuated the corners of the massive steel and concrete wall that surrounded the entire property. It was a fortress.
The soft orange of the rising sun brightened the horizon, unhurried in it's waking of the day. The wall's height made it impossible to see out from where he was, and to him, at that moment, the world seemed alive again, and the events of the past months nothing more than a bad dream.
"Hey, Wolfie, you comin'?" shouted the female soldier. He rubbed his eyes a moment and turned. "'Wolfie'?" he asked. She was following the rest of the soldiers into the building. Not looking back, she shrugged.
He turned back to the sun, which was just peeking out from it's hiding place behind the Earth, and smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
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Wolf walked out of the stairwell and into a long stretch of hallway leading through the base. Abyx leaned against the wall, waiting for him.
"Nice view up there, isn't it?" he said. "If you squint off into the horizon you can almost imagine that all this crap is nothing but a bad dream." He stood up, pushing off the wall a bit. "I'll show you to your room," he began, "you can get cleaned up in there. The closet should have some fatigues or jumpsuits... something should fit." He pointed down the hallway, past other junctions leading off to either side, to a set of double swinging doors. "That's the cafeteria, lunch is in an hour. We'll introduce you to everyone as well... sorry about the lack of introductions, most of us haven't seen a new face in a month or more. You're gonna be popular with the masses I'm sure," he said with a wan smile.
Wolf nodded. "That's fine... I wasn't really in my social butterfly mode at the time..." he responded. Abyx inclined his head towards a junctioned hallway nearby. "Well, let's get you to your room," he concluded.
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Wolf had never thought anything could feel as good as the shower he took did. He hadn't felt hot water in weeks, and even though it stung, he stood under the spray for over a half an hour, as though the water could wash away the past few weeks; the heart ache, the blood and pain. He willed the heat to melt away the screams and darkness. He stared into the drain and watched the droplets stream from around his face and vanish into the circular grate.
The shave and makeshift haircut afterwards were almost as amazing. He stood with the towel wrapped around him, leaning on his hands and staring into the mirror. Running a hand through his hair he noted that it was still shaggy, but far, far better than it was an hour ago. He thought of his new name and grinned.
It was while getting dressed that it suddenly occurred to him that there was no way they would have had all this set up for him so quickly. As he zipped up the front of the olive flight suit he found (which actually did fit pretty well) he wondered who last lived in the little room. His stomach rumbled, interrupting his thoughts rudely. After living so long on candy bars and rain water, the mere thought of the aforementioned lunch was enough to make his mouth water. Without a glance back, he left the room and headed to the cafeteria.
On the way down the hallway to the mess hall, he ran into one of the soldiers who had rescued him. He was dressed down, and looked almost normal without his gear and firearms. "Wolf! Hey, glad you found the place," he said warmly. "Hope you're hungry, cuz' it's the only way you'll be able to stomach what they serve here..." he joked as they approached the door. Wolf nodded with a smile. The soldier extended his hand. "By the way, I'm Macon Dead," he introduced. Wolf looked at him strangely and took his hand. "It's good to meet you Macon. That's and interesting name," he responded. Macon grinned. "I had an interesting family. Come on, let's get some food," he finished, then pushed open one of the doors for the new arrival.
Wolf walked in and looked around. To his right was a long buffet set up. A few soldiers chatted as they slid ever growing trays along the side rails. In front and to the left were two rows of long tables, with enough chairs to seat about a hundred or more people. To his surprise, there were only about twenty scattered about in small groups. Abyx waved at him from one of the gatherings. He raised a hand in response and headed to the buffet with Macon in tow.
He grabbed two trays, handing one back to Macon, who thanked him. "So where are the others?" Wolf asked. Macon set about collecting food from the buffet as he answered, "This is just about it. Thirty is the most we have at this place. We deploy in teams of six, so that's five fully manned squads on alert at one time. They keep us in small groups in case of a 'compromise'... which is a fancy way to say 'get invaded'. Easier to evac us, and in case we can't be saved, not a lot to lose," he explained.
"At least you're calm about it," Wolf said, a bit shocked by the frank expression of the base's expendability. He grabbed a carton of milk and offered one to Macon. "Milk?" he asked. Macon shook his head. "No fucking way man. I've had more than enough of that crap to last me my life time," he said. Wolf raised one eyebrow and shrugged, putting the unaccepted carton back.
They started to make their way to the others when Wolf noticed a bulletin board on the wall. Three lists were posted:
Alpha
1.Butcher
2.Abyx
3.Lara
4.Soul
5.Macon Dead
6.
Bravo
1.Gib
2.Direktor
3.Ian
4.Blubber
5.Pixel
6.Micah
Delta
1.C.R. Combo
2.Mortan
3.Plankie
4.Vonapier
5.Zynthetic
6.Dastard
Wolf looked at Macon. "What's this for?" he asked. Macon smiled. "It's the ranking board. Top three squads in terms of kills against those things out there," he explained. Wolf examined the lists. "You're in Alpha huh? Guess I was lucky to be found by the best then," he said, half sarcastically. Macon grinned. "Damn right," he agreed. "Delta was actually a top contender for the lead, when they vanished," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Wolf looked to him. "Vanished?" he asked. Macon nodded. "Combo was one of the few actual soldiers who was stationed here, and one of the few who thought of us as more than cannon fodder. He taught us what we know, and we wouldn't be here if not for him. Month or so ago he goes and hand picks a squad of new folk we had liberated from a survivalist colony outside Canterbury, and trained them to the bone. Apparently the higher ups realized they had some badasses in the making, and sent them on a rescue mission into London. That was a week and a half ago. Haven't heard from them since. We found their helicopter, but it was abandoned," he explained.
Looking back to the list, Wolf exhaled slowly. "Jesus," he breathed. Macon looked at him. "Actually, we suspect monsters, but he's a possibility until then," he remarked with a forced grin. "Our food's getting cold, come on," he said, ending the conversation and heading towards the table. Wolf looked from him to list and back again, shook his head, and followed. The missing squad was depressing, but after seeing the missing slot in Alpha squad, he had a feeling he knew whose clothes he wore.
They sat with the rest of Macon's team, side by side. On Wolf's other side sat the shotgunner from the toy store. Across from him sat Abyx, and the female soldier sat next to him.
-to be continued-
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